"I’ll be responsible for breaking the enemy formation." Suddenly, Ren Tianye volunteered, pointing at the mbers of the organization. To be honest, he had so conflicts with this organization, and as their coach, he naturally wanted to give it a vigorous test!
"Alright, take it easy!" Xiao Yifei patted his shoulder and said. Although he knew Ren Tianye had so disputes with the mbers, he didn’t want a grudge to flare up now. If things got too intense and hurt these people, it would go overboard. Talent is hard to co by these days and needs to be cherished.
"Rest assured." Ren Tianye smiled. Initially, he planned to confront Tianxing Dao, but since the other side had reford, he gave up on that idea. However, they must still taste so hardship to ease the unresolved anger within him!
Ren Tianxing, being placed in the "guillotine," more accurately as a punching bag, felt little pressure. Though these people before him were strong, they couldn’t harm him. The situation is different now; altogether, these people can’t make a difference to him.
"Ren Tianye!" Huang Mao shouted loudly, "You traitor!" From last night’s injury until now, he had bottled up anger and dared not vent it to Xiao Yifei, but not with Ren Tianye.
"We admit you’re strong, but you may not necessarily be our match!" Xuan Bin said harshly. Though the chief didn’t hold Ren Tianye accountable, it didn’t an they could let him live well outside.
"Alright, alright! All at once or one by one?" Ren Tianye said dismissively. The two opposites, as enemies t, their eyes blazed. "If you can defeat , your cultivation can be directly promoted, you might even leave the team!"
"Brothers, follow !" Huang Mao was extrely excited now, "I’ve got a fire in my belly that needs venting now!" Led by Huang Mao, over a hundred people charged at him, throwing punches, kicking, and so on.
"Whew..." Ren Tianye took a deep breath, like a whale swallowing the sea, swelling his belly. Then, bending over where he stood, he assud a Tai Chi stance and said, "Using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds!" This was the essence of Ancient Martial Tai Chi. Daoist philosophy made external forces hard to act on oneself through techniques like forming circles wherever touched, leading and redirecting, avoiding solidity and emptiness; others like covering and sealing made it impossible for opponents to exert force, rebounding their strength entirely.
Sure enough, when the force of hundreds was about to land on Ren Tianye, an invisible, soft aura blocked it, dissolving the power like water and rebounding their force like a wall!
"Using strength against strength!" This was Tai Chi’s proud thod. Relying on his own strength, Ren Tianye effectively converted the collective force into a reactive force against his opponents! All mbers who intended to attack Ren Tianye were hit by the sudden force and flew out!
"Boom, boom, boom..." Various sounds of bodies hitting the ground were like dumplings thrown into a pot, directly slamming into the hard sand. Many mbers sustained significant injuries—aching backs and sore waists. But Ren Tianye was unscathed, sitting on the ground and smiling proudly at them.
"Apologies!" anwhile, the reclusive experts adhered to martial ethics. Led by a Daoist in an initial round of combat, his age and strength earned everyone’s trust, and despite improvents, he still felt challenged.
"Purple Qi Cos from the East!" The Daoist dared not be careless, employing Daoist kung fu. In the sleepy morning sunlight, strands of purple qi drifted from the illuminated places, seemingly auspicious but understood by all as having harmful effects.
Indeed, when tainted by the Daoist’s horsetail whisk, the purple qi transford into a sharp blade of light, shooting straight at Ren Tianxing as if piercing his soul—this advanced Daoist secret technique appeared terrifyingly formidable.
"Heh heh!" While everyone was secretly sweating for Ren Tianxing, he wasn’t nervous at all. Unlike Ren Tianye, his slender build ant greater speed. With a casual flicker, he appeared beside the "Purple Energy Sword" and, with a slight exertion, crushed it with a "crack" sound!
Without the Daoist’s control over the scattered purple qi, it quickly dissipated into nothing. The Daoist was stunned, initially by the person’s speed, achieved in an instant, seemingly without full effort; then by the Purple Energy Sword’s destruction, shaking his confidence.
He knew better than anyone about the Purple Energy Sword. This secret technique was a "qi," colorless, tasteless, impossible to control or grasp. How had soone crushed it today? The strength to see through illusions; if the opponent attacked, the defense would’ve been completed!
"Amazing! Very strong!" All the reclusive experts present were shocked. A combat-loving mber stepped forward—the eight-foot-tall big man wielding a broadsword, pointing it at Ren Tianxing, and said without extra words, "I want to test my blade technique!"
Ren Tianxing remained silent, knowing full well these people weren’t his match, needing at least a significant realm elevation!
"Gale Blade!" The big man said while wielding the broadsword, executing three consecutive slashes, seemingly cutting through space, tearing with shrill winds, conjuring sand and dust as a "blade montum" erupted. The blade energy rode the wind, violently surging at Ren Tianxing!
Relying on agile movent techniques, Ren Tianye evaded attacks continuously, when suddenly he realized the previous "Flying Blade" was rely a diversion—the most dangerous strike followed. Indeed, while Ren Tianxing was off-guard, the broadsword swung in.
"All’s fair in war!" Everyone was shocked. Who’d have thought the broadsword-bearing big man was so cunning? If matched evenly in cultivation, there would’ve been no ti to react, movent technique restricted, avoiding such an impactful strike was improbable, possibly resulting in mortal injury right away!
Ren Tianxing put away his playful smile, calming down. This ti, he didn’t evade but faced the blade head-on, subtly shifting his movent technique when the broadsword approached, evading just in ti. Then, with a punch, he struck the man’s chest, indenting it, bowing his body as trendous force flung him away!
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