Chapter 141: Fucking Awesome Gun!
Chapter 141: Fucking Awesome Gun!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Boom, boom, boom!
“Fuck!”
Tang Jinbiao retreated, utterly shocked by Little Nine’s endless stream of techniques. A curse echoed in his heart.
Not only was Little Nine’s cultivation level profound, but his methods weren’t something the likes of Tang Huaxi could compete with back then. After all, becoming a disciple of the Divine Wind Academy was itself a symbol of genius. Even if his cultivation wasn’t the strongest, even if he seemed flashy but insubstantial in Wei Wuya’s eyes, he was definitely not to be underestimated among peers of his level. But in Tang Jinbiao’s eyes, this guy was absolutely not your average rookie.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Those three black shadows, launched later, arrived first. A chill of dread ran through Tang Jinbiao as he finally saw them clearly.
They were three black throwing daggers, about a foot long. The blades had countless small, jagged teeth along their edges—all of them barbed.
Getting stabbed by one of these wouldn’t be pleasant. Even just imagining it made Tang Jinbiao’s entire body shiver.
“Rotate!”
On the other side, Little Nine watched the three throwing daggers nearing Tang Jinbiao and let out a low shout.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The three black throwing daggers immediately began to spin rapidly.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Once the daggers started spinning, Tang Jinbiao felt a sudden, inexplicable suction force pulling him towards them. His expression tightened slightly.
“Hmph!”
However, Tang Jinbiao was no easy mark. Feeling he had created enough distance to act freely, he snorted coldly, his face turning stern. He stomped his feet, and his eyes involunt narrowed slightly.
Ssss!
A miraculous sight unfolded. As Tang Jinbiao’s eyes narrowed, the scene before him changed completely.
The three black throwing daggers were no longer daggers; they became three thumb-sized streams of green-glowing gas. Their speed seemed to have slowed down countless times.
This was his trump card—his Spirit Eyes that allowed him to see the trajectory of Spiritual Energy!
“Hmph!”
With his eyes narrowed, Tang Jinbiao clearly saw the paths of the three daggers. He extended his right hand, flicking his index finger rapidly three times, each flick aimed precisely at an oncoming dagger.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three crisp metallic sounds rang out. The three throwing daggers immediately lost all momentum like deflated balloons, instantly reverting to their original metal form. The Spiritual Energy within them dissipated instantly, turning them into three useless lumps of iron that flew sideways and clattered to the ground.
“What?”
Little Nine’s face stiffened slightly upon seeing his usually proud “mother-child” throwing daggers—his Spirit Artifacts—so easily rendered inert and transformed into scrap metal by Tang Jinbiao’s simple finger flicks. The connection was utterly severed.
“Hmph!”
Tang Jinbiao gave a contemptuous snort, raising his head with a scornful curl on his lips.
Of course, this ability to perceive ethereal Spiritual Energy wasn’t innate to him. He had acquired it after that strange episode of unconsciousness on the black land. At first, the capacity to see souls and Spiritual Energy paths had been sporadic. However, after forming his Pseudo Qi Sea, he discovered this extraordinary ability while attempting to control it. When he willed it, he could perceive things others couldn’t.
“You’re courting death!”
Seeing his daggers destroyed, Little Nine didn’t dwell on it excessively. They weren’t his only trick; this had been a probe. His full hopes hadn’t rested on these daggers alone.
“Explode!”
After the Throwing Daggers had been broken by Tang Jinbiao, Little Nine’s face darkened, and with a low shout of “Explode!”, the Fireballs she had previously launched rapidly swarmed toward Tang Jinbiao.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Though these Fireballs had been cast earlier, their speed was no match for the three daggers, only now closing in on Tang Jinbiao.
The daggers were swift, aimed at testing his speed.
The Fireballs, chaotic and numerous, were meant to test his reflexes and judgment.
Tang Jinbiao squinted slightly as the Fireballs approached, seeing clearly that these seemingly formidable orbs were, in fact, merely streams of glowing green Spiritual Energy, each no thicker than a thumb.
