Black Fang sneered, his face full of disdain, his eyes fierce.
Dare to exchange punches with me?
The last person who dared to trade punches with me now has grass three feet high on their grave!
Unfortunately, Tang Wen didn't know his thoughts, otherwise he would have surely retorted: I have an old acquaintance who hangs like you!
Dark Night Divine Fist—Dark Night Killing Intent!
Mountain-Cracking Cannon Fist—Head-on Cannon!
Boom!
Their fists collided.
A gust of wind swept through the arena, making their clothes flutter.
Black Fang's ferocious grin froze on his face as an immense force blocked his punch and surged through his right arm into his body.
His towering 1.9-meter frame trembled uncontrollably.
What?
The arena fell silent.
The Martial Masters, some shocked, some stunned, exchanged bewildered glances!
Zheng Nanzhu even leaned back slightly, her expression one of utter disbelief.
"Isn't he just a second-class Martial Master?"
Tang Wen's aura when he struck couldn't be hidden.
A second-class Martial Master can only channel Visualization Force through fists, feet, limbs, or weapons.
Against Black Fang, he was at a disadvantage in terms of technique.
Black Fang was a peak Martial Master whose Visualization Force could erupt from any point on his body, beginning his transformation and awakening his Darkness Ability.
The gap between them was immeasurable.
Most second-class Martial Masters, limited by talent and Cultivation Methods, never undergo transformation.
As for Black Fang, given his age, a second awakening wasn't out of the question.
A second awakening would make him a powerhouse on par with the Black Mountain King and the Flame Queen.
Such king-level combatants were rare among the dozen or so factions present!
They only saw Black Fang's talent, unaware that Tang Wen's physique, eight times that of an ordinary person, gave him a terrifying burst of strength that easily bridged the gap in their realms!
Tang Wen visualized again, even finding time to mock: "Is that all?"
"You're asking for death!" Black Fang roared in anger.
Tang Wen's Cannon Fist shot toward his face—Mountain Splitter Cannon!
Black Fang crossed his arms, firmly blocking the punch, but was caught off guard by the intense mockery on Tang Wen's face.
Tang Wen stepped forward, elbow raised—Half-Step Blast Fist.
Black Fang had no choice but to retreat, raising his arms to block again.
Tang Wen pressed his advantage relentlessly—Half-Step Blast Fist, Half-Step Blast Fist, Half-Step Blast Fist…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The air exploded as if a battery of cannons were firing.
"Too much force can break you; this is too aggressive!"
Someone commented, and the crowd nodded in agreement. For a weaker fighter to forcefully suppress a stronger one might work temporarily, but have you considered your stamina and spirit?
How many moves can you, Tang Wen, suppress Black Fang for?
"Youthful arrogance!"
Perhaps Tang Wen just wanted to lose with dignity.
Everyone sighed inwardly.
The hot-tempered Zheng Family Head's face darkened.
This Tang Wen really doesn't know his limits. I gave you the Blood Vigor Pill so you could stall Black Fang!
Hold him off at all costs!
Fight him to exhaustion.
Only then could my daughter have a chance to defeat him!
But instead, you, Tang Wen, escalate the battle to such intensity right from the start?
How will this end?
Remember, when the weak fight the strong, the more ferocious the start, the more devastating the loss later!
Utterly senseless!
Raise the prices! Increase the cost of everything we sell to the Flame Camp!
Moreover, spread the word that this kid is infatuated with my daughter's beauty, disregarding his existing wife, and insists on participating in the martial contest.
After venting his fury, the Zheng Family Head calmed down and observed the battlefield.
A Martial Master exclaimed:
"Eight consecutive blasts! Nine consecutive blasts! Ten consecutive blasts!"
A powerful sound echoed.
Black Fang had no choice but to burst forth with his footwork, forcibly disengaging from the battlefield and retreating to the edge of the arena to catch his breath.
"Ten consecutive bursts! This Commander Tang is truly one of the top-tier Martial Masters among the second rank."
"What's the use of being top-tier? He didn't pursue the attack, probably because he's reached his limit."
"Heh, look at Old Zheng's face—it's as black as soot."
"..."
A bunch of onlookers who were clearly enjoying the spectacle.
What they didn't know was that Tang Wen had stopped because his fist technique had suddenly made a breakthrough.
[Meditation Martial Art: Mountain-Cracking Cannon Fist, Proficient (2891→3001/6000)]
Life-and-death battles are the best way to temper oneself.
A new fist technique emerged in Tang Wen's mind.
"Kid, out of strength, aren't you? You're done for!"
