Chapter 979: Chapter 989: 10 Fla Dragon Soldiers Awaken! (Third Shift)
But at this mont, the overwhelming power of the giant palm intensified once again.
The massive palm, ford from condensed maple leaves, grew even more formidable.
Tang Zhong used his Tang Sword to brace against the descending palm, but the sheer strength was too imnse.
You could see the Tang Sword trembling violently.
Clutching the Tang Sword tightly, Tang Zhong furrowed his brows.
“Resist? Let see how you plan to resist!” Yan Chihuo bellowed into laughter.
The enormous hand pressed down on Tang Zhong.
Under its imnse force, his feet sank directly into the ground.
Yet Tang Zhong still gripped the Tang Sword with undying resolve.
Onlookers observed the scene, sneering coldly.
“Overestimating himself! Where did he even find the audacity to take on the Martial Supre?”
“Seeking death!”
Zhang Changgong and Master Kunlun stared at Tang Zhong, their anxiety deepening by the mont.
“What do we do now?”
“Wait… wait for the right mont. Then strike!”
Even the foremost among them was deeply worried for Tang Zhong.
But just as Yan Chihuo’s power continued to swell in the giant palm—
BOOM! A deafening explosion rang out.
Tang Sword, unable to withstand the relentless crushing force, shattered with a resounding crack.
Imdiately following that, the enormous maple-leaf-ford hand slamd down, kicking up a whirlwind of dust and debris.
Tang Zhong, beneath the colossal palm, vanished entirely from sight.
Hovering mid-air, Yan Chihuo broke into wild laughter. “I told you—unless you defy the heavens—yet who can truly defy the heavens?”
Yan Nantian and the disciples of the Yan Family roared with laughter upon witnessing the scene. “Worthless! Did you see that? Completely useless!”
The crowd, hearing Yan Nantian’s mockery, quickly chid in. “Of course! A re Tang Zhong—how could he possibly contend with a master like Yan Chihuo?”
Almost everyone now rallied around the Yan Family, eager to curry favor with Yan Chihuo, the Martial Supre of the future. To them, this was a golden opportunity.
In truth, there were hardly any supporters of Tang Zhong to begin with, and now, they descended into outright scorn.
“Trash!”
“Tang Zhong…” Zhang Changgong and the others’ faces darkened instantly.
They had never anticipated such an outco.
Master Kunlun made a move to rush forward, but Zhang Changgong held him back.
“Why are you stopping ?” Master Kunlun cried out in desperation.
“Don’t go!” Zhang Changgong warned. “That guy’s lifeforce—it’s still there!”
Master Kunlun, believing Tang Zhong to be crushed to death, was overco with urgency. But now, noticing even a faint trace of Tang Zhong’s lifeforce, he hesitated and stopped.
“Have so faith in him. Maybe… maybe he really can work a miracle!” Zhang Changgong insisted.
After all, since eting Tang Zhong, Zhang Changgong had seen nothing but miracles unfold one after another.
“Alright!” Master Kunlun nodded emphatically.
anwhile, at the center of the dusty chaos, where the enormous maple-leaf palm had struck, Tang Zhong was buried beneath the earth entirely.
From a bird’s-eye view, it was evident that a massive palm imprint had ford on the ground!
Lying on the ground, near Tang Zhong, the shattered remnants of the Tang Sword lay—a weapon integral to the Tang Family, now completely destroyed.
In his earlier battle within the Federation, the sword had already lost its sharpness, and now, it had broken entirely.
Tang Zhong, too, was on the brink of death.
The power of the Martial Supre was truly overwhelming.
It was no wonder people said that mastering the Martial Supre Realm ant the ability to unify all of martial arts.
No doubt, it was just as they had claid.
Yet, driven by the matter of Peng Yuan, Tang Zhong had refused to yield—leading to this very mont.
Though he fell, his mind was still consud with thoughts of General Peng Yuan.
During these past days, General Peng Yuan had saved him countless tis.
If he didn’t repay the old General, could he still call himself a man?
Even if Yan Chihuo had ascended to the Martial Supre—so what?
It was but another realm, another stage.
At this mont, Yan Chihuo grew even more unhinged, suspended in the air. Ahead lay billowing dust clouds, obscuring any trace of Tang Zhong. Yan Chihuo smirked coldly and called out, “What now? Weren’t you just saying, ‘So what if one achieves the Martial Supre?’ Now, I’d very much like to hear what you have to say!”
Once more, his hand struck downward like thunder.
No one knew the condition Tang Zhong was in.
All that could be heard were the booming impacts, as the entire Northern Mountain range quaked. When a Martial Supre fought, mountains and rivers trembled.
“Co on, stand up again!” Yan Chihuo roared with maddened laughter.
But from within the swirling dust, after enduring two consecutive strikes, Tang Zhong’s blood was boiling over, his body nearly flattened under the pressure.
Despite lying prone in the dirt, he forced out a single, defiant cry: “So what?”
Yan Chihuo, who had been sneering in triumph, suddenly froze upon hearing that voice. His expression darkened instantly as he delivered yet another crushing blow.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The mountains continued to quake.
The enormous palm ca thundering down toward Tang Zhong once more.
Hearing Tang Zhong’s voice brought brief smiles of relief to the faces of Zhang Changgong and the others—he was still alive! But now, seeing him endure such relentless attacks, their joy evaporated.
His survival was no longer assured.
Tang Zhong must not, under any circumstance, perish!
After two strikes, Yan Chihuo sneered down at the ground. “Well? Tell —what now?”
This ti, no voice ca from the swirling dust ahead.
“Heh… struck dumb, aren’t you?” Yan Chihuo sneered again.
To challenge the Supre—this was the price!
Amidst the dust, Tang Zhong lay collapsed on the ground, barely clinging to life. He could hear Yan Chihuo’s taunts but no longer had the strength to answer.
Though power still lingered faintly within him, the damage his body had endured was colossal. Even with the potential to recover, the path was fraught with difficulty.
“Am I… am I going to die?” Tang Zhong murmured weakly, attempting to clench his fists—only to find his fingers unresponsive.
Several parts of his hands were entirely flattened.
“But… I haven’t avenged General Peng yet!”
“No… I cannot die now!”
“If only… if only I could be saved… I swear Yan Chihuo would pay for this!”
In his heart, Tang Zhong burned with a singular purpose: to kill Yan Chihuo and restore honor to General Peng Yuan.
How cruel it was, then, to find himself in this state. In this very mont, he clung desperately to life, desperate for survival. But how would he make it out alive?
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed within his mind: “Kid, without , you sure are living miserably!”
The voice—it was the Fla Dragon Soldiers!
“You… you’ve awakened?” Tang Zhong’s eyes lit up with renewed hope.
(Today I t an old friend; we talked about business and drank a bit too much. Rest assured, I’ll make it up to everyone!)
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