Chapter Ninety-Nine: Pressure

Updated: May 20, 2013

It wasn’t until Erzhu crashed heavily to the ground that everyone finally snapped back to reality.

The man in black and Dayu flanked Tang Tian from left and right, pressing in from both sides. Xiao Lu held his throwing knives but did not strike immediately; instead, he waited patiently for the right moment. They had witnessed Tang Tian’s slaying of Erzhu firsthand and understood the unprecedented peril of this battle. One wrong move could mean total annihilation today.

The woman in black drew another arrow, but a cold snort from Jing Hao caused her to hesitate. He stepped forward a few paces, positioning himself exactly between her and Tang Tian.

Jing Hao’s gaze locked onto her. That arrow had been his mistake; he had only focused on blocking the woman in black’s retreat, failing to realize that though she was no match for him, she posed a deadly threat to Tang Tian. Such an error was humiliating enough once; to repeat it would mean he was no longer Jing Hao.

The woman in black felt her heart sink. Jing Hao’s swordsmanship was so formidable that he easily deflected her arrows. Were it not for her superior agility, she would have been defeated by now. The remaining two arrows likely wouldn’t yield such a perfect opportunity again.

As for the three men...

She shook her head silently; she wasn’t optimistic.

The heir of the Ghost Claw Cult was not an easy opponent. Moreover, Tang Tian’s combat prowess was remarkably fierce—so much so that even she could not guarantee victory. But what impressed her most was Tang Tian’s ruthless, ferocious fighting style—something even Jing Hao could not compare with.

This young man before her was a typical battle maniac, seemingly born for combat. Yet... where on earth had he come from?

She had always been confident in her intelligence network, but she had never heard of such a figure within the Bright Martial Assembly.

Today’s trouble was serious.

Sure enough, the course of the battle unfolded almost exactly as she predicted: the three men’s encirclement was still held at bay by Tang Tian alone.

Tang Tian’s fierce style was displayed to its fullest. His attack speed was astonishing, his reactions flawless. Though his martial techniques were not advanced, the seamless transitions between moves were incredible—always precise, always perfect.

The woman in black watched in growing dread.

She did not realize that she was not the only one alarmed; Jing Hao, standing nearby, was equally on edge.

It seemed that in the future, sparring with this fellow would require extreme caution... absolutely must not let him lose control...

Tang Tian was completely absorbed in the fight, showing no fear of the shadows of clubs and palm strikes before him. However, the minor injury he sustained earlier had a considerable effect; whenever he pushed his internal energy too hard, his meridians felt as if they were being cut by knives. Meanwhile, his two opponents remained cautious and defensive, and with Xiao Lu’s elusive throwing knives, Tang Tian found it difficult to break through swiftly.

This frustration burned within him.

The bitter experience in the Eighteen Bronze Men Chamber had left him choked with anger, and the death of the bald man weighed heavily on his heart. Tang Tian was never one to keep a calm temper, and struggling for so long against two turtle-shell-like foes only intensified his fury.

Just moments ago, he had vowed to avenge the departed spirit of the bald man.

Fury ignited, Tang Tian resolved to drag the fight out. Let’s see who could outlast whom.

He began to conserve his internal energy, relying more on sheer physical strength. Tang Tian’s robust physique was the real reason he excelled in prolonged battles. By holding back his energy release, consumption plummeted, and the opponents’ energy could not penetrate his defenses or invade his meridians.

His offensive showed no signs of slowing—in fact, it quickened.

Crack! Crack!

The sharp sounds of battle shifted from dull to crisp.

Suddenly, the woman in black’s eyes lit up; she realized Tang Tian’s internal energy was nearly depleted. Clever as she was, she quickly grasped the secret: a fourth-stage dantian was far smaller than a fifth-stage one. As the fight prolonged, Tang Tian’s thin energy reserves would be fully exposed.

This was the true chance to seize victory.

But...

She glanced at Jing Hao, who bore a cold sneer.

Could it be that this man had some secret move?

Her heart skipped a beat. Yet even after a while, Tang Tian still showed no sign of unleashing a hidden attack. Her suspicion deepened—surely Jing Hao wasn’t so blind as to miss Tang Tian’s predicament?

Why was Jing Hao so calm?

Time slipped by, yet the feared secret move never appeared.

Wait...

Suddenly, the woman in black’s gaze sharpened. Why hadn’t this fellow fallen yet?

She looked closer—and was stunned beyond belief.

The crushing palm strike from the man in black and Dayu’s club shadows had dimmed, their light extinguished. It was obvious at a glance they had reached their limits. Xiao Lu’s throwing knives had also lost their luster; both their frequency of attacks and speed dropped sharply.

In contrast, Tang Tian remained vigorous and lively, his assault still like a raging storm. The sound of each solid blow struck fear into the heart. As their strengths waned, Tang Tian surged ahead again. The other two were not merely defensive—they were teetering on the brink.

How... how was this possible?

The woman in black stared dumbfounded at the lively figure still fighting with no sign of fatigue—twenty minutes had passed, yet he maintained such a high tempo.

Was he not tired?

Did this man not know exhaustion?

The scene defied all her knowledge. Even if Tang Tian’s internal energy was profound and mature, even if he had reached the fifth or sixth stage at such a young age, she would not have been so shocked. What she saw was someone who, by sheer physical strength alone, had dragged down one opponent a stage above him and two at his level...

What kind of body was that?

Even beasts would be mortified to death...

Wait!

A sudden flash of insight struck the woman in black’s mind—two words escaped involuntarily: Bloodline!

Only an extraordinary bloodline could empower a body to such an extreme.

Her gaze shifted to Tang Tian, now burning with greed and passion. Of course! How had she not thought of it sooner? Such inhuman strength could only come from the power of bloodline.

Bloodline!

Her eyes filled with desire. In the Black Soul Clan, a powerful bloodline was worth more than any treasure. If she could obtain such a bloodline, she believed she could achieve anything she wished.

However, the other party belonged to the Bright Martial Assembly—this would require careful planning.

The woman in black’s mind raced swiftly.

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