Wang ng yanked out the deepest one embedded in his buttocks. The pain was so imnse that Zhang Xiaojiang felt the world shake, but the scream that rose in his throat died for lack of strength.
Zhang Xiaojiang’s eyes went wide, obviously still wanting to hear the secret. The others truly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the fatty’s tenacity.
"...You fell for it. How could a straightforward guy like have any secrets?"
Zhang Xiaopang’s eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out. He could finally rest in peace.
Luu i cried out in alarm. Wang ng gently laid Zhang Xiaojiang down. "He’s fine. His injuries aren’t as severe as Hu Jing’s, they’ll just be a pain to nurse back to health."
One had to be relaxed when the needles were pulled. The more tense Zhang Xiaojiang was, the tighter his muscles beca, which would only lead to more severe injuries when they were extracted.
The Hall battle had reached a brutal stage. This was Hengshan Hall’s signature style; once they got serious, no one could hope to pass them.
Tang Wei surveyed the entire arena and strode forward. ’It was finally his turn. It’s not a perfect situation, but this is fine too. Only at a ti like this can I truly display my power and importance.’
The mont Tang Wei stepped onto the platform, the entire arena around Hengshan Hall fell silent. This was the authority Tang Wei had built up at Hengshan Hall over many years.
"Tang Wei of Hengshan Hall!"
All eyes turned to Thunderlight Hall. They suddenly realized that Thunderlight Hall had sohow stumbled into an advantageous position. Tang Wei was being forced onto the stage. Now, all they had to do was send out anyone—even soone like Luu i—to wear Tang Wei down. Then, in the final match, Wang ng would face Guo Rongjin, and victory would be in the bag.
Tang Wei, however, wasn’t the least bit worried. He knew Wang ng was also a smart man. If Wang ng sent soone else to the stage, that person would suffer the sa fate as Huang Feng.
If Wang ng had one obvious weakness, it was his sentintality—the very last thing a Cultivator needed.
The others whispered amongst themselves, speculating on who Thunderlight Hall would send up next. But Yang Ying and Mingren had no doubt. They knew Wang ng well. He might be full of surprises, but in one respect, he was completely predictable.
Wang ng was going up. Tang Wei knew it, and so did Wang ng. This might look like the fourth match, but in reality, it was the final battle.
But everyone else was wrong about one thing. Wang ng needed the win, but he would never shy away from a fight to get it.
As Wang ng walked toward the Dueling Platform, the crowd erupted in the loudest cheers yet. The greatest battle of the tournant was finally about to begin.
Who was stronger? Wang ng, the man who created one miracle after another, or Tang Wei, the Tyrant of Hengshan Hall!
The two n stood on the Hengshan Dueling Platform. With Thunderlight Hall having made it this far, this battle was fated to happen.
"I never thought I’d see the day Thunderlight Hall made it this far."
"This day will be over soon enough. Thunderlight Hall has further to go."
"This is the end of the line for you!"
Tang Wei raised his Giant Horse-Cutting Saber. "Let’s begin!"
"Let’s begin!"
THUD THUD THUD...
Dragging his saber, Tang Wei charged. He abruptly swung the Giant Horse-Cutting Saber upwards, as fast as lightning, sending a gale from the blade slicing toward Wang ng.
KILL!
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
The ground cracked and exploded layer by layer. It was terrifying!
BOOM!
The force of that single slash was far more devastating than Ganglian’s Earthquake Wave.
Wang ng dodged. Tang Wei’s Horse-Cutting Saber beca a blur of light; he wielded the enormous weapon with incredible dexterity.
SWISH...
With a horizontal slash, Wang ng’s figure vanished. Before Tang Wei could react, Wang ng was already running up the flat of the Horse-Cutting Saber, charging toward him.
BOOM!
Their attacks clashed head-on. Wang ng was sent flying backward, and Tang Wei also took several steps back. He finally understood the terrifying power of Wang ng’s explosive bursts.
’To be able to use a re Fifteenth Layer of Elental Power so precisely... that level of proficiency is truly incredible. But if he thinks he can beat with just that, he’s far too naive.’