In his current state, he could discern the trajectory of any ordinary Spiritual Energy.
“Petty tricks!”
Tang Jinbiao uttered scornfully, his feet shifting as he clenched both hands into fists, poised to meet the Fireballs head-on.
“What?”
Seeing Tang Jinbiao refuse to dodge and instead prepare to strike the Fireballs with his fists, Little Nine’s expression shifted slightly.
But a mocking smile soon curled at the corner of her mouth. “Hmph, you’re digging your own grave!”
“Ahem, it seems his earlier success was mere coincidence. How reckless to be this arrogant now!”
Wei Wuya, standing nearby, could only shake his head in resignation.
“Heh, then watch closely!”
Tang Jinbiao couldn’t be bothered with their words, a sly grin playing on his lips as well.
Boom!
The first fist-sized Fireball hurtling toward him was instantly shattered by a single punch.
The Fireball, radiating intense heat, failed to even singe Tang Jinbiao. Instead, his deceptively simple punch dispersed it into a wisp of smoke that vanished into the air.
“What?”
“Impossible!”
“How is this possible?”
Witnessing Tang Jinbiao reduce a Fireball back to Spiritual Energy with a single blow, all present paled in shock.
“Heh, the best part comes next!”
Tang Jinbiao’s sly grin widened as he shifted his stance once more.
Bang!
His fist, moving with his body’s rotation, smashed another Fireball into harmless smoke.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, another one met the same fate.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As the number of Fireballs increased, Tang Jinbiao’s fists became a blur of motion. To the onlookers, it was dizzying. The supposedly powerful Fireballs proved utterly fragile, collapsing like paper tigers one after another under his relentless assault.
These fireballs were flung by Little Nine himself, so he naturally knew their power. They were just ordinary Fireball Technique, yet not something Tang Jinbiao, an early-stage Body Refining Cultivator, could withstand.
“What? Not good!”
But just as Little Nine felt shaken by Tang Jinbiao’s strength, he seemed to realize something, his expression shifting drastically.
“Absolute Spiritual Energy Perception?”
Wei Wuya, standing nearby as a Body Refiner and possessing the highest cultivation level, naturally spotted something distinctive.
Cultivators had distinctions in the quality of their Spiritual Roots, while Body Refiners had differences in physique. At its core, these were simply matters of innate talent.
A Cultivator with a superior Spiritual Root possessed better talent, cultivated faster, and was sought after by many sects. Similarly, Body Refiners also had differences in innate aptitude. Generally, Body Refining cultivation emphasized physical constitution—various types of physiques existed—but these were secondary.
The most critical factor was perception!
What was perception?
Perception was akin to sensing the essence of this world.
To put it plainly, consider this analogy: if your parents were wealthy and influential, you were born with a silver spoon—equivalent to possessing an excellent Spiritual Root and physique. But whether you could maintain your inheritance and elevate your family legacy depended on your subsequent effort and struggle. This struggle was your arduous cultivation. Yet, how far you could ultimately go relied on your intelligence—and that intelligence was what Cultivators termed perception!
Just like Tang Jinbiao at this moment, he possessed such an ability: Absolute Spiritual Energy Perception. He could instantly perceive the essence of things and solve problems at their fundamental root.
His earlier punches and finger strikes might have appeared chaotic, but in reality, each strike was meticulously calculated—every one landed precisely on a singular point where all Spiritual Energy converged!
A Cultivator’s manipulation of Spiritual Energy was like knitting a sweater: it took painstaking effort. But if someone found the loose end of the thread and gave one firm tug, the entire creation could unravel in an instant!
Buzz buzz buzz!
Tang Jinbiao shattered the fireballs in mere moments. Yet the massive bell, formed entirely from Spiritual Energy, swiftly followed. Chiming with clear resonance, it spun rapidly as it descended to engulf him.
“Heh heh!”
