World’s End: My Keyword is One More Than Others

Du Ge did much more than Gao Yong and others imagined.

Throughout history, there has never been an established old power willing to witness the rise of a new power.

The cake is only so big, and the rise of a new power will inevitably shake their interests.

Moreover, Du Ge stepped on their faces and dug their corners. No one can tolerate that.

Justice and morality?

It's all decided by those with the biggest fists.

If it was only Du Ge alone, the concerns of Gao Yong and others would indeed be valid. No matter how strong his personal martial arts skills were, he would not be able to resist the entire world.

Du Ge could kill one expert, two experts, but it would be limited to that. Once the Three Gates and Five Sects reacted, he alone would not be able to protect the Peacekeeping Gang.

If the Peacekeeping Gang disbanded, Luyang City would fall into chaos. At that time, his foundation would crumble, his personal attributes would decline, and he would become powerless to turn the situation around, eventually being eliminated.

But with Feng Zhong, it would be different. The tongue of right and wrong could perfectly stir up the entire martial world, preventing the Three Gates and Five Sects from having the time to deal with him.

Du Ge firmly believed that if he was given enough time, he would have the opportunity to defeat the Three Gates and Five Sects one by one.

As long as the Peacekeeping Gang swallowed the assets of one or two major sects, no one in this world would be able to shake his position.

Therefore, as soon as Luyang City stabilized, Du Ge instructed Feng Zhong to write many rumors and send them to various sects.

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"The Xueshan Sect and Blood Blade Sect intend to attack the Central Plains and seize the Martial Saint's inheritance. The Emei Sect may have a spy."

"The nameless ancestor of the Taishan Sect fell on Huashan, suspected to have left behind a copy of the 'Returning Bird Sword Technique,' which was accidentally discovered by the first disciple of the Huashan Sect."

"The second disciple of the Kunlun Sect discovered a mysterious inscription in the Hidden Scriptures Cave, which was left by the Kunlun Old Man and is said to have mastered all martial arts in the world."

"The eldest son of the Azure Dragon Gang's Gang Leader bears a striking resemblance to the Beggar's Sect's Gang Leader, suspected to be the illegitimate child of the Beggar's Sect's Gang Leader Xie Lin."

"The Emei Sect's Golden Summit now has a thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng, which can increase one's martial arts power by a hundred years."

"Tong Shihong of the Divine Fist Sect visited the Qiao Family and took away the 'Thirty-Six Styles of Flowers,' which contains the Divine Fist Sect's Martial Saint Qiao's late comprehension of the 'Yin Yang Scripture'..."

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Spreading rumors is easy, but debunking them is difficult.

In the past, these rumors that were fabricated out of thin air would at most make people laugh and not cause any waves.

But with Feng Zhong's tongue of right and wrong, the information he spread, once received by the parties involved, would definitely be verified.

Feng Zhong enjoyed spreading rumors. After sending out the letters, he happily waited for the benefits every day.

Just like Wang San, he also felt fortunate to have met Feng Qi. Manipulating this keyword was indeed very discreet, but it was not easy to succeed.

After all, once the major forces in the martial world successfully debunked the rumors, they would inevitably investigate the rumor monger.

Just like when he manipulated the right and wrong between the Feng Family and the Iron Palm Gang, he immediately ran away,

Both sides involved in the manipulation, regardless of who benefited or suffered, would remember him as the instigator.

Moreover, the tongue of right and wrong needed him to personally spread the rumors. Writing letters and publishing announcements were the most reliable methods.

If he had to personally provoke face-to-face, he would probably be caught on the spot. Writing letters would not withstand investigation. But with Feng Qi's protection, it would be different. Even if he stirred up the entire martial world, there would be no danger.

With Feng Qi in front, even if the sky collapsed, he would have nothing to worry about as long as Feng Qi was alive.

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After sending Gao Yong and others away, Du Ge and the other two sources of evil entered a leisurely time to enjoy life, drinking tea, practicing martial arts, and investigating the Heavenly Demon around them, quietly waiting for chaos to erupt in the martial world.

In ancient times, travel was slow and distances were far, so it took time for information to ferment and spread.

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Two days later.

Luyang City.

Qiu Muqian, dressed in ordinary coarse clothes, sat on a roadside stall eating noodles with an ordinary-looking old man. She obviously had no appetite, picking up a few strands of noodles and putting them back without putting them in her mouth. She frequently looked around, her brows furrowed.

She successfully invited Tong Shihong to come, but the situation in Luyang City after her return was obviously different from what she had imagined. She didn't understand how, in just three days, Feng Qi had caused so much trouble. Not only was her younger brother abducted, but even the Glutton had appeared.

"Muqian, calm your heart. Once your heart is in chaos, you won't be able to accomplish anything." The old man across from her carefully savored the bowl of ordinary noodles, calmly saying, "Eat noodles. Martial artists must always ensure their physical strength."

"Okay." Qiu Muqian responded, lowered her head to eat a few bites of noodles, and couldn't help but raise her head again. "Uncle Tong, aren't you angry at all? Feng Qi killed Officer He!"

"The person who killed me and splashed dirty water on my face, of course I'm angry." Tong Shihong was like a simple old farmer, using chopsticks to mix the noodles and gravy together. "But the angrier you are, the more you can't act recklessly. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Whether it's a threat or a temptation, Feng Qi has created such a big reputation in just a few days, which is enough to prove that he is even more formidable than you said. When dealing with such a person, if you become anxious, failure is not far away."