Tang Wei leaned back slightly, gripped his Horse-Cutting Saber with both hands, and took a sudden step forward. "KILL!"
The Horse-Cutting Saber in his hands flew toward Wang ng in a high-frequency barrage. It was the un-dodgeable Rapid Kill Blade Technique. In an instant, it seed to shred the very air around him. The only option was to retreat.
Even so, several gashes were still cut across Wang ng’s chest.
"KILL!"
Tang Wei advanced, each step carrying the aura of a tyrant, his Horse-Cutting Saber lashing out with every move.
Wang ng retreated again. He managed to dodge the saber itself but couldn’t avoid the wind from the blade. He didn’t dare make any large evasive maneuvers. If his movents were too wide, a fatal strike from the Horse-Cutting Saber would be waiting for him. Its current attack range was clearly not its maximum.
This was a lesson learned from experience. If he thought a wide dodge would save him, Tang Wei would only need to thrust the saber forward to land a killing blow.
In a battle between experts, a single misjudgnt could cost you everything.
"KILL!"
The third onslaught. In just a mont, Wang ng was already forced to the edge of the platform. Could he possibly dodge this strike?
’The Flying Shadow Skill? Can it even dodge such a dense flurry of strikes?’
CLANG!
He didn’t dodge. He was going to catch the blade with his bare hands!
With his hands burning brightly with Elental Power, Wang ng forcefully caught the Horse-Cutting Saber between his palms.
He twisted his hands, slid along the blade to close the distance, and instantly unleashed the Mighty Divine Leg.
Tang Wei blocked with one hand but underestimated the kick’s power. BOOM!
Wang ng’s assault was relentless. Kick after kick landed on Tang Wei, with the final one sending both him and his Horse-Cutting Saber flying.
It seed even the incomparably mighty Senior of Hengshan Hall couldn’t avoid the sa fate as Ganglian.
No matter how fast the Giant Horse-Cutting Saber was, it was useless against such an agile opponent. Once he failed to suppress him, a counterattack was inevitable.
Tang Wei slowly got to his feet. Despite taking several of Wang ng’s heavy kicks, he seed completely unhard. "Wang ng, you aren’t an opponent I can beat with my Horse-Cutting Saber."
As he spoke, he tossed the Horse-Cutting Saber aside. BOOM. The saber hit the ground, carving a crater into the stone.
Two disciples rushed to lift it but found they couldn’t even budge it. They quickly called for help, and it took four Hengshan Hall disciples to finally carry Tang Wei’s Horse-Cutting Saber away.
"Then let’s do sothing interesting," Wang ng said with a smile. "That hunk of scrap tal really was getting in the way."
Tang Wei ripped off his shirt, revealing a physique that was no less impressive than Ganglian’s. He took a deep breath, and a golden light enveloped his body... but was it the Body Cultivation Golden Body?
No!
The golden light quickly faded as his muscles began to swell. Suo Ming’s eyes widened in shock. He had been at Hengshan Hall for many years, but he had no idea just how strong Tang Wei truly was.
He had almost never seen him use any kind of Power Cultivator transformation.
The Explosive Steel Body?
That wasn’t it either!
While Tang Wei’s muscles bulged, they weren’t as exaggerated as those of the Explosive Steel Body. Strangely, however, a powerful, suffocating pressure began to emanate from him.
ROAR!
Tang Wei threw a savage punch, and the ground before him exploded as if lashed by an iron whip.
Power Cultivation Skill—the Tyrant Body!
This was a Power Cultivator state far stronger than both the Golden Body and the Explosive Steel Body.
Achieving this state required an Elental Power of Twenty Layers or more.
Clearly, Tang Wei had already surpassed Twenty Layers, making him the second disciple to appear with such a level of power.
Furthermore, Tang Wei’s power level was even higher than Song Zhong’s. He had clearly been above the Twenty Layers for so ti and had even cultivated the corresponding Magic for it.
The mont the Tyrant Body was activated, it produced a suffocating pressure. This was a powerful ability required of high-level Body Cultivators, and the domineering aura it generated was directly related to one’s own aptitude. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to co to Qidian (qidian) to vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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