I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 885: Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Nine: Warlike

Tang Luo looked down at Wang Han, who had a large hole in his chest, and said indifferently, “Let’s call this battle a draw. What do you think, Young Master Wang?”

The aura arrows, constructed from the gold and earth Two Ambiguity Innate Qi, absolutely had no way to cleanly and neatly penetrate Wang Han’s protective Dunjia Nine Secrets. So, when Tang Luo was again sent soaring into the sky by the blood spring, despite noticing the descending Divine Thunder, he did not dodge using Ghost Shadow Step. He did this to lure the Heavenly Thunder into his body, enhancing the power of the Divine Sword. From the looks of it, he had bet correctly.

The fact that his Dunjia Nine Secrets had been broken was clearly a scenario Wang Han had not anticipated and he was thus fiercely startled by it.

Not just him, even the elderly Xu, who came to aid with his sword, was frozen in place, uncertain whether to advance or retreat.

The battle had changed too quickly, and it was unexpected that Tang Luo could turn the tables with a single strike from such a disadvantageous position.

Wang Han was even more surprised that his opponent, even after being struck into the sky by the blood spring, split open by lightning, and with his last throw of the staff being just to make Wang Han let his guard down, the real killing move turned out to be on this strike from the Innate Divine Sword.

Whether it was his legs’ flesh being corroded by the Earth Fiend Blood Spring or his back being split by the thunder, he did not make a sound, all for the sake of this game-changing strike.

It was truly spectacular, starkly different from those so-called prodigies from the sacred lands.

Wang Han’s body trembled, not out of anger or due to the severity of his injuries, but rather from a heartfelt joy and excitement.

With such a fine opponent, such a thrilling contest, how could it end so quickly?

He lowered his head, glanced at the charred hole in his chest and the shattered lungs, cracked a smile, and once again rose into the air.

“Kill!!!”

Wang Han, despite his injuries, was enveloped in a fearsome aura of killing intent. The short blade in his hand seemed to resonate with its master’s will to fight, humming continuously, while thunder rumbled ominously within the clouds above, as if brewing something terrifying.

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The real battle had just begun!

Tang Luo, aloft in mid-air, seeing Wang Han still refusing to give up despite the gaping hole in his chest, had no choice but to activate the Undying Battle Body.

He had originally intended to keep a low profile since this was his own Lanshan City, not wanting to cause too much commotion. But seeing Wang Han’s resolution, it was clear that the latter would not simply admit defeat. And now, with only the bones of his legs left and a large hole in his back, and without a weapon in hand, he would explode on the spot if he faced the murderous Wang Han.

A silver-gray giant appeared between heaven and earth, raising its totem-like massive arms to smash down on the ascending Wang Han. Faced with a fist half the size of a human, Wang Han wisely chose not to collide head-on. Instead, he turned into a streak of flowing cloud, drifting away with the punch wind.

At the same time Tang Luo attacked Wang Han, the Divine Thunder brewing within the clouds was already fully formed, and the huge body of the giant was the perfect target for it.

Wang Han, having drifted away, cracked a smile and, raising the Divine Thunder long blade, slashed at the giant through the void. The thunder within the clouds seemed beckoned by this call, descending upon the world.

Only Xu, standing to the side, saw clearly that the thirty-six runes originally enshrined on the Divine Thunder long blade were now gone without a trace, and even the dark lightning that once flowed along its edge had dissipated. This clearly indicated that the thunder in the clouds was no trivial matter, not to be faced head-on.

And the trouble lay in Tang Luo’s current giant form. If it had been an ordinary martial artist with exquisite movement skills, they might have been struck by two or three out of the thirty-six thunders at most. But with the giant body, it would have to endure all thirty-six thunder strikes full force, each one a top-tier, fierce, Profound-class Spirit Art. Thirty-six strikes meant thirty-six Fierce Realm experts striking all at once, and what’s more, they were thunder strikes, a form of superior Spiritual Power known for its dominance.

Therefore, Elder Xu Ying shouted, “You can’t take the Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder head-on, dodge quickly!”

