Section 136: Who exactly are you?
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night in Black Mountain City.
Nearby, the soldiers watched Tang Tian, who glanced around restlessly, and could tell that he was far from satisfied.
Tang Tian truly was insatiable! After being suppressed for so long, his fighting passion now completely engulfed him. In the Chamber of the Eighteen Bronze Men, he had been relentlessly battered for days.
He was holding back a fierce determination; he refused to admit defeat, refused to be repeatedly trampled by those eighteen worthless foes. Gritting his teeth, he persevered, racking his brain, desperately searching for every possible strategy.
He tried every method, every scheme.
All of his experience had been forged in repeated failures and brutal suppression. In the end, he barely survived the Chamber of the Eighteen Bronze Men. At that moment, he almost thought it was an illusion.
From the moment Tang Tian first faced the Chamber, he was entirely and utterly suppressed.
There was almost no hope of victory.
Tang Tian endured bit by bit, struggling in this overwhelming suppression, his efforts seemingly futile. Finally breaking through, yet this suppressed mindset lingered within him.
Upon entering the Filin Star, he encountered a powerful opponent, the Nightfall Swordsman Qiya, and found himself once again in a direly suppressed position.
Until today.
In his clash with the Great Wei, Tang Tian suddenly realized that his adversaries were not as formidable or as threatening as he had imagined. Nor was he as weak as he had thought.
Today, Tang Tian unleashed his full power.
Only now did he suddenly understand—he was entering a new realm. He realized, without noticing it before, he had grown stronger, much stronger!
The suppressed Tang Tian erupted all at once.
It was as if all restraints vanished suddenly, allowing him to attack freely. Each strike was flawless, brimming with confidence. He dared to try more techniques, and those incredible, unpredictable moves greatly increased his combat power, bolstering his confidence even further.
This was what they called "fighting like a madman": the more confident you are, the more skillfully you wield your martial arts, making victory easier—and victory in turn fuels greater confidence, making you fight better and better.
Tang Tian’s fighting spirit soared, his momentum reached its peak, and he yearned for battle like never before.
So when he saw a large group of fierce-looking warriors charging out from a street corner, he didn’t feel the slightest worry. Instead, his eyes lit up—like a starving beast suddenly facing a herd of prey.
“Grab Gu Xue quickly!”
“Attack!”
“Charge!”
...
Watching the warriors rushing toward him, Tang Tian suddenly smiled broadly, like an unsated beast baring its sharp fangs, still stained with a trace of blood.
“Idiot!”
Before his words faded, Tang Tian vanished from where he stood.
The next instant, he appeared amidst the group of warriors. His overwhelming presence caught everyone off guard—at that split second when Tang Tian appeared among them, they were frozen, unable to react.
Having struggled through the Chamber of the Eighteen Bronze Men, Tang Tian’s sensitivity to opportunity surpassed ordinary imagination. Even a tenth of a second chance would never be missed, especially when these foes were clearly stunned and dazed.
Tang Tian spun on the spot.
His legs whirled like swinging steel blades.
A dazzling, sharp light suddenly erupted from the ground.
Tan Leg Blades!
Tang Tian’s body spun faster and faster, growing lower and lower as countless blade glimmers burst forth like a fountain, enveloping a three-zhang radius in shimmering edge!
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Under the magnificent glow of the Tan Leg Blades, countless sprays of blood splattered, screams of agony echoed in the air.
“Well done! Well done!” Gu Wu, watching from afar, smiled broadly. Suddenly, he paused uncertainly and asked, “That move doesn’t seem to be part of the Tan Leg techniques, does it?”
The Great Wei, watching with bated breath and immense relief at their escape, hesitated before replying, “It must be a finishing move—only a finishing move can have such power. I remember the Tan Leg’s finishing move is called the Spinning Top Blade.”
Gu Wu immediately believed it, for the name was vivid and fitting.
But once again—a finishing move...
Recalling the earlier Flying Bird Whirlpool, the Great Wei’s expression darkened. He had underestimated fifth-rank martial techniques, and even fifth-rank finishing moves. Yet this mysterious youth’s finishing move was unimaginably powerful.
He racked his brain but couldn’t understand why.
And now this guy had added yet another finishing move.
Looking at the brilliant scene where the blade light exploded like a fountain, it sent chills through every drop of blood in one’s body!
Thankfully... they escaped!
Enjoy yourselves.
The Great Wei had a premonition—this youth’s surprises would not end here.
The feeling was overwhelmingly strong.
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Spinning Top Blade!
A finishing move of the Tan Leg! When the young demon wielded it, he was so exhilarated he almost leapt up to howl. Within a three-zhang radius, not a single warrior was left unscathed, the ground littered with wounded and moans of pain.
