Chapter 312 - 248: Saintess: I’ll Just Stay at Tang Wen’s Place Tonight

Chapter 312: Chapter 248: Saintess: I’ll Just Stay at Tang Wen’s Place Tonight

"Tang Wen disappeared?"

"What kind of technique is this? The Dark Invisibility Skill?"

"I’m a Sixth Grade from the Dark Division. I’ve never heard of any Dark Department Technique that includes an Invisibility Technique. Even if one existed, shouldn’t it only work at night?"

There was no need to look up. Sunlight was already shining on everyone’s faces.

It was broad daylight.

The White Tiger phantom and the Nine-Story Demon Tower vanished together.

The scene grew quiet.

The commotion from their fight had never been particularly loud. The few clouds of yellow sand they had kicked up now settled like falling rain.

A gentle breeze blew as the White Tiger Saintess, blade in hand, scanned her surroundings. The area was empty.

Tang Wen had vanished into thin air.

What?

’Could it be some kind of Blinding Technique?’ she wondered, recalling the Spiritual Power Tang Wen had displayed.

The Saintess manipulated the wind to rise, her body slowly ascending into mid-air to look down.

The earth was cracked, the trees withered and yellow.

Near and far, there was nothing on the ground but sand, stones, and barren hills.

The spot below where they had fought was a wide-open space, without so much as a large rock. It was impossible to hide there.

There were no unusual tracks on the ground, not a single sign of him burrowing into the earth.

The White Tiger Saintess’s Heavy Pupils appeared once more as her Spiritual Power scanned the area, covering a radius of over a thousand meters.

Tang Wen sensed something and remained completely still, focusing all his energy on maintaining his Stealth Technique.

Combined with the Moon Traveling Clothes, he cast no shadow on the ground and left no trace when he landed.

The strength of Saintess Hu Lan was far beyond that of an ordinary Sixth Grade.

Given the profound heritage of the White Tiger Race, there was no telling how many trump cards or Profound Techniques she had yet to reveal.

Winning was hopeless.

But it wouldn’t be easy for her to break through his Invisibility, either.

"Your hiding ability is very special!"

Her cold, clear voice echoed across the wilderness.

Tang Wen wasn’t far from her. After a moment of thought, he replied in a strangely ethereal voice, "I’m here in the wilderness. I won’t go far."

’Found you!’

Hu Lan’s Heavy Pupils flickered as she unleashed continuous waves of Mental Suppression toward the area the voice had come from.

But the surging Spiritual Power was like a stone sinking into the ocean—it vanished without a trace.

’It’s not a Blinding Technique?’

Generally speaking, a Blinding Technique would be easily broken by external force.

Whether it was Spiritual Power, a sword, or a Fist Gang, any of them could easily dispel it.

Or perhaps...?

’Can he still move quickly while in this invisible state?’

Hu Lan’s eyes returned to their natural state as a massive White Tiger phantom materialized behind her. Her red lips parted slightly. "ROAR!"

The White Tiger’s Roar, shaking the very hills!

The immense roar transformed into rolling shockwaves that spread out in layers, sending sand and stones flying.

Fine sand and broken stones shot out in all directions.

Hu Lan observed carefully. A person couldn’t just vanish from thin air.

Even if she couldn’t see him, the falling sand and stones should reveal his position when they landed on him.

Yet, there was nothing.

The spectators were also greatly intrigued.

Patriarch Chen asked, "Old Shui, what is this ability? A new Dark Profound Technique, or a Spiritual Secret Technique?"

All the Fifth-Grade experts turned to look at him at once.

Shui Qianjun’s mouth twitched. ’You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?’

But no one would believe him if he said that out loud.

The eyes of the crowd flickered. They all felt this technique was far too strange and difficult to defend against.

It was one thing for Tang Wen, an Extraordinary, to have this skill. But if a Fifth-Grade Powerhouse could do the same and take up assassination, which family could possibly withstand it?

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Shui Qianjun pointed to the arena. "The Saintess is making her move."

Hu Lan pointed her long saber diagonally toward the sky and began to spin, her body and blade becoming one.

Wind Division—Wind-Rolled Ruins!

Blade and wielder as one, in an instant she swept up countless bits of sand and stone, forming what looked like a natural disaster often seen in the wilderness—a tornado!

’So you think you can hide?’

’Then I’ll just force you out with an area-of-effect attack!’

Tang Wen had seen the move Wind-Rolled Ruins before.

However, when Hu Lan executed it, the difference between her version and the one he’d seen before was like heaven and earth.

Faced with such terrifying power, he suppressed the urge to run.

The tornado grew larger and larger. Boulders the size of millstones were drawn in, rumbling as they rolled across the ground before being lifted into the air and flung away by the Wind Force!

The hidden Tang Wen was like a slender willow in a gale, constantly swaying with the wind.

The force of the wind accumulated, growing stronger and stronger.

Outside the field, the spectators were each shaken in their own way.

Against this one move, even a thousand-man troop of Martial Artists would likely be slaughtered in vain.

An ordinary Extraordinary wouldn’t even be able to escape.

The various experts frowned, wracking their brains for a way to counter it.

Tang Wen’s legs seemed to have grown roots as he walked steadily upon the ground.

Using the roar of the tornado as cover, he called out another reminder, "I haven’t gone far, you know. I’m right here within the tornado’s range."

The sound of the wind made his voice seem to drift and shift.

In truth, this sentence wasn’t just for Hu Lan’s ears, but for all the major and minor powers of Ganshan City to hear as well.

Strictly speaking, this duel with the White Tiger Saintess was supposed to be a ring match.

There should be a boundary.

Otherwise, one could simply send a few people with high speed and nimble Body Techniques to face the Saintess, only to turn and flee immediately.

In a chase, they could at least last a few moves.

But that would be a great loss of face.

A duel between two parties isn’t a game of cat and mouse.

Hu Lan couldn’t pinpoint the source of the voice.

She focused wholeheartedly on expanding the might of Wind-Rolled Ruins until it could grow no further! Even people ten miles away could clearly see the tornado she had become.

SWISH!

Under her control, the tornado began to move, and it wasn’t slow.

A flash of gold was mixed in with the wind—it was the long saber in Hu Lan’s hand!

Tang Wen quickly moved to the rear of the tornado, following it from a safe distance. As it advanced, so did he.

The Saintess was no fool. Her path of movement was erratic and unpredictable—suddenly east, suddenly west, then left, then right, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Tang Wen didn’t dare to relax. He constantly maintained a certain distance from her, matching her movement frequency, and always stayed within a range where he could withstand the wind’s force as he followed her.

Only by doing so could he continue to contend with her without revealing a single trace.

Otherwise, his only option against such a powerful attack would be to flee.

After following her for a full circle, he suddenly realized something was wrong.