Black Fang quickly regained his energy and charged at Tang Wen like a giant ape.
Dark Night Divine Fist, Night Battle in All Directions!
Perfect timing!
Excitement flashed in Tang Wen's eyes.
Mountain-Cracking Cannon Fist—Eight-Armed Divine Fist!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Black Fang unleashed a flurry of dark fist shadows.
Behind Tang Wen, the illusion of eight arms appeared briefly before vanishing.
He firmly withstood Black Fang's onslaught.
How could a mere second-rank Martial Master be so troublesome?!
Black Fang didn't understand, but it didn't matter.
He had already begun to transform and awaken, and he could unleash his meditation bursts thirty more times!
Could this little brat on the other side do the same?
A second-rank Martial Master? At most, he could manage ten more bursts!
Thirty against ten!
The advantage is mine!
With this thought, Black Fang's aura surged, and his entire body seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of black mist.
It appeared to have a defensive effect.
His Dark Night Divine Fist erupted continuously.
Tang Wen didn't back down, meeting strength with strength and speed with speed.
Loud explosions rang out as their clothes were torn apart and their boots shattered.
Even the stone ground was pitted with deep craters from the force of their clashes.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"
"This is getting my blood pumping!"
"I really want to see what this Commander Tang looks like."
The black cloth on Tang Wen's face remained firmly in place.
In the blink of an eye, another ten consecutive bursts!
Black Fang took the initiative to retreat, a sign that he had seized the upper hand.
He wanted to see the look of despair on his opponent's face.
Huh? Damn that black cloth!
Tang Wen didn't pursue. The Experience Panel appeared:
[Meditation Martial Art: Mountain-Cracking Cannon Fist, Proficient (3001→3105/6000)]
He nodded slightly at Black Fang. From the moment his experience had surpassed the halfway point and he had comprehended the Eight-Armed Divine Fist, Tang Wen's goal in this battle had changed.
Back in the wilderness, he had collapsed two stone hills in a row, but that had only earned him a few dozen experience points.
Today, in just a short while of fighting Black Fang, he had gained two hundred experience points.
This guy was a walking experience treasure!
Since he had encountered him, how could he let him go so easily?
Seeing that Tang Wen not only wasn't afraid but also looked excited, Black Fang cursed and charged forward.
"Don't keep clashing head-on!"
Young Miss Zheng couldn't help but call out a warning.
In the previous two exchanges, Tang Wen's demeanor had perfectly matched her image of a mysterious and powerful expert.
Arrogant and unruly, triumphing over the strong despite being weak!
Just like in the stories.
And what she said was what most people were thinking.
Tang Wen: Not clash head-on?
How could that be?
Mountain-Cracking Cannon Fist, meet Dark Night Divine Fist head-on!
The sound of their collision rang out once more.
Young Miss Zheng couldn't help but sigh.
"This time, Tang Wen has probably truly reached his limit."
"Hmm, look over there. The Wang Family Head seems to be ready to step in and save him."
"As it should be. Flame Camp isn't to be trifled with."
Burst after burst, they clashed.
Once, twice, three times... eight times!
The voices in the conversation grew softer and softer until they completely faded away.
In the square, the Martial Masters fell silent first, followed by the Martial Practitioners and Martial Apprentices, who also quieted down.
Finally, the common folk from the five inner city districts were affected by the silence, not daring to make a sound.
Since the start of the martial contest, Tang Wen had steadily unleashed thirty bursts of visualization.
This had already surpassed everyone's understanding of a second-tier Martial Master.
The Zheng Family Head pondered thoughtfully: It seems this kid must have taken a Blood Vigor Pill through some means beforehand.
Hmph!
Considering how hard he's fighting, I won't raise the prices of the items we sell to them.
"I don't believe you can keep this up!"
Black Fang's fists and feet were ferocious, his eyes wide with fury, looking like a mad demon.
Tang Wen stood as steady as a mountain, his body seemingly like a perpetual motion machine, continuously surging with strength.
Swish!
Black Fang resorted to a risky move, using two fingers to hook Tang Wen's face-covering cloth.
With a tearing sound, the black cloth shattered.
Revealing a face of divine grace and radiant beauty.
Raising a cup, his white eyes gazed at the azure sky
,
As pure and elegant as a jade tree standing in the wind!
The women present were struck as if by lightning.
Miss Zheng was no exception, but being a Martial Master, she reacted more quickly:
Hmm, if it's a boy, we'll name him Tang Zhu, and if it's a girl, Tang Nan, how about that?
No, no!
Zheng Nanzhu, what are you thinking!
Naming the child should be left to the father.
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