Chapter 311 - 247: Tang Wen Takes the Stage

Chapter 311: Chapter 247: Tang Wen Takes the Stage

The spectators all had sharp senses, so hearing the pair’s conversation left a sour taste in their mouths.

None of those who had fought earlier had escaped injury.

They were screaming in their hearts: ’Holy Daughter, you weren’t nearly this gentle with us!’

Saintess Hu Lan truly treated Tang Wen differently than she did others.

The impression Tang Wen gave her was unique. Within the White Tiger Tribe, everyone was her subordinate.

She had no friends.

The eyes of everyone she met from Ganshan City today were filled with fawning and respect.

Only Tang Wen made her feel like an equal.

If Tang Wen knew what she was thinking, he would give her a thumbs-up and say her intuition was spot on. Ganshan City was their home and their business.

It was built up over several generations.

Not to mention all the blood and sweat that had been poured into it.

Of course they had to suck up to the White Tiger Saintess.

’But I’m an outsider, an undercover agent. If this place gets destroyed and I can’t make a living here, worst case, I’ll just grab a few girls and skip town!’

’In short, there’s no way I’m sucking up to anyone.’

’With my system (crossed out)—with my Talent—even though you’re a high-and-mighty Saintess, sooner or later I’ll have you pinned beneath me!’

Patriarch Chen slumped unceremoniously into his chair and sent a voice transmission to Shui Qianjun beside him: "Old Shui! I’m sorry for making such a scene all day."

Shui Qianjun sneered. "An apology with empty words? And sent via private transmission, no less."

"You want me to buy you a drink? What’s all this about private or not? I have my pride, you know."

"Heh." Shui Qianjun turned his attention to the arena, ignoring him.

Patriarch Chen continued, "The Saintess is impartial; she won’t go easy on him. Your disciple won’t withstand a single blow. Old Stone managed to take two. He only lost on the third."

He continued to ramble.

In the distance, the Saintess instantly crossed the space between them, her blade flashing.

Tang Wen’s eyes were half-closed, his body swaying gently in the wind.

SWISH!

Just as before, the Saintess closed the distance and raised her Golden Blade.

Too fast!

There wasn’t even the sound of wind.

It seemed even the wind couldn’t react in time.

A speed that induced despair.

With the blade right before him, Tang Wen’s eyes snapped open!

Their eyes met. A ripple of emotion disturbed the calm gaze of Saintess Hu Lan.

But Tang Wen’s eyes had turned a ghastly white.

A Spiritual Secret Technique—Spiritual Whip!

In his Sea of Consciousness, thirty-two Ancient Characters took form.

His Spiritual Power surged like a reversed river, rapidly converging into a whip that cracked without a sound, striking like thunder!

The Saintess was puzzled. ’He’s Seventh Grade, and I’m Sixth Grade.’

’Even setting aside our inherited secret techniques, my Spiritual Power should naturally be stronger than his.’

’What could a Spiritual Secret Technique possibly—’

CRACK!

The Saintess’s blade slowed for an instant but still came down. Though she couldn’t put her full strength into it, the strike was as fast as lightning.

CLANG!

In that brief instant, Tang Wen’s Tiger Head Gold-Inlaid Blade, wreathed in Sword Gang, slammed into her weapon.

Tang Wen’s expression changed. Even though his opponent had been stunned for a moment, he hadn’t dared to be careless with his upward slash, putting sixty percent of his strength behind it.

And yet, he had only barely managed to block her blade!

After all, Tang Wen was a daredevil practitioner, a cultivation maniac who refined his body by directly consuming Blood Marrow!

Even after being hit by a Spiritual Secret Technique and making a hasty strike, her blade was still that powerful.

Saintess Hu Lan snapped back to her senses the moment their blades clashed.

’Young Master Tang isn’t old, yet his Spiritual Power is so strong!’

’Good. Now I don’t have to worry about injuring him!’

Surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes. They turned a shade of amber, like those of a ferocious, cold Tiger King, and then transformed again. A second pupil appeared in each eye—a Spiritual Secret Technique: White Tiger Heavy Pupils!

