I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 822: Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: The Grandmaster Struggles to Protect

Although Duan Longshu’s words were vague, the two Grandmasters, who had lived for over a hundred years, were shrewd enough to know that it must have been this youngster who provoked first; otherwise, Tang Luo would not have resorted to the “Soul-Burning Blood Curse” and tried to perish together with his adversary.

Upon seeing the spherical soul behind Tang Luo, the two of them couldn’t help but recall the secret technique combination known as “All Beings Are Equal.” They had originally thought it was a mere jest that could only manifest on the phantom body, but now that they literally saw this mystical legend appear in the real world, they could not bring themselves to laugh at all.

Given Tang Luo’s physical pinnacle that could stir wind and thunder with a fist, and his body imbued with Two Ambiguity Innate Qi, the spiritual sword forged from the soul after one burned all life’s spiritual power and blood must be terrifyingly formidable.

Did it truly take such a grand spectacle to exterminate a group of warriors whose cultivation was merely beyond the mortal realm? The two Grandmasters were clear as day in their hearts, this spectacle was not prepared for these youngsters. This Tang Luo, he was using this combination to tell all sects that the Tang Clan of Longxi might not be the strongest, but it certainly had the strength and valor to face mutual destruction without hesitation.

Faced with warriors who were willing to lay their lives on the line at any moment, the reputation of their sacred place might not hold much sway anymore. The two Grandmasters were hesitant to speak rashly and were pondering their next move when they heard Tang Luo laugh and jeer lightly.

“Duan Longshu, you’re not a child anymore. As the legitimate eldest son of the Young Palace Master of the Evil King Palace, you certainly have the qualifications to accept a challenge on behalf of the Evil King Palace. How could that be a joke?” Tang Luo said indifferently, “It’s just that I wonder how many Grandmasters the Evil King Palace has who would be willing to die generously for the Duan Family.”

Fear filled Duan Longshu’s eyes. He couldn’t understand how what was essentially a joke to flaunt power had escalated into a conflict between two great forces. If every person in Fierce Realm of Tang Clan practiced a set known as “Commoner’s Wrath,” then even if the Evil King Palace eventually prevailed, it would be a pyrrhic victory. Moreover, the forces lying in wait outside Evil King City would certainly not miss the opportunity to kick them while they were down.

If the Evil King Palace fell, he dared not imagine into what treacherous state the Duan Family would plummet. The Evil King Palace and Tang Clan of Longxi absolutely must not go to war. He knew, however, that a warrior who had already invoked the “Soul-Burning Blood Curse” and wished to die together with his enemy was not someone who could be stopped on a whim. Yet, if the disciples of the Evil King Palace were all slaughtered here, no matter how much he didn’t want the two powers to go to war, he wouldn’t be able to prevent the spread of hatred.

“Pfft~~~!” Duan Longshu, once again sacrificing his blood, finally struggled free from the pressure of the soul. Without even time to wipe the blood from his mouth, he pleaded to the two Grandmasters, “Save me, Grandmasters, stop this madman quickly!”

Before the two Grandmasters could even respond, Tang Luo added, “In my soul domain, not even a Grandmaster can save you. Go in peace.”

The spherical soul behind him, akin to the sun hanging high, radiated dazzling light, and the endless overpowering Power of Truth slowly enveloped everyone from the Evil King Palace. The deathly aura so close at hand was chilling to the bone.

And what was even more desperate was that just as the two Grandmasters from Martial Saint Mountain were about to intervene and stall this Power of Truth, they were expelled from the domain and could not lend a helping hand.

Watching his own younger brother and the disciples of the Evil King Palace about to perish under this soul technique, Duan Longshu fell to his knees with a thud and cried out to Tang Luo, “Master Tang, this is truly a misunderstanding. I misspoke earlier. I’m willing to offer carts full of spiritual items that can restore blood energy as an apology. Please withdraw your divine power and stop the ‘Soul-Burning Blood Curse.’ Do not let the Evil King Palace and the Longxi Alliance fall into war and bring disaster unto the people of Longzhou!”