Looking at the dazed Qiu Muqian, he smiled and put down his chopsticks: "Muqian, think carefully. At that time, when Feng Qi pointed his sword at your father, all of you, a group of people, couldn't save your father? In that situation, Feng Qi shouldn't have had the intention to kill, otherwise, your father wouldn't be alive now."

"... " Qiu Muqian was stunned.

"At that time, when everyone saw Yuan Lang being held at swordpoint, all of you lost your composure and stepped into Feng Qi's rhythm step by step." Tong Shihong said, "And finally, it has come to this irreparable situation."

Qiu Muqian's face changed several times, and she sighed, "Uncle Tong, you're right."

"Before this, there has never been such a thing as the Heavenly Demon in the world. They don't follow common sense in their actions. You were led by them, which is understandable." Tong Shihong said, "Even I never expected that he would dare to use my Divine Fist Sect as a sacrificial flag. He is indeed audacious..."

"So, you're still angry, aren't you?

You just don't show it.

Qiu Muqian looked at Tong Shihong, muttered under her breath, and respectfully asked, "Uncle Tong, what should we do next? I will follow your arrangements."

"First of all, we need to figure out what exactly the Heavenly Demon is. Its power seems to be growing too fast..." Tong Shihong shook his head, called over an old man who was eating noodles nearby, and laughed, "Old man, my grandson and I are from out of town. We heard you talking about the Heavenly Demon's sword slaying the Glutton, which is quite interesting. Why don't you join us and tell us the story of the Heavenly Demon?"

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately became interested. He picked up his bowl and moved over, took a sip of the noodle soup to moisten his throat, and then said, "This is not a story, it's a true event. You've come to the right person.

At the time when the Heavenly Demon was slaying the Glutton, I was just ten meters away from him. The Glutton was over five meters tall, with a human face on a sheep's body, eyes under its armpits, and a huge bloody mouth. It screamed like a few months old baby. But its speed was incredibly fast, it darted past me with a whoosh, the wind it brought up made my old face hurt, just like being scraped by a knife..."

The old man was talking with great enthusiasm. When he reached the crucial point, he paused and teased, "Old man, do you know why it ran so fast?"

"Why?" Tong Shihong swallowed a mouthful of noodles, playing along.

"To explain why it ran so fast, we have to talk about our Heavenly Demon. The Glutton is a manifestation of the Heavenly Demon. Its stomach is a bottomless pit, swallowing people whole, growing larger with each person it consumes. Its skin is thick and tough, and its scales are impervious to swords and spears. Can you imagine this monster rampaging in Luyang City? It would have devoured all the hundreds of thousands of people in our city," the old man said, "But as the saying goes, every creature has its nemesis. The Heavenly Demon is the nemesis of the Glutton, and he came to Luyang City to subdue it.

Speaking of the Heavenly Demon, we have to start with his two protectors. One of them is named Wang San, who is naturally fast, likes to collect the bodies of evildoers, and can stop a child from crying with just a shout. Yet, this demon is quite handsome..."

As he rambled on, Tong Shihong couldn't help but cough, "Old man, I have something to do later, can we just talk about the slaying of the Glutton? I don't want to finish my noodles and only hear half of the story. It's unsatisfying."

"I told you, it's not a story, it's a true event." The old man corrected with a frown, waving his hand, "Alright, let's keep it short and talk about how the Heavenly Demon slew the Glutton. As I said, the Glutton's scales are impervious to swords and spears. The Heavenly Demon had only been in the world for a few days, where could he find a divine weapon? The sword in his hand was just an ordinary weapon, even if he had divine strength, he couldn't break the Glutton's scales. The sword struck the Glutton, sparks flew, the sword was chipped, but the Glutton's skin was not broken. But the Glutton had to be killed, can you guess how the Heavenly Demon did it?"

"How did he do it?" Tong Shihong asked.

"Our Heavenly Demon, after circling the Glutton a few times, came up with a plan. No matter how hard the Glutton's body was, it still had to eat and excrete, its anus was soft!" The old man slurped a mouthful of noodles, his eyes shining brighter, "The Heavenly Demon made a decisive move, sneaked behind the Glutton when it was not paying attention, held the sword with both hands, and thrust it forward with all his might. It was as fast as lightning, and with a 'plop', the one-meter-long sword was completely plunged in.

You wouldn't know, the Glutton's scream was so miserable. I was watching from the side, when the Heavenly Demon pulled out his sword, yellow and red stuff all came out, tsk tsk, no wonder the Glutton ran so fast then, if your anus was stabbed, you would run that fast too..."

Tong Shihong's face suddenly changed, a mouthful of noodles stuck in his throat, he didn't know whether to swallow or spit it out. He had heard a lot about the slaying of the Glutton on his way here, but he never thought that the Glutton was killed in this way.

"Unexpected, isn't it!" The old man saw the effect he wanted and laughed triumphantly, "No one would have thought of it. You didn't see it, the Glutton was tough, it didn't die from one stab. The Heavenly Demon chased after the Glutton, stabbing it dozens of times, tsk tsk, in the end, the sword was all stained yellow. It was with this sword that the Heavenly Demon announced the establishment of the Peacekeeping Gang..."