I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 767: Chapter Sixty-One: The Nightmare of 1784

With surprise, he lifted his head, only to see Tang Luo already off the fighting stage, taking the Seal of Challenge from the referee, and departing.

Just as he declared, if he didn’t win with one punch, he would immediately admit defeat.

Fighting on the stage was always about skill, yet when had a disciple of Martial Saint Mountain ever been belittled like this?

He spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up, clutching his chest. He pushed away doctors who ran to help, managed to suppress the churning in his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted: “Dare to leave your name!?”

Martial arts is a long journey. He completely submitted to this punch today, but it’s just a battle in his long life. Everything that didn’t kill him would become his nourishment to become stronger.

The unyielding will to fight showed no traces of the loser who had just been punched away. This is a disciple of Martial Saint Mountain, the holy land of the Human Race! n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Uh…” Tang Luo paused, and he looked back at the injured challenger: “Tang Luo from Xiling.”

“Tang Luo from Xiling, huh? I’ll remember your name, Mu Qingchen. Ten years from now, I’ll definitely challenge you!”

These ambitious young people… The middle-aged referee laughed, shaking his head, and then announced: “Contestant number 67 is injured and has lost. The challenge stage is closed!”

Meanwhile, Tang Luo had already moved to the next available stage– number 66.

The young challenger, Bu Kaiyuan, stared at Tang Luo as he climbed onto the stage. His face full of caution and seriousness, he yelled: “You reckless man, watch how I will defeat you!”

With the same finger and the same emotionless face, Tang Luo repeated the gesture, “One punch, if you’re not down, I’ll forfeit.”

As he spoke, the fist that was sharp and unstoppable scene appeared in Bu Kaiyuan’s vision. As a member of the Bu Family, how could he not know Tang Luo?

Bu Chen, who was two ranks above him, had his meridians broken in two punches. There was no way he could hold out, but the pride of the Bu Family forbade him from surrendering. To defend against this punch, what else could he do other than forbidden secret techniques?

God knew the first time he would use secret techniques would be on the stage of Bifang Mountain.

“Profound and visible in its existence, dark and invisible in its non-existence. Azure Dragon, White Tiger, bear witness to my divine power. All gods honor me, and I command lightning.”

Bu Kaiyuan burned his Sea of Qi, drawing in Primary Qi from all directions to form the images of Azure Dragon and White Tiger, and launched a fatal strike at Tang Luo. His whole body was filled with two-colored Yin lightning, using spiritual power to portray the images of Azure Dragon and White Tiger. Just by looking at its power, this spirit-consuming strike surpassed even some advanced-level Spirit Arts, and could even kill some warriors who had just entered the Fierce Realm. This top-tier killing spell, displayed by a mere disciple of Bifang Mountain, showed the prowess of Martial Saint Mountain, standing at the top of the Human Race.

Tang Luo initially didn’t take Bu Kaiyuan seriously, but facing such a strike, he had to respond carefully. If he defended with a punch, he would be pushed back. This was indeed beyond his expectations for a disciple of the Martial Saint Mountain.

With no other choice, he had to draw on his massive spiritual power and channel it into his body’s Spirit Circle. A silver giant, several meters tall, appeared on the stage. The chanting Azure Dragon and the roaring White Tiger hit the giant’s chest one after another. The divine beast shadows of the Xuan second lightning, capable of splitting mountains and breaking cliffs, only managed to shatter the Heaven-granted Silver Armor of the giant, leaving a scratch on his muscular, silver-grey chest.

Bu Kaiyuan, stunned, looked at the fist that was even larger than his own body, completely at a loss. All he could think about was the scene in which his Spirit Art collided with the opponent’s chest.

The punch that was as big as a bronze cauldron inevitably hit Bu Kaiyuan. Just like a fledgling bird crashing head-on into a mountain, he immediately lost consciousness, and was thrown off the stage, hitting the protective array surrounding the stage, and slipping off.

After handing the Seal of Challenge to Tang Luo, the referee announced with a complicated expression: “Contestant number 66 has lost consciousness. The challenge stage is closed.”

On the third day of the Martial Arts Exchange Tournament, most of the contestants had already completed their challenges. Those who hadn’t were not unwilling to, but clearly understood that they had no chance of winning.

Therefore, on the third day, many contestants chose not to go onstage, but instead, like Tang Luo had done on the first two days, they wandered around the massive main peak platform, observing challengers with similar styles to learn from them. After all, it was quite a gain to be able to improve a bit of their martial arts strength on a rare visit to Martial Saint Mountain.

Of the nearly 400 challengers, nearly half of the scions chose not to go onstage on the third day. The announcement that two stages on the west side were closed in succession also aroused the curiosity of these spectators.

If one had an overlooking perspective, they would see that as the referee announced the closure of challenge stage number 66, hundreds of curious scions moved closer to the west side.

As for the original challengers in the western area, they looked at Tang Luo with awe as if they were looking at a deity.

After two days of fierce battles, they clearly understood how formidable the stage challengers were. Even the challenger at the bottom of the ranking had pushed a certain martial art style to the limit of the Mortal Realm, and it was extremely difficult to defeat him, let alone severely injuring him.

They wouldn’t even dare to dream about sending a challenger flying with one punch. But today, this dreamlike scene happened right before their eyes. How could they not be impressed?

They watched Tang Luo send Mu Qingchen flying with one punch and take the Seal of Challenge without difficulty. Bu Kaiyuan’s blow, which consumed all his spiritual power and life essence, just left a scratch on the chest of the silver-grey giant. Some spectators even cried out in surprise!

“That’s the monster who fought with Buddha Son Yankong in Chongming Peak’s Valley of Medicinal Herbs and left it in ruins!”

What was the hottest gossip of the Martial Arts Exchange Tournament in the past two days? It wasn’t Xiang Loulan of the Xiang Family from the Divine Dynasty who unexpectedly emerged and impressively won 29 Seals in two days. It wasn’t Liu Chenxing from the Liu Clan of Chuanyuan who suppressed the Seven Outstanding Talents of the outer disciples of Martial Saint Mountain with his sword. It wasn’t even Mu Pingyuan of the Mu Family of Mubai, who suddenly became prominent.

It was the silver giant who left the Valley of Medicinal Herbs in ruins and trampled on Xuanwu Faziang.

An old saying goes, “To see a person’s intentions, look at his eyes; to see a person’s secret, look at his friends; to see a person’s value, look at his opponents.”

What kind of person was Buddha Son Yankong? He was among the top talents of the younger generation in Buddha’s Country, a reincarnated spiritual child who had recreated the Path of No Suffering and Extinction.

To make a simple comparison, these children with the same age, even though they could look up and see the stars in the sky, even if they climbed the world’s highest peak, they were still separated from the stars by an insurmountable distance. Such was the status of the Saint Children in the hearts of the scions.

And suddenly, they found that a young scion could fight the Buddha Son of the Zen, which was as thrilling as witnessing a mythical character appearing in reality.