I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 950: Chapter 244: Bite the Bullet

Gu Han heard the young man’s words and quickly smiled apologetically, “Master Ji Chen, please do not be angry, the monk has just awakened and is not yet clear-headed. The Rakshasa and the Spirit Pill will temporarily remain in Beimang, and the monk will retrieve them once this turmoil has subsided.”

Now that the Blood Tower’s periphery had been cleaned up, most of the resource supplies were coming from the Ji Clan of Beimang. If he offended Ji Chen, given Ji Xuanyuan’s fondness for his son, there would be no more talks about resupplies for the Blood Tower in the future.

Unfortunately, his cultivation method was heavily dependent on resources. As the saying goes, one has to bow under the eaves; if others saw the Corpse Monk, whose name shook Zhongzhou, apologizing with a smile to a young man, who knows how many jaws would drop in shock.

Yet, Ji Chen felt that this was only natural. After gesturing that he did not mind, he said indifferently, “It is no longer safe outside. Master, please come back with me to my residence. There is a treasure, the Mysterious Nether Coffin, in the storehouse. As long as the master hides inside, neither An Yuanxi nor Wang Chan would be able to find him, even with their immense skills.”

“I will follow Master Ji Chen’s arrangements completely.”

The burly Corpse Monk rubbed his hands and grinned obsequiously, completely lacking the demeanor of a powerful being, but instead resembling a sycophantic petty person to the core.

Ji Chen couldn’t bear to look at him and turned his head as he walked away. The big monk followed closely, disappearing into the dense forests of Beimang.

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Longzhou, Lanshan City

Standing atop a peak of Aran Mountain, Tang Luo looked down from dozens of miles away at the duels taking place in the city’s martial arts arena.

Watching the young lad desperately fighting to protect himself, he couldn’t help but rub his temples.

The title of First Divine Child of Ten Thousand Clans was not something just anyone could bear; at least Tang Luo felt that he was not yet capable of living up to such a significant reputation.

It was not that his strength could not match the title, but the Tang Clan could not afford it. The First Divine Child of Ten Thousand Clans could only emerge from the top-ranking families of those ten thousand clans. This was a simple truth.

Putting aside holy lands and sects, the strength of the Tang Clan would hardly rank within the top one hundred of the world’s families. Let alone the martial arts sanctuaries of Zhongzhou and Yuanzhou, there were seven great noble families in Longzhou alone that stood in their way, to say nothing of the age-old prominent families with a thousand years of heritage. The disciples from these families would not be convinced.

Perhaps in Wang Chan’s scheming, he would relish the idea of Tang Luo defeating each opponent one by one or taking on two at a time, standing against all contemporary noble families. That would certainly suit him.

But Tang Luo did not act as he wished. He had already decided that as soon as the archway was finished and the stele erected, he would feign defeat. Then, hiding his shame, he would enter seclusion. Afterwards, he would wander the world under the identity of Hook Chen.

As for choosing the right person for this, he had not yet decided. After all, sect disciples would not lower their status to come and challenge him, and to be honest, these prideful individuals from the noble families of Zhongzhou were rather disappointing.

It wasn’t that their cultivation was subpar; indeed, compared to the noble heirs he had seen at Martial Saint Mountain, these challengers from Zhongzhou were clearly a level above.

However, once martial artists reach a certain level, the differences between them become minimal. For instance, most physical cultivation grandmasters can achieve unity of the three forces. From there, advancement is largely a matter of luck.

For example, all martial artists in the Fierce Realm will reach the pinnacle of that realm, but whether they can Spiritually Transform their bodies and establish the true meaning of martial arts is uncertain.

Combat power is the same. Many will hit a ceiling they cannot break through, and at that moment they realize, it is a limitation of their talent.

Only a very few with great perseverance are able to break through the limits of their own talent; most people remain stuck at the threshold of their innate abilities for years or even decades.

The young combatants before me are of such caliber. The challengers at the peak of the Mortal Realm probably haven’t progressed in a long time. In their view, the next advancement would be breaking through to the Fierce Realm, which is why they are so restless.

On the other hand, those from the Fierce Realm act quite the opposite. They have countless methods to improve, yet stubbornly refuse to execute them, still clinging to the fighting styles and martial understanding of the Mortal Realm.

Perhaps it is because they have not adapted to this earth-shattering change, or perhaps it is because they cannot accept the dejection of having to start all over again after finally breaking through to the Fierce Realm.

After all, not everyone is like Tang Luo, who can rapidly refine a set of Spirit Arts. For a normal martial artist to cultivate a set of Spirit Arts to the level where they can be used against an enemy, who knows how much grueling effort is needed.

Reluctance is the biggest obstacle on the path of martial arts; there are countless wandering martial artists who still use Yellow Rank or even lower-ranked techniques even at the stage of the Fierce Realm.

This habit poses no problem when bullied the weak; after all, with the enhancement of soul power, even the lower-ranked Spirit Arts can seem impressive. But when it comes to combat against someone of the same level, the inferiority quickly becomes obvious.

The reason Tang Xing was able to exchange blows evenly with these younger combatants is precisely because he did not possess the habit of reluctance. He had already eliminated the painstakingly practiced Martial Claws from his attack repertoire, replacing them with complete sets of hand seals and secret techniques.

In just half a month since returning from Martial Saint Mountain, Tang Xing’s combat power has increased several times over. Naturally, the Buddha Seed played a part in this, but even more so, it was due to Tang Xing’s own insights.

I thought that after being tormented by Yankong, the kid would be dispirited for a while, but it seems my worry was entirely unnecessary.

After the battle ended, Tang Xing once again emerged victorious. Cheers erupted throughout the combat arena, and having seen his brother’s progress, Tang Luo also decided to leave and return to his secluded training to study the Asura Divine Heart.

Just as he was about to get up, he saw a warrior from the Fierce Realm stepping onto the stage, causing Tang Luo to be utterly dumbfounded.

“Among the challengers from Zhongzhou, is there really someone so shameless?”

In the combat arena, Tang Xing, having just won a battle, sat down cross-legged, intending to rest before fighting again. However, he found himself locked in place by a formidable soul force, unable to move.

A chill passed through his heart, and upon looking up, he saw the challenger’s eyes brimming with a playful intention. noveldrama

The man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, and a figure of a frost-colored Howling Moon Fierce Wolf appeared behind him. Its ferocious eyes immobilized Tang Xing, who was unable to move. The man spoke indifferently, “I’ve had enough of these child’s plays. We’ve come from afar not to watch children fight. Quickly call out your brother and stop wasting our time!”

Martial artists who have not achieved unity of spirit and intent have virtually no means to resist the aura of someone from the Fierce Realm, especially when that person has cultivated a notoriously ruthless Wolf Spirit. The Sect Head’s second son, caught in a cold abyss, responded without fear, “Have the guts to withdraw your spirit force. Let’s compete with Spirit Arts. To overpower others with cultivation realm, what skill is that!?”

“Kid, you’re not yet worthy of facing me,” the man retorted. “Call your brother out quickly; otherwise, don’t blame me for bullying the young.”

If possible, the man would not have wished to step onto the stage himself, but all the Mortal Realm fighters that came to Longzhou had been defeated by Tang Xing. He couldn’t bear to return to Zhongzhou just like that, especially after having vowed in his clan to show the hillbillies of Longzhou how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.

Leaving now, how could he ever lift his head again in his clan? Even knowing it was bullying the weak, he had no choice but to brazenly step forward!