Those a little farther away froze, chilled to the bone, their faces drained of color. To them, this youth was a complete demon.
It was the first time they had seen their comrades fall like ripe wheat being cut down.
This scene was utterly terrifying.
Suddenly, a fierce shout pierced the air.
“You go grab Gu Xue—this one’s mine!”
A blazing flame streaked through the night like a meteor. A man with fiery red hair appeared before Tang Tian, his knife-cut features shrouded in red flames, icy blue eyes coldly fixed on Tang Tian.
Gu Wu and the Great Wei watching from afar instantly perked up.
“Chi Lan!” Gu Wu’s voice brimmed with excitement he could hardly contain.
The Great Wei said nothing.
Of course he recognized Chi Lan—one of the formidable warriors recruited by Gu Yongbo, his strength rivaling even his own. Especially in direct confrontation, Chi Lan was even more aggressive.
But...
For some reason, the Great Wei’s premonition grew even stronger.
Tang Tian didn’t spare Chi Lan a glance. Although the man looked impressive, Tang Tian hadn’t forgotten his original purpose: to protect Gu Xue.
“Dream on!” Tang Tian snorted coldly, vanished in a flash.
“Trying to run?” Chi Lan sneered, flames flickering as he disappeared too.
In a blink, Chi Lan, wreathed in fire, blocked Tang Tian’s path, arrogantly declaring, “Before me, Chi Lan, no one has ever escaped!”
He had every reason to be confident. His lightness skill, called Flowing Fire Intercept, was a top-tier sixth-rank technique. Its greatest strength lay in the “intercept” itself—few could rival it in blocking opponents.
Tang Tian was slightly surprised but grinned, “Idiot!”
Before finishing his words, he vanished again.
“Give up!” Chi Lan said coldly. Flames flickered as he appeared once more before Tang Tian.
He looked at Tang Tian with scorn, “You? How could you possibly shake me off?”
Tang Tian said nothing.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
A series of screams erupted behind him. Chi Lan was startled but dared not look back, eyes fixed on Tang Tian. This man was so formidable that any slight carelessness would put him at a disadvantage.
But then... Chi Lan sensed something was wrong.
Wait! Tang Tian in front of him was fading!
No! He’d been tricked!
Tang Tian’s figure grew more and more transparent, like mist. Chi Lan whipped his head around.
Behind him, chaos reigned. Ordinary warriors were cut down by Tang Tian as easily as slicing vegetables.
Chi Lan’s face turned deathly pale. Proud by nature, he had just boasted loudly and now had been played for a fool—publicly humiliated.
Having cleared the area, Tang Tian cheekily made a mocking face at Chi Lan.
He couldn’t suppress the thrill surging through him—without making that face, he just couldn’t vent the satisfaction.
Seeing Chi Lan’s expression turn from ashen to a deep purplish black filled Tang Tian with unparalleled delight. He realized it was even more satisfying than defeating all those lowly lackeys before.
“Deserve to die!” Chi Lan gritted his teeth and spat out the words.
Flames flickered as he charged at Tang Tian.
Chi Lan swore to tear this hateful fellow to shreds. In his eyes, Tang Tian had suddenly grown monstrously large. Suddenly, a sharp sense of danger surged from his core.
What was going on...
Suddenly, a square-shaped monument palm imprint appeared without warning in his vision. His speed was incredibly fast, but their proximity was too close—he couldn’t react and could only watch it rapidly grow before his eyes!
No!
He shut his eyes in terror.
Bang!
The moment of impact revealed a faintly pained expression on Tang Tian’s face. Such a fast collision with the monument palm imprint—how agonizing that must be! Tang Tian knew his monument palm imprint was far harder than ordinary rock.
Chi Lan’s entire face was embedded into the palm imprint, his body frozen mid-charge, as motionless as a statue.
“You ran right into me!” Tang Tian muttered, feigning innocence.
Interception is all about instinct. Competing against a godlike youth in instinct—how foolish can you be...
Tang Tian withdrew his true energy, and the monument palm imprint dissipated into the air. Chi Lan’s face turned an angry purple, and with a thud, he collapsed, unconscious.
Tang Tian’s eyes swept over the remaining warriors, who scattered like frightened chicks, shrieking and fleeing in all directions.
Gu Wu stood dumbfounded. The fierce battle he had anticipated had never unfolded. Chi Lan had fallen in such an unthinkable manner... it was utterly bewildering!
But the Great Wei suddenly grew excited.
Yes—that was it!
Unbelievable victory... Unbelievable foresight... Unbelievable finishing moves!
He had experienced it firsthand and felt it deeply. Chi Lan was far too arrogant, but even if he had been cautious, he would still be no match for this mysterious youth.
This mysterious youth possessed unfathomable combat skills!
Who... exactly are you? (To be continued)