This time, however, Tang Jinbiao made no move to strike. He stood still instead, clasping his hands behind his back. A faint smile touched his lips as he waited for the bell to descend and envelop him.
With but a glance, he perceived the bell’s nature: though it appeared majestic, all Spiritual Energy flowed toward its crown. Sealed there by a tiny Formation was the core vulnerability. A single punch from him could obliterate it. But he refrained. He wanted to witness how far they would go.
Clang!
The bell clanged loudly as it encased Tang Jinbiao.
“Huh? This…”
Seeing Tang Jinbiao trapped without resistance, Little Nine froze briefly, utterly baffled.
“Huh?”
“What’s with him?”
“What happened to his imposing aura just now?”
Not just him—even Wei Wuya and the others nearby were momentarily stunned.
“Strike!”
However, Little Nine’s daze lasted only a second. A vicious grin then twisted his face. He roared his command as the silver Long Spear, hurled earlier, transformed into a streak of white light. It slammed violently against the Spiritual Energy-crafted Bronze Bell!
Clang!
The massive bell shuddered under the spear’s impact, releasing a deafening metallic peal.
“Holy Fuck!”
Tang Jinbiao had originally intended to observe whether this group still harbored further schemes, but unexpectedly, his guess had been wrong. The deafening vibrations sent his Qi and blood churning turbulently within him, nearly knocking him unconscious.
“Haha! Keep hitting it!”
The bronze bell was transparent. Seeing Tang Jinbiao struggling inside, Little Nine’s face lit up with a smile as he once again manipulated the long spear to strike fiercely against the massive bell.
“Break!”
Naturally, Tang Jinbiao had no intention of sitting and waiting for death. With a low shout, he clenched his fist, drove both feet explosively into the ground, and his body shot upwards. His fist struck viciously towards the very top of the bronze bell.
“What?!”
Outside, Little Nine’s complexion changed drastically upon seeing Tang Jinbiao aiming this punch directly at the Formation Core of the bell.
Crack!
The moment Tang Jinbiao’s fist connected, the supposedly resilient bell gave off the sound of shattering glass. Dense fissures instantly spiderwebbed across the bronze surface.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The cracks proliferated rapidly. Within a blink of an eye, the entire bell became a web of fractures. Then, with a thunderous bang, it exploded into countless fragments of spiritual energy that dissipated into the air.
Whoosh!
Precisely as the bell scattered into nothingness, the long spear shot like a whip, lashing towards Tang Jinbiao’s body.
“Hmph!”
Tang Jinbiao, fully prepared, showed not a trace of panic. With a cold grunt, his right arm moved again.
This time, instead of destroying the spear outright, he reached out with one hand, grasping directly for the weapon itself.
“How dare you!”
Witnessing Tang Jinbiao attempt to seize his weapon, shock and fury warred on Little Nine’s face. He shouted loudly while desperately trying to regain control and steer the spear towards Tang Jinbiao.
Snap!
Yet Tang Jinbiao’s speed was far too great. The spear barely had a chance to quiver before Tang Jinbiao’s hand firmly closed around it.
“Not good!”
The instant the spear was captured, Little Nine’s face went ghastly white. Though he hadn’t entirely lost the connection, he instantly foresaw that the weapon would soon be wrested from his grasp.
Buzz… Buzz… Buzz…
As predicted, exactly when this foreboding struck Little Nine, Tang Jinbiao’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. Gripping the spear tightly with one hand, the Qi energy within him surged violently. With a forceful boom, he channeled it into the depths of the spear itself, specifically targeting the place bearing Little Nine’s imprint.
Szzzt!
Little Nine’s Cultivation Level was no match for Tang Jinbiao’s. His imprint was effortlessly erased. The spiritual energy coating the surface of the spear instantly faded, its glow disappearing completely, leaving behind an ordinary-looking spear.
“Good spear!”
Once the spiritual radiance vanished, finally revealing the spear’s true form before him, Tang Jinbiao couldn’t help but murmur an impressed exclamation…