I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 884: Chapter 178: The Battle of the Physical Arts Grandmaster

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It was as if he nonchalantly glanced towards the sky, Tang Luo sighed and said, “Sometimes I really envy you guys who were born into extraordinary circumstances, casually pulling out Divine Artifacts with incredible origins. Luckily, I’ve also prepared a little something.”

“Thud.”

From the Void Stomach, Tang Luo spat out a golden Zen staff and said indifferently to Wang Han, “This is an earth-ranked Spiritual Weapon, the Great Dao Thunder Chanting Staff, a prize from the twentieth Longzhou Youth Martial Arts Competition. I don’t even know what material it’s made of, I only know it’s incredibly heavy, and when Spiritual Power is channeled into it, it will produce thundering chants. Please take it!”

As Tang Luo drew out the Great Dao Thunder Chanting Staff, the clash between the two body art masters officially began. It was like the arrival of an apocalyptic storm, everything around the Fragrance Pavilion was eradicated—whether it be the ground, the buildings, or life itself—all were shattered by the power dispersed in their fight, and large swaths of buildings started to collapse.

The heavy Great Dao Thunder Chanting Staff seemed weightless in Tang Luo’s hands. He wielded the staff with his cloak-boxing technique incorporated into spear and stick movements, making it airtight. Countless waves of thunderous chants, like a tsunami storm, shook the space as if it couldn’t withstand the divine force. Even the million-year-old Aran Sacred Mountain began to crumble and sink.

Facing the crazed staff technique and the endless thundering Zen impacts, Wang Han’s fighting spirit surged even higher, and the excitement in his eyes grew uncontrollable. Instead of retreating, he advanced. Holding blades in both hands, he carved a path of demonic ferocity out of the myriad thunder chants, like a sea of blood torn from the Heavenly Dao, and charged right up to Tang Luo.

In close combat, although Wang Han was enhanced by nine secret techniques, his physique was still slightly inferior to Tang Luo’s. So, facing Wang Han, who dared to approach, Tang Luo’s arms, which extended past his knees, bulged with veins as he lifted the Great Dao Thunder Chanting Staff and chopped down fiercely. His dragon-like vitality surged as he added three more layers of force to the thundering impacts, making his strike unstoppable.

Facing the fierce attack, Wang Han did not dodge or avoid. He crossed his twin blades and, going against the force, raised them to block the staff.

When the Divine Weapons clashed, the two ferocious blades erupted with divine might. The short blade turned into a sea of blood, and the long knife dispersed into endless Divine Thunder. The Blood Fiend tainted the residual thunder breath and swallowed nine-tenths of the force, with the remaining tenth absorbed by the nine Dunjia secrets circling Wang Han.

And through the sea of blood, the Divine Thunder began to attack Tang Luo.

Divine Thunder clad his body, and in an instant, the explosive thunder plunged the world into darkness, leaving only the bright light surrounding Tang Luo and the roaring thunder. The thunder followed his pores, seeking to attack his organs. Fortunately, the Void Dual Wheels and Yin-Yang Grinding stopped it, preserving his organs, but his skin was not so lucky. The extreme heat left Tang Luo charred black, most of his blood evaporated, his clothes burned to nothing from head to toe, even his hair and beard completely vanished, leaving him resembling a shrunken piece of charcoal.

The numbness, accompanied by the extreme heat, made Tang Luo feel as if he was being roasted by billions of degrees of flame, a pain so excruciating that it was unbearable.

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Such severe injuries would be fatal even in the Fierce Realm for an average person, but Tang Luo’s astonishingly vigorous life force was strong. Wang Han knew that the Divine Thunder couldn’t kill Tang Luo in one strike. But now, with the short blade blocking the staff and the long knife as Divine Thunder attacking the body, Wang Han was left to continue the attack by himself.

He leaped forward like a monkey, with boiling Spiritual Power converging on his fists. The various burstings forces roared within Wang Han’s body, producing sounds like tigers and leopards. Seizing this perfect opportunity, while Divine Thunder paralyzed him, he aimed straight for Tang Luo’s head to finish the job.