With his heart gnawed by a thousand ants, filled with indescribable regret, Duan Longshu closed his eyes tightly, resigned to whatever fate might bring.

One breath, two breaths, the Power of Truth, which should have crushed everyone from the Evil King Palace, unexpectedly dissipated, and the pressure dropped sharply.

Duan Longshu opened his eyes to find that the dazzling spherical soul, like the proud sun, had disappeared, and Tang Luo, who had stopped the “Soul-Burning Blood Curse,” was squatting before him, staring into his eyes.

Was he trying to help him up? Duan Longshu had just thought to decline with a word when out of the corner of his eye he saw a hand approaching his left cheek.

“Smack, smack, smack!”

Tang Luo slapped Duan Longshu’s left cheek three times and spoke indifferently, “Since you know to admit your fault, why put on an act just now? Fine, I, on behalf of the Longxi Alliance, accept your apology. Don’t forget to send several cartloads of spiritual items that restore vital essence to the residence of the Sect Head of the Tang Clan in Lanshan City of Longxi.”

Duan Longshu’s expression was wooden as he let the three light slaps hit his face, feeling that death would have been preferable to this humiliation.

And those disciples of the Evil King Palace, seeing their senior brother suffer such disgrace, couldn’t help but sob aloud.

Tang Luo stood up and bowed to the two Grandmasters who had appeared again, “I apologize for any offense caused just now. Please, Grandmasters, forgive me.”

Bu Chun and Wei Hanyuan exchanged a glance, only able to smile bitterly and shake their heads.

The kind-looking Bu Chun sighed and said, “As the new waves of the Yangtze River push forward the old, I thought this lad had only concocted this secret technique combination by utilizing the properties of illusionary spirits. It’s unexpected that it truly has a source. However, I still don’t understand, how does the Tang Clan cultivate multiple robust soul techniques without their physical bodies collapsing from the overload of a too powerful spirit?”

“Grandmaster,” Tang Luo said with a light chuckle, “I’m also curious as to how Martial Saint Mountain’s Sacred Martial Body manages to channel the endless Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth through the physical body and command it to form techniques.”

“You sly youngster,” Bu Chun laughed. “Trying to trade the ‘Rage of the Common Man’ for the ‘Sacred Martial Body,’ enough of that, I will not inquire further.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster,” Tang Luo then asked, “Now that the third challenge is over, when will the rankings of the Longzhou Youth Martial Arts Competition be announced? And how may I use the opportunity to ask questions?”

“What’s the rush,” the white-haired, white-browed Wei Hanyuan raised his voice, “In three days at the main peak of Master Bifang Mountain, the final rankings of the 20th Longzhou Youth Martial Arts Competition will be announced. Then you will know how to use your right to ask questions. In a couple of days, I will send someone to deliver the list for the reconstruction of the Divine Fire Hall to you. Remember to compensate according to the list.”

“Of course, I thank Master Wei for informing me,” said Tang Luo with a bow, speaking indifferently, “If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave first.”

“Not so fast,” Bu Chun waved his hand, glanced at Duan Longshu—who was helped up by Duan Jiuchong, and looked woodenly solemn—, and at those disciples of the Evil King Palace whose eyes occasionally showed hate as he sighed silently and said to Tang Luo, “I wonder, Tang young master, might you be interested in joining the martial arts research division of our Bifang Mountain?”

The watching crowd burst into an uproar, not expecting Master Bu to extend an invitation to Tang Luo at this moment, signaling to the outside world his high regard for this young man.

Perhaps disciples of noble families did not know who this old gentleman was, but the name of this old master resounded like thunder in the ears of sect disciples. If Tang Luo could cultivate alongside him, the Tang Clan of Longxi would have gained a tremendous support network, something both enviable and jealousy-inducing!

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