I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 883: Chapter 177: The Terrifying Mental Illness

Wang Chan didn’t answer, but just sneered, drooping his head as if dozing off. Tang Luo, who could see the flow of spiritual power, naturally didn’t mind—after all, to get a prodigy of the Four Little Saints’ caliber to admit defeat, one must allow some time for mental preparation.

However, unexpectedly, when Wang Chan looked up again, he seemed like a completely different person.

Warriors have a sense of each other’s aura; put simply, once you have trained your physique to a certain level, you can tell at a glance whether someone is a physical martial arts expert or merely a pretender.

Although Tang Luo was a master of unorthodox physical techniques, thanks to his ability to see the spiritual power within a warrior’s body and his profound martial arts cultivation, he could size up most fighters accurately with just a glance.

Before bowing his head, there was no doubt Wang Chan was a top-notch Yin-Yang Master, but when he looked up again, it was still Wang Chan—yet, his expression had changed, his gaze had changed, as had his temperament and martial techniques.

This didn’t look like a grandmaster of formations well-versed in the art of concealment, but more like a frontline warrior who had returned from a hundred battles. Sensing that calmness in the face of life and death in the other’s eyes, Tang Luo asked in shock, “You are not Wang Chan, who are you!?”

Tang Luo didn’t know why he blurted out such a foolish question, but the Wang Chan who had looked up seemed to have transformed into someone else—no, into another soul. He simply couldn’t reconcile this serene and stern warrior with the elegant and composed young master from before.

What’s more horrifying, faced with such a foolish question, the Saint Child from the Wang Clan across from him seriously answered, “My name is Wang Han!”

The horror was like encountering a ghost, as a person sitting at your doorstep changes souls just by bowing and raising their head.

At this point, Tang Luo was sure that this person was definitely not Wang Chan. Although their voices and appearances were identical, one couldn’t fake things like temperament and tone of speech.

When Wang Chan spoke, his tone was filled with arrogance and disdain, as if all living beings were mere ants and the Three Thousand Floating Worlds were nothing more than a game—it was a type of invincible confidence that left a deep impression.

Yet when this Wang Chan spoke, he sounded like a general who had been through countless life-and-death experiences, as cold as the unmelting ice of Tianshan, as unbreakable as a meteorite under the earth, resembling ancient, immortal stars—there was an indescribable strength and dominance.

“This is really seeing a ghost, I’ve run into someone with a split personality!”

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Tang Luo held his forehead in great distress, feeling that the Wang Clan from the south were complete lunatics for making someone with a mental disorder their Saint Child.

Actually, he had felt something was off when he met Wang Chan the night before, because the guy had the exact same voice as the corpse monster Wang Ying he had encountered on the first night. Initially, he thought it was just a coincidence, but now, there was no need to think about it—the monster represented another personality.

While Tang Luo was silent, Wang Han gave him a thorough once-over with his cold, steely eyes, and said in a deep voice, “You are a strong fighter, worthy of dueling with me.”

A fiery will to battle burst forth from Wang Han’s eyes, like he had spotted a long-desired prey, his body surging with the desire to fight as if he had caught the scent of a battlefield strewn with weapons and horses.

Tang Luo shrugged, saying helplessly, “Alright, let’s go to Aran Mountain, so as not to disturb the townspeople.”

“I can no longer hold back!”

The gust of air expelled from within his body shattered the rafters, tables, and chairs of Piaoxiang Zhai, and Wang Han clasped his hands together, chanting incantations, “Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian!”

With each word, a seal was formed, and the Nine Techniques of Escapement flowed through him. Wang Han’s body, now with the blessing of nine divine powers, became incredibly strong, even vaguely surpassing the Buddha Son Yankong, who had several secret techniques applied to him.

But this was far from over; Wang Han’s hand seals changed once more as he solemnly declared, “The pure yang represents heaven, the murky yin the earth! I summon the Shikigami to protect me, to fortify my body!”

The Xu Clan’s Yin-Yang Masters from the southern sky, in addition to controlling ghosts and goblins, also had to cultivate their own Shikigami. This was also one of the most important offensive methods for a Yin-Yang Master, aside from divine techniques and formations. Some Yin-Yang Masters’ Shikigami were even stronger than the Yin-Yang Masters themselves.

As the Dao Child of the southern Wang Clan, Wang Chan’s Shikigami could not possibly be ordinary, and it seemed that Wang Han had made up his mind to engage in battle here.

“I am Tang Luo, all Tang Clan guards heed my command, evacuate all civilians around Piaoxiang Residence, the quicker, the better! Those with cultivation below the peak of Transcendental Mortality, do not linger in this area!”

With a voice like a tolling bell, Tang Luo issued a warning to the guards while unleashing a punch toward Wang Han, who was in the midst of summoning his Shikigami.

However, Wang Han, who had been enhanced by the escapement technique, was no ordinary opponent. Faced with Tang Luo’s thunderous punch, he could block with a raised knee while keeping his hand seals intact.

The explosive hurricane generated from the collision of fist and palm caused Piaoxiang Residence, with its centuries-old history, to collapse, and Wang Han had already completed summoning his Shikigami.

Contrary to Tang Luo’s expectations, the Shikigami summoned by Wang Han were not living creatures but two ferocious blades.

One of them was over three feet long, with an extremely elongated edge. The blade was thin and narrow, and on its surface were eighteen dark inscribed thunder patterns, equaling the count of thirty-six Heavenly Gangs, with countless azure yin thunders circulating on the blade. The hilt bore the nine-character inscription “Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian,” to suppress its ferocity.

The other was a short blade, with a crimson body and a perfectly straight edge without any curve. The blade’s pattern was enigmatic, drawing one’s gaze into an obsession as if to be devoured by an endless sea of blood.

Wang Han held the two ferocious blades, one in each hand, one upright and the other inverted, and after performing a sword salute towards Tang Luo, he said, “The long blade, Divine Thunder; the short blade, Underworld. Both are weapon spirit Shikigami. I requested the great craftsman of the Ou Clan to forge the weapon embryos with divine metal. It took ten years to complete the swords, and they have never been defeated!”

Nonsense, even an ordinary martial artist wielding weapons of this caliber would be hard to defeat, let alone two of them!

Looking at the two ferocious blades in Wang Chan’s hands, Tang Luo internally ranted. If he were to take them on with his flesh, it would be tantamount to suicide. His body, enlarged by activating the Undying Battle Body, was ill-suited for combat against Wang Han’s normal human stature. Fortunately, he had already considered what to do if he ever encountered opponents with Divine Artifacts when making his martial arts plans. Otherwise, these two ferocious blades would have driven him to a dead end.

He chose the hammer as his primary weapon mainly because Tang Luo was aware of his limited talent in physical techniques. If he were to train in hand-to-hand combat and weapons at the same time, the progress would be very slow.

The hammer, as a weapon, could well resolve the issues Tang Luo faced. First off, the great hammer could leverage his strength to the greatest extent, and secondly, hammer techniques aligned with fist techniques, meaning transferring the force of a punch to a hammer blow was not particularly difficult. Thus, the hammer became Tang Luo’s weapon of choice.

Inside his Void Stomach, he stored several hammers of astonishing weight. If he encountered ordinary opponents or Spiritual Instruments, they would suffice in any case.

But considering the terrifying pair Wang Han had pulled out, Tang Luo keenly felt that his hammers would be cleaved by Wang Han’s twin blades as easily as cutting through vegetables. The only item in his possession possible to withstand those ferocious blades was likely the Chan Staff he had obtained at the martial arts tournament.