activa-t Chapter 169 Broom and Stick
Chapter 169 Broom and Stick
Just then, a hideous dark creature lunged at them, baring its fangs and claws.
He arrogantly shouted, "Haha, today is your doomsday! Watch how I wipe you all out!"
However, as the saying goes, excessive joy leads to sorrow. This overconfident fellow failed to notice a large rock that had appeared under his feet at some unknown time.
With a muffled thud, it tripped over the stone and fell flat on its face.
This fall was quite severe, leaving it dizzy and disoriented for a moment, unable to tell which way was which.
He could only struggle haphazardly on the ground, dizzy and disoriented, trying to get up.
Seeing this, the teammates, who had been somewhat nervous, were immediately invigorated and rushed forward without hesitation.
They all unleashed their martial arts skills, raining down punches and kicks on the unfortunate dark creature.
Someone kicked it in the stomach, someone else punched it in the head.
Some people even stepped on its back to immobilize it.
As they fought, they shouted, "We'll teach you to be arrogant and domineering! Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant again!"
In the midst of the chaos, a figure rushed over as swiftly as the wind.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Hua Yeqing, who was tightly gripping the sharp 'dagger' in her hand.
His eyes gleamed with excitement and fighting spirit as he shouted, "Let me deliver the 'final blow'!"
With that, he leaped high into the air and thrust his weapon at the vital parts of the dark creature, his momentum seemingly intent on annihilating all darkness.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be my elderly grandmother with white hair. Although she was old, her back was ramrod straight.
His imposing presence remained undiminished, radiating a composure and dignity honed by the passage of time.
She stood out in the chaotic battlefield, as if she were the pillar of strength, and as long as she was there, no difficulty could defeat the crowd.
Grandma held an ordinary-looking broom in her hand. The broom handle was worn smooth and shiny, clearly showing signs of years of use.
Although the bamboo strips were somewhat loose, they seemed to possess a spirit in her hands, becoming a powerful weapon.
She swung the broom at lightning speed, each swing creating a whooshing sound in the air.
The wind carried boundless power, as if it wanted to blow away the dark battlefield.
He roared at the top of his lungs, "You bunch of rabble, running wild right under my nose, you're simply overestimating yourselves! Today I'm going to teach you all a lesson!"
The voice was powerful and resonant, echoing across the battlefield and inspiring fear in the enemy.
As Grandma moved, visible ripples spread wherever the broom went, as if the space itself was being distorted by this powerful force.
Those dark creatures lurking in the shadows, originally waiting for their chance to strike, would be stopped if they approached this area of power.
It was as if I was grabbed by an invisible giant hand, instantly thrown high into the air, and then crashed heavily dozens of meters away.
The dull thuds and agonizing screams of the dark creatures as they landed mingled together, creating a continuous, deafening sound.
Some of the dark creatures were thrown and their limbs were twisted, bent at bizarre angles, and after struggling for a few moments, they became still.
Some rolled on the ground in agony, uttering pitiful cries, trying to escape this horrific battlefield.
But that invisible force followed them like a shadow, making it impossible for them to escape.
On another part of the battlefield, Grandma's figure was also very eye-catching.
She was agile and nimble, moving as swiftly as a leopard, weaving freely through the enemy ranks.
Every movement was fluid and swift, making it difficult to capture.
Grandma's eyes were sharp, fixed intently on every enemy's movement.
It was as if she could predict their every attack in advance; the wisdom and vigilance in her eyes meant that no move the enemy made could escape her notice.
Although her face was etched with the wrinkles of time, these wrinkles did not diminish her presence.
Instead, it added a touch of wisdom and courage to her, as if telling her past battle stories.
Grandma showed no fear in the face of the swarming enemy.
She pulled a thick wooden stick from her waist, which instantly became a powerful weapon in her hands.
An enemy wielded a large sword, fiercely slashing at Grandma with a whooshing sound, but Grandma remained calm and composed, lightly touching the ground with her toes.
With a swift sidestep, he easily dodged the fierce attack, his movements as light as a butterfly in flight.
Taking advantage of the enemy's inability to retract his sword, "Grandma" suddenly swung her wooden stick, which slammed heavily into the enemy's wrist with the force of a whirlwind.
With a "crack," the enemy's wrist bone snapped, and the broadsword clattered to the ground.
The enemy screamed in agony, clutching his injured wrist and retreating repeatedly, his face filled with terror and despair.
He never imagined that this seemingly ordinary old man would possess such remarkable skills.
Seeing this, the other enemies not only did not retreat, but instead surrounded them even more frantically.
Grandma, however, showed no fear. She nimbly maneuvered through the enemy ranks, her wooden stick moving like a dragon emerging from the sea.
Every swing accurately strikes the enemy's vital points.
Her steps were light and steady, each step perfectly timed, as if she were performing a beautiful yet deadly dance.
An enemy tried to ambush Grandma from behind, but Grandma, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, quickly turned around and thrust her wooden stick straight into the enemy's chest.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the enemy was sent flying several meters backward.
He fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, raising a cloud of dust.
The battle intensified, but Grandma fought with increasing ferocity, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead and soaking her clothes.
But Grandma's gaze remained steadfast as a rock, as if declaring to the enemy: this land is the home she swore to protect with her life, and no one should dare to easily invade it.
With each move, she displayed an indomitable spirit, driving her enemies into a retreat.
Her figure moved swiftly across the battlefield, the sound of her wielding wooden sticks mingling with the screams of the enemy, creating a triumphant battle song.
Meanwhile, my uncle was also putting all his magic into practice.
His expression was focused, and his hands moved rapidly, forming various complex magical hand seals. His movements were so fast that they were dazzling, as if he were weaving an invisible magical net.
As he chanted incantations, his body was gradually enveloped in a dazzling light.
The light grew stronger and stronger, illuminating the entire battlefield like a small sun and dispelling some of the darkness.
"Light shines forth, darkness vanishes!" my uncle shouted.
In an instant, dazzling beams of magical light shot out from his hands.
Like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, carrying the power to destroy all darkness.
These magical rays accurately struck the enemies hidden in the darkness, and each ray that hit its target triggered a violent 'explosion'.