I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter Three Hundred Eighty-Six: Morale

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“Elder Tang speaks truly.” Tang Bin smiled and nodded, seemingly in agreement with Tang Gaomin’s words.

For them, only martial artists nurtured by their own clan could be trusted. Whether it was wandering martial artists gathered from outside or captive battle slaves, all needed to pass strict tests to gain their trust, which Gong Zheng evidently hadn’ t reached.

Seeing that the two of them had reached an agreement, Tang Zhi didn’t wish to express more opinions and suggested: “Let’s continue discussing our evacuation plan.”

“Hold on, Clan Leader.” But sometimes you might not want to talk, yet couldn’t prevent others from showing interest. Sensing Tang Zhi’s tone, Tang Gaomin’s interest was piqued: “What’s your take on this matter? If it were you, would you treat Gong Zheng or replace him?”

Faced with their curiosity, Tang Zhi gave a wry smile, but still easily answered: “In ordinary circumstances, I would also agree with the Sixth Elder’s actions.” “And now?”

“War is imminent, and morale is paramount. If thirty million can buy a soldier to fight with their life, Tang Luo has done very well.”

At Tang Zhi’s words, both of them startled. Tang Gaomin thought about the proud and invigorated warriors he just saw in the medical clinic and seemed thoughtful.

August 1st, Jianglin.

As the biggest spectacle of the year, the duelling invitation between Xiao Zheng and Michu over a painting had already been listed by the people of Xiling as an event not to be missed. On this day, virtually all of the town’s young masters brought their families to the mountains around Jianglin. Even though a big battle had recently turned the valley into an abyss, it did not dampen their enthusiasm. Jianglin’s trees were filled with people, everyone craning their necks to get a good view of an exciting event.

The city’s arena could not compare to a duel in Jianglin. This was a battlefield with genuine weapons and spilled blood – for those who’ve lived a good life, sometimes they wish for sexcitement. It’s just as it is in the world.

The sight of the three formidable fighters standing behind Xiao Zheng excited the crowd to the point of raging heartbeats.

If, before Xu Laoying’s dominance of Xiling, people only knew the difference between the summit of the Mortal Realm and the unity of spirit and intent, then after his departure, the understanding of martial arts by the people of Xiling had been elevated to a higher level.

They had understood that, although they were at the peak of the Mortal Realm, the difference in combat power could be immense. Fortunately, after the arena’s examination, they had found out which peakers of the Mortal Realm in Xiling wielded true strength and which were just seeking to bolster their own reputation.

The titles of Thousand-Swords Fighter and Hundred-Swords Fighter were their recognitions of those with true strength. This kind of crude ranking system may be rough, but it stands up well under examination.

Up until now, no one has challenged a Thousand-Swords Fighter but a few Hundred-Swords Fighters had accepted countless challenges within just a month. Many people wanted to make their nby defeating them.

Not only the peakers of the Mortal Realm who didn’t participate in the arena but also the hundred or so Nine-Swords Fighters launched bold challenges toward the four Hundred-Swords Fighters. The reason was simple. They were also losers, then why did their titles sound ten times stronger than theirs?

So let’s have a fight and see if they really deserve their titles that are supposedly ten times better than ours.

The peak of the Mortal Realm, with the unity of spirit and intent, challenging each other becthe heart of last month’s liveliest event in Xiling. As for those crudely divided Hundred-Swords Fighters, none of them disappointed. They all swiftly defeated their challengers in two or three moves, leaving the crowd in complete awe and disbelief.

Because whether it was Thousand-Swords, Hundred-Swords or Nine-Swords Fighters, during their matches with Xu Laoying, their performances in the arena were all more or less the same, which might produce a strange feeling that anyone else could have done the same. Only when they actually fought martial artists of the slevel, did the people of Xiling realize.

The martial artists who struggled helplessly on the stage had such exquisite skills that were mind-blowing. For a time, Xiling was swept up in a frenzy of worshipping the strong.

Central to this frenzy were the Thousand-Sword Fighters and the Hundred- Swords Fighters. And what excited the spectators even more was that they could see three of these pursued fighters all at once.

Zhang Bashan, Xiahou Yong, and “Soul Breaking Blade” Peng Le!

Out of the four Hundred-Swords Fighters in Xiling, three had cto support Xiao Zheng. The spectators had initially thought that the duel between Xiao Zheng and Michu would be a one-sided crush. But now, it seemed, not only was there a chance for a fair fight, but also a chance for victory!

Moreover, there was a young master in red clothing and red hair with an angry expression standing side by side with them – “Eight Dragons of Flames”, Xiao Ziyu.

This morning, he had gone with Xiao Zheng to meet Mi Bai. They had wanted to meet the great artist who could produce such paintings. But when they arrived at Fengqing Alley, all they saw was the hole melted by the Combined Attack Technique at the courtyard door, and the courtyard scattered with debris. Mi Bai was gone, the child was gone, even the masterpiece painting had disappeared.

They didn’t need to guess who could have the audacity to do this. In all of Xiling, aside from Michu, no one else would even think about it. This action had enraged him completely, which was why he had appeared in Jianglin with Xiao Zheng.

The cool autumn breeze swept through August. The not-too-harsh sunlight bathed the people warmly. Accompanied by a few beast roars from the south, the three formidable figures from the Beast King Residence rode their savage beasts arriving against the wind!

On the back of the Red Moon Golden FlTiger that looked like a red cloud was Yan Lingjing. Each movement of its giant wings made out of golden flames dispersed the flow of clouds in the sky. The huge legs of the beast each gripped a net, inside which were schildren, estimated to be around thirty or forty.

On another silver-black savage beast at the side was Hundred-Swords Fighter Pei Tianluo. His gaze was cold and domineering, resonating superiority over all in his sight. The Iron Winged Eagle with wings spread wide as if to cover the sky and obscure the sun, was indeed one of the sky’s rulers capable of traveling thousands of miles in a day.

Above these two savage beasts, cthe young master Chu’s mount, the Ice Luan Bird!

The Azure bird flew thousands of miles in the sky, flaunting its frost-like long feathers. The Ice Luan Bird may lack divine beast blood, but it was one of the phoenix-type Luan Birds, so even the Iron Winged Eagle, a powerful savage beast, wouldn’t dare to fly alongside it.

The three savage beasts cfrom the southern sky and landed in the center of Jianglin. The disruptive waves of spirit caused the crowd to unconsciously retreat. Young Master Chu stood atop the Luan Bird and looked down at Xiao Zheng and Xiao Ziyu, taunting, “You’ve cso early, are you that eager to lose?”

With spiritual power vibrating his vocal cords, Young Master Chu’s voice echoed ten miles around, projecting an unrivalled bravado.

Responding to Michu was two fiery dragons that rose from beneath the feet of the youth in red, lifting Xiao Ziyu alongside him to meet Michu’s gaze.

This widely recognized number one peak of the Mortal Realm in Xiling, with fire-like anger in his eyes, roared, “Who wins and who loses will be clear once we fight. Release the painter first. Picking on an unarmed scholar, aren’t you afraid your reputation will be ruined, Master Chu!”

Xiao Zheng, who stood on the ground and had no means to fly, looked at the two of them talking eye to eye in which he wasn’t included, feeling a bit sad. However, as the matter concerned his good friend Mi Bai, he couldn’t sit back and do nothing. So he shouted, “Please release the people first, Master Chu. As for how we fight, and how many rounds, please set the conditions. We will accept them all!”

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