Mid-punch, however, he was stopped by a charred leg, stiff as charcoal, kicking squarely in his abdomen. Three types of savage forces exploded through him, and he was kicked away, flying through a dozen or so houses before the Dunjia Nine Secrets barely managed to dissipate the force.

Lacking the guidance of their master’s Spiritual Power, the Divine Thunder and the underworld’s twin Shikigami returned to their weapon embryos and chased after Wang Han, who was ejected a hundred yards away, before reforming into twin blades and falling in front of him.

After kicking Wang Han away, Tang Luo leaned on the staff and hurriedly regulated his breathing. His physical body had suffered extreme damage due to the Divine Thunder attack, and the vast evaporation of his blood left his body weaker than ever before.

Luckily, Tang Luo had long prepared in his Void Stomach for such an eventuality; as an ordinary master of physical techniques who had not awakened the Undying Bloodline, he knew that one day he would have to deal with severe injuries and excessive blood loss.

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He had long since filled the No. 1 Void Stomach with vast quantities of refined salt and spirit spring.

The human body’s blood plasma is mainly composed through the digestion and absorption of water and salt, and Tang Luo’s rate of energy conversion was dozens of times that of others. With a large amount of salt and water drawn from the Void Stomach and injected into his body, his Innate Qi and internal organs began blood formation and healing.

“Glug, glug.”

That was the sound of refined salt mixed with spirit spring turning into blood plasma in his body. In a little while, Tang Luo would be back to his original state. However, Wang Han did not grant him that time.

The triple force was weakened layer by layer by the Dunjia Nine Secrets, and the injuries that actually erupted inside Wang Han’s body were pitifully minor. Otherwise, with Tang Luo’s proficiency in physical techniques, Wang Han would have been directly blown into a blood mist filling the sky.

Wang Han, slightly injured, still wielded two cold, gleaming weapons, sweeping toward Tang Luo like a hawk gliding close to the ground.

Tang Luo shattered the charred dead skin with his Innate Qi, then, completely naked, he picked up the Thunder Sound Zen Staff and swung it down on Wang Han’s head. He did not believe that the attacks, which turned the weapon spirits into Divine Thunder and a sea of blood, were without limitations.

But this time, Tang Luo was cautious, holding a shot of Innate Qi Arrow in his mouth for the worst-case scenario where he still had a chance to counterattack.

The Great Dao Thunder Chanting Staff clashed once again with Divine Thunder and the underworld, and the overwhelming force hammered Wang Chan into the ground. Yet before Tang Luo could spit out the Divine Sword to chase him, a surge of blood from beneath the ground blasted him into the sky, where a lightning bolt of a deep blue color struck his back from clouds that had gathered unnoticed, ripping a huge hole through him.

From within the pit, a blazing light shot upward, and the blades of Divine Thunder and the underworld were both aimed at Tang Luo’s throat.

Tang Luo, severely injured yet expressionless, watched as the approaching Wang Han drew closer and then hurled the Zen Staff in his hand, with countless Thunder Sound Zen vibrations wildly dancing in mid-air.

When a master of physical techniques threw his weapon, it meant he had reached the end of his rope. Wang Han, slashing the short blade of the underworld, shattered the Zen vibrations that came too close and dragged Divine Thunder behind him, aiming to deal the fatal blow to Tang Luo.

The distance between the two men was closing rapidly, thirty feet… twenty-five feet… fifteen feet.

Mr. Xu, who had been watching the battle from afar, could no longer restrain himself upon seeing the pitiful state of Tang Luo, and with the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Divine Sword in hand, he moved to offer support.

To anyone’s eyes, the pride of the Tang Clan, corrupted by the Blood Fiend’s spring to the point where only leg bones remained, with a huge hole blasted in his back by heavenly lightning, was already defeated.

The distance between the two men was closing rapidly, with a bloodthirsty delight flashing in Wang Han’s eyes, the joy of overcoming a strong foe, and the pride of the victor.

That was until he was pierced through the chest by the three-colored Innate Divine Sword spat out by Tang Luo, and pinned to the sky.