Intimidation! Dominating pressure!

Tang Wen took the full brunt of the secret technique’s impact. His mind went blank, and he almost lost control on the spot.

Fortunately, the fact that his Spiritual Power had reached the Great Success stage was not just for show.

All thirty-seven of his spiritual characters flared at once. The first thirty-six, pure black in color, faintly formed a web—an ethereal shield that met the attack head-on.

Tang Wen was unaffected, but the flash of her blade was already upon him.

Startled but not panicked, he used the same trick again: Spiritual Whip.

This time, he didn’t dare hold back as much. Thirty-six pictographic characters formed a complete circuit.

His Spiritual Power morphed into a long whip of thunder!

CRACK!

An explosion sounded in Saintess Hu Lan’s Sea of Consciousness.

Her Heavy Pupils dissipated, her eyes reverting to their amber hue.

Tang Wen sighed inwardly. ’As expected, she has a Spiritual Secret Technique for defense!’

Still, the attack had an effect; the hand she used to grip her blade slowed by a fraction.

Tang Wen’s Sword Gang slashed toward her neck. She pulled her blade back to defend, and their Sword Gangs collided, unleashing a blast of Qi Force.

Suddenly, he felt his body tighten.

Wind Binding.

Saintess Hu Lan had regained her composure.

At almost the same moment, she snapped her head up—a black, nine-story tower was bearing down on her!

They had the same idea.

Tang Wen had used eighty percent of his Spiritual Power.

Only the last spiritual character had not lit up.

"Night Divine Fist—Dark Binding!"

"The Nine-Story Demon Tower?! Is that the kind of Spiritual Power an Extraordinary can possess?"

In the distance, the ones who had cried out in alarm were Patriarch Chen and Shi Lei of the Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall.

The two of them simultaneously looked at Shui Qianjun.

They had sparred in private quite a bit.

They had suffered at the hands of this very move before.

Shui Qianjun’s face remained impassive, but a tempest was raging in his heart.

Sensing the gazes of his two old friends, it took all of his self-control to keep his expression from changing.

He raised his teacup. The tea within had just been poured and was scalding hot, yet he drank it down in one gulp.

A burning pain!

"My disciple is a genius. I told him to hide his true strength on purpose."

"I see." Patriarch Chen’s eyes were still filled with doubt, but he acted as if he understood. ’Tang Wen reached the Extraordinary realm long ago, and Shui Qianjun just kept it a secret.’

"Damn! You sly old dog, you’re as devious as ever. You made your disciple hide his strength so well," Shi Lei said, having arrived at the same conclusion.

Even Shui Yun, who was standing to the side, showed a look of sudden realization.

Only Shui Qianjun’s mind was reeling. ’What’s going on? What in the world is happening? How can that kid’s Spiritual Power be this strong?!’

During their brief exchange, the situation in the arena changed once more.

Saintess Hu Lan had an endless arsenal of techniques. Seeing her Wind Binding broken, a golden wind erupted from her body, weaving itself into a suit of golden Armor.

The Wind Division’s defensive Profound Technique—Golden Wind Secret Armor!

A massive phantom of a White Tiger rose up behind her and shot toward the sky, pouncing directly at the Nine-Story Demon Tower!

"ROAR!"

A silent shockwave shook the heavens and the earth.

The distant spectators heard nothing, but everyone below the Sixth Grade was suddenly struck by ringing ears and blurred vision.

Two slashes of Sword Gang struck the Golden Wind Secret Armor. The armor flashed with golden light, but was completely unscathed.

’High damage, incredible speed, immense power, and impenetrable defense!’

’How am I supposed to fight this without revealing my full strength?’

RIP!

The backlash of Qi Force shredded his black outer robe to pieces, revealing the Moon Traveling Clothes he wore underneath.

His Expert-level Stealth Skill activated, enveloping his entire body.

The crowd was in an uproar!

Tang Wen had vanished into thin air.