High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 378 - 307: There Are No Corpses Left—Today, I, Su Mu, Summon the Martial Saint Illusion to Die! (Part 2)

Chapter 378: Chapter 307: There Are No Corpses Left—Today, I, Su Mu, Summon the Martial Saint Illusion to Die! (Part 2)

"Then what are you doing? I get it. You’re thinking about cultivation again, aren’t you?" Miaomiao sighed helplessly and walked closer with a light laugh, "Then what were those loud noises just now?"

"It seemed like thunder."

"Thunder?"

Miaomiao looked up puzzled at the gray sky, which had indeed calmed down by now. Su Mu reached out and ruffled Miaomiao’s hair, "I’ll go get something first, you should head back."

"Here’s this apron, too, so it doesn’t get dirty."

"Ah, okay."

Miaomiao took the apron, noticing a barely perceptible red stain on the otherwise pristine apron, "It must have been from cleaning the fish or cutting the meat just now?"

The apron was intact, and Miaomiao, seeing no signs of damage around, didn’t think much more of it.

After her turn, Su Mu glanced in a certain direction, murmured something to himself, and then walked out of the school.

...

"Qingli, Qingli, what’s happening over there?"

"Are you still alive?"

"Reply if you’re alive!"

The urgent voices continued to echo from the earpiece. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

It took several minutes before Qingli, who had been struck by a powerful punch from Su Mu that made her question her entire existence, finally snapped back to reality.

Her blank mind slowly regained consciousness, and soon her senses returned.

She finally heard the voices coming through the earpiece.

Qingli’s mouth opened and closed, but all she could utter were syllables that didn’t sound like any human language, ultimately summed up in one phrase.

"Damn it..."

The other side of the earpiece fell silent for a moment, then came a sigh of relief, "You’re alive, that’s good. It suddenly went quiet over there, I thought you were done for..."

"What’s the situation over there now?"

After the question, both sides fell silent for a while. When Qingli started with an expletive, it was clear that the mission’s situation might be dire.

Because with what they knew about Qingli, she wouldn’t normally use profanities.

During the silence, Qingli organized her thoughts and, after taking a deep breath, spoke, "It’s brutal."

The person on the other side of the earpiece sighed and nodded. As expected, "Well, there’s nothing else you could have done, you tried your best."

"First, collect the body, after all, he was someone valued by the Martial Saint..."

The words of comfort were quickly interrupted.

"Collect the body? What body is left?"

"Huh?"

"Jing He struck so hard this time that even a corpse couldn’t be left, right?"

Hearing this, Qingli paused and then, with a complex expression, spoke, "You got it wrong."

"I got it wrong? Is there something special about collecting bodies?"

"No, what I mean is that Jing He was the one devastated..."

At this point, Qingli paused, and the earpiece suddenly erupted with a gasp of astonishment.

"Su Mu only threw one punch, and within a few breaths, Jing He was killed, and now there’s not even a body left, I’m serious, the body is completely gone."

Qingli found it herself a bit unbelievable as she emphasized it again instinctively.

Immediately.

A deathly silence followed, with no sound for a long time.

Qingli took another deep breath, then emerged from the shadows and walked towards the battlefield because the person who killed Jing He with a single punch had told her one last thing.

That sentence was.

"The body is yours to deal with."

But just the body?

What body of Jing He remains?

Damn it, without being a Grandmaster, to kill someone like Sima Lin with one punch is already something, but now to kill a Fifth Forging Grandmaster with a single punch too.

This is just ridiculous, even Ling Daotian isn’t this monstrous.

...

The earth trembled, and Lu He’s figure was sent flying backward, then smashed down from midair by a blurred figure.

Boom!

The ground cracked instantly, shattering with a deafening roar and forming a huge pit.

A faceless shadow calmly walked to the edge of the pit and looked down; it was the third underground level of a parking lot, now exposed to the open air.

And now, the underground third level had inexplicably turned into the fourth or fifth level, where in the pit lay a bloodied figure, bleeding from the seven orifices, Lu He gasped deeply, his eyes started to blur.

All his past rushed before his eyes.

Finally, pulled back by his strong will, Lu He’s pupils slightly contracted, staring up at the figure above with deep despair.

"No wonder it’s the Martial Saint Illusion..."

Before finishing his sentence, Lu He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black blood, with bits of shattered organs mixed in.

His condition was dire; even as a Fourth Forging Martial Arts Grandmaster, he was at death’s door, and right now, even an ordinary person could take his life.

"The gap is just too large."

The Martial Saint Illusion isn’t even considered the Martial Saint’s true projection, which is why a projected Martial Saint possesses immense deterrence, enough to terrify all the forces in the Celestial Cloud Mountain range.

That’s because the projection contains the consciousness of the Martial Saint themselves, it’s the Martial Saint in control, conveying their own will, and no one dares to provoke a Martial Saint lightly.

Especially since the Qingfeng Martial Saint isn’t just any ordinary Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint Illusion is different in that it lacks the consciousness of the Martial Saint, only instinctively fighting, and the power it contains is far less than that of the Martial Saint’s true projection.

Typically, a Martial Saint expends effort to create such an illusion for their kin.

It’s rumored that the true strength of a Martial Saint Illusion isn’t even one percent of the actual Martial Saint.

Even so, Lu He, no matter how hard he fought, could only last a few seconds in the opponent’s hands, defeated in three moves, and the opponent was even bare-handed.