But such a reminder was hardly necessary. If he didn’t transform into a giant, he would be slain by Wang Han wielding dual blades. On the contrary, there was a way to withstand the skyful of Divine Thunder for a while.

Because the giant’s body couldn’t be nimbly controlled by spiritual power and needed the Xuanwu Faziang as a mount, this time, Tang Luo didn’t summon the Dharma Aspect beneath him but above the giant’s head.

In the northern heavens, among the stars stand the seven constellations: the Dipper, the Ox, the Girl, Emptiness, Danger, the Room, and the Wall; Xuanwu is the deity formed by the accumulation of Kan water, a sacred beast that is a turtle and snake as one.

The shell has an upper and lower side, also divided into Yin and Yang—the belly of the tortoise represents the eight trigrams of the universe, while the tortoise shell is inscribed with the Book of Prophecy. Although the Xuanwu Faziang is somewhat weaker in terms of offense, when it comes to defense, Xuanwu is hailed as the holy of holies.

When the skyful of Divine Thunder descended, the Xuanwu Faziang stood right above the silver-gray giant, with the Book of Prophecy flickering in dusky blue light, condensing into a curtain of light, in an attempt to block the Divine Thunder.

But just like Elder Xu Ying said, the Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder, by legend, was used by the heavens to judge and punish deities—how could Xuanwu possibly hold against it?

The Xuanwu Faziang, under the Divine Thunder, didn’t last even a moment before it evaporated into mist. Yet it still failed to stop it all—three bolts of Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder struck directly at the giant’s crown.

To defeat a strong opponent, it might take thousands of moves, but it only takes one strike to decide the battle. Three bolts of Divine Thunder, enough to shatter the body of any warrior from Fierce Realm, even Tang Luo’s fourth-grade Xuanwu body couldn’t handle it!

But the Innate Yin-Yang Grinder could. The silver-gray giant raised both hands high, holding up the grinding plate formed by the two Qi of Yin and Yang above his head. The three bolts of Divine Thunder, originally poised to strike Tang Luo, were all swept into the swirl of the two Qi.

Divine Thunder itself was a type of energy combining Yin and Yang. Even the Innate Yin-Yang Grinder couldn’t extinguish it quickly, but Tang Luo’s intention in doing this wasn’t just to swallow the thunder.

In his life as a martial cultivator, the battle with Wang Han had been his most injurious to date, where he was mostly on the defensive, except for a single use of the Innate Divine Sword.

But he was really curious—those who released such formidable Spirit Arts, could they themselves withstand their own attack?

The giant’s mountain-moving force burst forth, but simply twisting the Innate Yin-Yang Grinding Mill’s direction was as difficult as moving a mountain.

With the mouth of the grinding plate pointed toward the distant Wang Han, Tang Luo stopped the bicolor swirl of the Innate Yin-Yang Grinding Mill, and the three bolts of Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder, breaking free from their restraints, roared back towards their original master!

Spirit Arts released do not discriminate between friend and foe. Wang Han hadn’t expected Tang Luo to have such a method of leveraging force against force. Faced with the three bolts of Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder, he raised his short blade to the underworld, creating a blood curtain to obscure his figure.

The three bolts of Divine Thunder exploded against the blood curtain, spreading blood mist into the air and then dissipating, leaving Wang Han, hidden behind the curtain, completely unharmed.

And Tang Luo, transformed into the silver-gray giant in the distance, would not bet everything on the three bolts of Divine Thunder. Almost simultaneously with the thunder’s roar, he forcibly stabilized his plummeting form. Despite the strain on the giant’s body, he used the Ghost Step to close the gap for an attack.

The two totemic, sturdy arms of the giant, like swatters, clapped at the blood curtain from both sides, intent on squashing both the shield and the Wang Han within into a patty.

Sensing danger, the Shikigami of the underworld instantly expanded the blood curtain to its limit, hoping to buy its master a sliver of time. However, under Tang Luo’s immense strength, it was a futile effort.

“Smack!”