Chapter 1385: 大道论武, Miraculous Martial Art Mad Dog

Author: A Three-Hundred-Pound Smile

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Quibitros had only detected the situation a short while later, but by then the enemy had already swept through to such an extent, causing a tragic scene of screams throughout the tribe.

The enemy was too wicked and malicious; their hidden infection had caused vast numbers of tribe members to succumb the moment it erupted.

Even his most beloved woman, Naers, who had reached the peak of godhood, had been cunningly ensnared...

He furiously crushed the tiny, infecting long-worm bacteria. His voice, brimming with rage, was like a volcano poised to erupt: "These hateful long-worms are only capable of ambushing beings at the Celestial Emperor level!"

"Even a cautious Celestial Emperor would be immune; these tiny worms cannot burrow into their skin. As for gods, they are practically impossible to infiltrate..."

He fell silent abruptly. Yet, the enemy had used a scheme to ambush the god-tier Naers.

"Mere fungi! I will show you what destruction truly means!!!!"

Quibitros roared at the sky, his face contorted with rage, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor.

If before he had descended with a playful attitude, as arrogant as a higher-dimensional being entering a lower-dimensional world, now that composure was entirely gone...

Large numbers of infected tribe members slowly rose to their feet.

They were all extremely familiar faces, swaying as they lunged forward to attack.

"Orbital Bow!"

He bent his arm into a perfect arc. Countless particles, spiraling down his arm with accelerating force, slid to his fingertips and were fiercely shot out.

"Thirty Billion Consecutive Shots!"

From his fingertips poured forth particles, each with a unique independent trajectory, instantly piercing the bodies of the tribe members.

But something even more terrifying happened.

Those tribe members, astonishingly, still swayed to their feet and continued to charge, as if completely unharmed.

"This level of resilient skin already possesses some Ninth-Tier abilities..."

Quibitros stood in the street, staring in shock at the approaching crowds from all directions. The clinking and clanking of copper ornaments on their bodies added to the extreme eeriness.

Just moments ago, they were still his weak tribe members!

But soon, he calmed down again. "Their strength has increased... Is it because unknown bacterial organisms within their brains are developing their potential for bodily control through their central nervous systems?"

Just then, his woman, Naers, slowly rose, emitting a strange laugh. She stood swaying, her arms hanging limply. "Have you noticed? Their cultivation has advanced significantly. Many of them weren't even Celestial Emperors before, but now they possess partial quantum power and extreme resistance to attacks."

"You!!!"

Quibitros gazed at the woman he once deeply loved and was silent for a moment. "So what? They're just more durable, with rigid movements and no self-awareness. You've merely turned them into beasts... You've only destroyed their brains and souls, making them violent, but you can't truly control their bodies."

This was a battle between races.

Quibitros clearly understood this; there was no right or wrong.

He was incredibly furious.

But he also clearly understood that he was a vital asset to his race and had to discard all personal emotions to confront these monsters.

Loved ones didn't matter, children didn't matter, relatives didn't matter...

Inside, he experienced extreme despair and rage, glaring intently at his opponent.

"You are indeed quite impressive... For a mere head of a ten-thousand-person district within this terrifying race, can your mental fortitude truly reach such a level?"

The Three Pillar Gods looked at him in surprise.

As Pillar Gods with astonishing computational power, they had used many methods to deliberately provoke him, yet he had forcefully maintained his composure.

This was terrifying.

"Truly a despair-inducing race."

The Three Pillar Gods stepped forward. "You've already figured it out. This is the first generation of virus martial arts—Rabies."

"Rabies?"

Quibitros sneered, "Martial arts, you say? Like those low-level, beast-mimicking martial arts from planets?"

The Three Pillar Gods calmly replied, "Rabies, this is a terminal illness introduced by certain individuals, a mortal virus."

"The virus destroys parts of their brain nerves and souls, turning the infected beings into beasts. Infected individuals will attack any life form that approaches them. Their brains fear light, fear water, fear heat... fear everything."

"And as you've clearly seen, our first-generation Rabies martial art finds it difficult to control their actions. It can only destroy their brains, making them violent attackers..." The Three Pillar Gods spoke candidly.

Quibitros was filled with rage that his opponent would so openly discuss how they ambushed his tribe members. He glared intently. "You're truly honest, aren't you? Do you want me to help you perfect this strange, nascent martial art, to help you find its loopholes and flaws?"

Before, he had infiltrated the bacterial world to challenge their martial arts grandmasters. Now, they had come to challenge him.

One-on-one.

It wasn't that they couldn't fight as a group, nor that they possessed a lofty martial spirit; it was simply unnecessary.

Individual victory or defeat was not important.

This one-on-one battle was meant for his own race to understand the enemy's racial combat strength, their martial arts, and their individual power.

"These detestable beings," Quibitros gritted his teeth, looking up, "I fear the rest are merely watching, letting them come at me one by one. They want a duel, a challenge, and even if I defeat one, there will be another... They are using me for training, or perhaps to discover the weaknesses of our race and test their new techniques!"

He closed his eyes, his mind rapidly cooling.

Their goal was undeniably one thing: to find a way to overcome the size difference and defeat him!

But was that even possible?

He couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Useless struggles! A heaven-defying martial art that transcends size is merely the final boon you pitiable fungi are preparing for us. Any martial art you possess will be learned by us!"

He had also thought of this.

If there truly existed a heaven-defying martial art that allowed them to overcome the galactic-scale size difference and enabled bacteria to defeat humans, then after humans learned it, wouldn't humans become even more invincible?

"We call the martial art that will defeat you the 'Miracle Martial Art'," said the Three Pillar Gods.

"It's unsolvable!" he sneered. "You yourselves call it a miracle! Such an exaggerated martial art where the weak defeat the strong simply cannot exist. Besides, even if it did, we would learn it..."

The Three Pillar Gods shook their heads and walked closer step by step. "That's why I said you wouldn't understand. You're just a genius from some ordinary district in a city. How could this be unsolvable? What you call 'impossible' is merely a lack of knowledge. Our wisdom is greater than you imagine. Right now, we are demonstrating a martial art you claim is impossible."

"Ridiculous?" Quibitros finally uttered in an astonished, horrified voice, filled with immense anger. "A demonstration? Even this? I admit, we can also learn it."

"And what if you do learn it?"

The Three Pillar Gods advanced step by step. "The advantages and weaknesses of this martial art are very clear: it develops your own brain, making it terrifying, granting you various mysterious abilities to invade the brains of others—like the Matrix, do you understand? But the price is that your own brain becomes as fragile as porcelain."

"You gain a powerful and precise 'master' brain, but in exchange, it becomes fragile and delicate."

The Three Pillar Gods spoke eloquently, "If our brains become fragile, we don't care. Bacteria are already weak; a pinch will kill us, whether or not you target our brains. But if *your* brains become fragile, turning into precise quantum computers, that gives *us* an opportunity. The displacement of just a few quanta could turn you into an imbecile... I'm teaching you 'Rabies,' do you want to learn it?"

Quibitros's expression drastically changed.

The Three Pillar Gods' gaze swept around, a smile playing on their lips. "Yes! You heard correctly! I! I! I! I want to teach you! To teach you with all my heart! Even knowing you might kill me, I will teach you!!"

Their voice boomed and intensified, becoming incredibly fervent.

"This is a heaven-defying, terrifying, peerless supreme art, one that will enable you to become a martial god giant on this continent, establish a zombie dynasty, and achieve supreme dominance. So, do you... want to learn it?"

"This martial art..."

Quibitros's eyes suddenly widened. He stared intently, his face filled with disbelief. "Rabies?? How could such a martial art exist??"