I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 770: Chapter Sixty-Four: The Finale

Though there seemed to be quite a number of duel platforms, the fights ended quickly with each opponent being defeated with a single punch. If the platform at Bifang Mountain could be likened to a feast with hundreds of colorful lanterns, then at this moment, only one lonely lantern still shone.

The three members of Longxi’s team had already taken their positions behind Tang Luo, while Xiao Ziyu was watching Bu Lin on the stage with resolute eyes, his fighting spirit flaring.

“Shall I let you go first?” Tang Luo looked at Xiao Ziyu and asked tentatively.

“Nevermind.” Xiao Ziyu glanced at Bu Lin on the stage and shook his head regretfully, “I’ve passed his duel stage multiple times. His martial arts style is too restrictive for me, coupled with the buff from Dragon’s spiritual bloodline, I haven’t figured out a way to win yet.”

“Alright then, I’ll go,” Tang Luo said, taking off his overcoat with ninety-eight tokens attached and handing it to Xiao Ziyu. He then walked to the stage amidst the shameful expressions of the Martial Saint Mountain disciples.

Perhaps these outer sect disciples who held duels on Bifang Mountain couldn’t figure out why the highly regarded Martial Saint Mountain of the Human Race had fallen to such a weak position. Tang Luo casually chose his opponents, as if selecting vegetables in a market, acting on his own accord. This humiliation was something these outer sect disciples had never experienced before.

But, even though they were enraged by their losses, how could they vent their anger? With clenched fists, they lowered their heads, muttering to themselves that vengeance is a dish best served cold.

In contrast, Bu Lin, the sole remaining duel master, had no such worries. He looked at Tang Luo, a hint of sulphur seeming to emanate from his nostrils as he asked, “When you first arrived in the Eastern District, I invited you to my platform, but you chose to come last. What, does my word mean nothing to you?”

Although he was a direct descendant of a Martial Saint, his speech bore a strong tone of vulgarity. With his towering physique, If Xulao Ying was the most well-prepared customer Tang Luo had ever seen, this man was the most well-prepared thug he had ever encountered.

“Good dishes are always served last, and the strong usually appear last. I’m just wondering, you’re already over thirty years old, why are you still the tournament master instead of cultivating in the inner sect of Martial Saint Mountain?” Tang Luo casually stretched his limbs, asking seriously to the man on the stage.

“None of your damn business! Don’t think that spouting some nice words will soften me up! You’re already in the Fierce Realm, picking on Mortal Realm fighters, and you still have the guts to brag about defeating them with a single punch? Shameless!”

With a light laugh, Tang Luo didn’t bother to argue, just as Bu Lin had defended the duel using just Mortal Realm powers, he too, hadn’t used any power beyond that realm. It was simply because of his unique physical form that his 29,000 points of Spiritual Power were several times stronger than a normal pinnacle Mortal Realm warrior, which resulted in his seemingly overpowering punches.

He understood that Bu Lin was merely trying to restore the fighting spirit of these Inner Sect Disciples who had already lost confidence. After all, anyone’s spirit would be dampened if they were unable to withstand a punch from someone in the same realm. However, if the realms were different, they could easily get over this setback.

After all, with different realms as an excuse, anyone could easily forgive themselves. As for Tang Luo’s age, who would be fair and objective when trying to justify their failures? They might as well think that Tang Luo has some sort of Youth Retention Technique!

Expectedly, after Bu Lin revealed Tang Luo’s cultivation realm, those dispirited Outer Sect Disciples suddenly regained their spirits, as if coming back to life.

However, a few of them were still baffled and fell into deeper despair when they found out Tang Luo was in the Fierce Realm. They recalled the fight in Xiling six years ago and realized that if Tang Luo was already in the Fierce Realm, it meant that they might never catch up in their entire lives.

Like two people practicing together, a gap slowly appeared, and no matter how hard the other person tried to catch up, the distance only continued to grow.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Sometimes, the gap in talent creates more despair than the gap in strength. Each disciple who came to cultivate on Martial Saint Mountain realised that despite using all of their time efficiently, talent still separated them into strength tiers.

At the level of a chosen disciple of the sacred land, it was no longer a simple condition that hard work and risking one’s life would lead to stand out amid everyone. Here, everyone was risking their lives and working hard.

Many had complex expressions as they looked at the young Tang Luo on the stage, not understanding how someone who appeared to be just over twenty years old could have such skill.

Bu Lin, looking at the invigorated disciples on the stage, then turned to Tang Luo with a malicious smile, “Didn’t you say you could finish it with a single punch? I’ll stand right here and see how you end it!”

“Hmm…really?” Tang Luo asked with a weird expression, “You’ll stand still and take a punch?”

Bu Lin scoffed, arrogantly saying with crossed arms, “A spit for a nail, go and ask around, when did Martial Saint Mountain’s Master Lin ever go back on his word?”

“Well, in that case, I won’t hold back.” Tang Luo said, as he infused his spiritual power from his soul into the spiritual array within his body. The Undying Battle Body, he’s gone all out!

A silver giant several tens of feet tall appeared on the duel platform, like a small mountain. The shadows of the Mysterious Snake and the Sky Dragon roared as they coiled around the giant’s arms, causing the sky to suddenly darken. Auspicious clouds gathered from hundreds of miles away to form the Xuanwu Faziang. The twenty-foot-long and wide duel platform prepared by Bifang Mountain was completely overshadowed by the Xuanwu Dharma Aspect. Its four gigantic legs, like pillars, stood at the four corners of the platform, the abdomen of the Xuanwu’s armor was the mysterious Eight Diagrams Formation, boundless Yin power transformed into Spiritual Light, infusing into the silver giant’s right arm.

The Yin light was blue, this massive amount of blue light infused into the giant’s right arm, causing the already unbelievable thick arm to bulge once more, from afar it looked like a totem made from muscles.

As the silver giant clenched its fists and flexed its right arm, the limitless Yang wind was stirred up by the Yin power, almost blinding everyone.

“Gulp gulp”

It was not the sound of people swallowing saliva in fear, but the sound of the Yin power and dragon-like blood and Qi inside the totem-like muscular arm preparing for action. The silver giant looked down and spoke, “Just this one punch. If you endure it, I’ll admit defeat. How about it?”

The roar echoed across the area, when Bu Lin, who had just promised a nail for every spit, lifted his head to see a fist almost as big as himself, he spat out and said, “Damn, do you think Master Lin is a fool? Everyone is showing their best on this duel platform, you think I’ll just stand here and take a punch from you? You wish!”

There is a close correlation between strength and body size. In other words, body cultivators consider the Great and Small Wishful Incantation as top-level secret arts for a deep reason.

Because once body cultivators break through certain power shackles, they quickly reach a bottleneck – that is their physical bodies. The power eventually needs a physical medium to transfer it.

At that time, body size becomes the ultimate competition for body art warriors. The larger the body, the greater the power, this is an indisputable fact.

The giant’s punch might not critically injure Bu Lin who has the protection of dragon scales, but it’s certainly enough to knock him out of the ring, even piercing through the protective array.

This wager of certain defeat, Bu Lin was not foolish enough to continue just for a matter of face.