Chapter 142: One Against Ten!
Chapter 142: One Against Ten!
“What a spear!”
Tang Jinbiao couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration when the Spiritual Energy coating the long spear dispersed, revealing the weapon’s true form.
The Long Spear was over ten feet long and slightly more than an inch thick. Its entire body was silvery-white, continuously exuding an aura of bone-chilling cold, like the icy armor of deep winter.
Though Tang Jinbiao himself was tall, the spear still towered over him by nearly a full head’s length.
Even though the mark left by Little Nine had been erased by Tang Jinbiao, the spear itself suffered no damage whatsoever. Its chilling aura remained as intimidating as ever, evoking a sense of dread.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Tang Jinbiao grabbed the Frost Silver Spear. Though he didn’t know how to wield it properly, he couldn’t resist brandishing it wildly.
As he waved the spear, it sliced through the air, leaving trails of chilling shadows and whistling with formidable energy.
Thwack!
Lacking any real spear technique, after just a few haphazard swings, he accidentally slammed the spear down onto the ground. The blast of force from the spear instantly gouged a trench several feet long into the earth.
“Damn it!”
Staring at the trench on the ground, Tang Jinbiao paused in surprise.
“What the…?”
He hadn’t noticed anything before. His intention was simply to test the spear’s power, never expecting that after casually channeling his Qi Energy into it, intricate patterns suddenly began to appear densely engraved within the spear.
Hummm! Hummm! Hummm!
In that instant, it was as if the Long Spear had been bestowed with a soul! It began to emit a crisp humming tone, and the entire shaft vibrated intensely.
“Alive?”
The moment the spear resonated, Tang Jinbiao instantly felt a profound connection, a bond of flesh and blood, as if the spear had become an extension of his own limbs.
Hummm! Hummm! Hummm!
The spear continued to hum and tremble incessantly – perhaps with recognition, or perhaps yearning to break free.
“Damn it, this is good stuff! Mine now!”
Despite not fully understanding the reason, Tang Jinbiao sensed great potential power. Reacting quickly, he hastily tried to stow the spear away, intending to put it into his Storage Pouch, thinking to himself.
“Huh?”
But just as he attempted to store the Frost Silver Spear in the Storage Pouch, a strange occurrence happened. It was as if the spear possessed a consciousness! It struggled against him, wrenching itself free from Tang Jinbiao’s grasp in an instant and shooting skyward like a streak of silver light.
“Huh?”
Watching the Frost Silver Spear fly away, Tang Jinbiao froze in place completely dumbfounded.
“You…! My Frost Silver Spear!!! I’ll fight you to the death!”
Little Nine, witnessing Tang Jinbiao attempt to take the spear, paled dramatically. He was about to charge forward in a desperate frenzy.
“You insolent whelp! Stand down!”
Just as Little Nine made to rush forward, Wei Wuya, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke. A mere subtle shift in his posture sent a pulse of dark Qi Energy erupting from his body. It blasted into the ground right before Little Nine’s feet, exploding a pit several feet deep.
“Young Master!”
Startled by Wei Wuya’s Qi energy, Little Nine instantly calmed down, looking at Wei Wuya with a dejected expression.
“Hmph, scared of what? It’s just a Frost Silver Spear pill treasure. Lost is lost. I’ll give you a primal treasure when we return!”
Wei Wuya’s face darkened as he spoke nonchalantly.
Yet inwardly, he began to regard Tang Jinbiao seriously, thinking: This kid has actually reached the Body Refining Third Tier, and possesses Absolute Spiritual Energy Perception. Could he truly be related to that bitch’s kin? The intelligence I received indicated that person was only First Rank of Body Refining. Even after five years, such remarkable progress shouldn’t be possible. Did I misidentify him? Or did he encounter some extraordinary opportunity during these years?
“But…”
Little Nine looked hesitant, words dying on his lips. Ultimately silent, he merely glanced towards the direction the long spear had flown, committing it to memory.
“Little Seven, Little Eight, go kill that brat. How dare anyone injure a student of Divine Wind Academy right at our gates?”
Wei Wuya, too lazy to pay further attention to the defeated Little Nine, spoke calmly again.
Naturally, he wanted to confront Tang Jinbiao himself. However, without ascertaining the opponent’s background, he avoided the risk. The techniques displayed earlier were sufficient to demand caution. Others might not have noticed, but he was certain: this Tang Jinbiao was Body Refining Third Tier and wielded the power of Absolute Spiritual Energy Perception.
“Yes!”
“As you command!”
The moment Wei Wuya finished speaking, one cultivator at the Mid Foundation Building Stage and another at the Late Foundation Building Stage immediately stepped forward.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Emerging, both slapped their storage pouches. Two glimmers of cold steel shot ruthlessly towards Tang Jinbiao.
“What a magnificent spear!”
Tang Jinbiao was still slightly dazed, gazing towards the vanishing path of the spear, feeling a sense of loss.
That instantaneous sensation had been incredibly profound—like an intimate bond of flesh and blood. He merely didn’t understand why attempting to store it prompted the long spear to fly from his grasp. Yet, even as it vanished from sight, he faintly sensed it hadn’t traveled far. It must be nearby. If he searched, he would find it.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Precisely as Tang Jinbiao lamented the Frost Silver Spear’s loss, two surges of killing intent suddenly lunged at him. His expression shifted faintly.
“You just won’t die, will you, Persistent Chen Yaojin!”
Tang Jinbiao cursed, leaning sideways to narrowly evade the attacks of those two glimmers.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Having missed, the glimmers arced back instantly, altering trajectory menacingly. They seemed guided, striking relentlessly at impossibly awkward angles.
“What the hell!”
Tang Jinbiao saw the danger and instantly leaped backwards.
Thump! Thump!
Retreating, Tang Jinbiao kicked two chunks of debris from the ground. The stones became black streaks hurtling towards the two cultivators.
“Hmph!”
Detecting the flying debris, the two cultivators split their focus, swiftly adopting defensive postures. Thick layers of protection instantly materialized shimmering over their bodies.
Thump! Thump!
The debris struck the protective barriers with dull thuds, proving utterly ineffective as they glanced harmlessly away.
“Shit!”
Seeing the gravel was useless, Tang Jinbiao cursed, wanting to rush over and deal with the two cultivators.
Swish! Swish!
But the very moment this thought crossed his mind, the two black lights formed by the flying swords, stubbornly persistent like glue, shot straight towards his face.
“So dangerous!”
Sensing two waves of icy murderous intent rushing towards him, Tang Jinbiao silently thought in alarm. He bent his body downwards, narrowly avoiding the attack of the two flying swords.
“Perfect!”
The instant he dodged the flying swords, Tang Jinbiao seamlessly rolled onto the ground, then launched himself towards the position of the two cultivators.
…
“Young Master, that man is quite strong!”
While Tang Jinbiao was locked in fierce combat with the two cultivators, the extremely pale-faced, frail man standing beside Wei Wuya inched a few steps closer and spoke in a low voice.
Clack! Clack!
Hearing the man’s voice by his ear, Wei Wuya couldn’t help but tremble twice, feeling a slight chill.
“How strong?”
Realizing it was the pale, thin man, Wei Wuya queried in an equally low voice.
“Third Stage Initial Body Refinement, possesses Absolute Spiritual Energy Perception, and possesses quick reflexes. A pity he hasn’t undergone much tempering – he lacks the necessary imposing aura. Moreover, it seems he doesn’t know any Martial Techniques, possessing only some rudimentary combat skills!”
The pale, thin man stated matter-of-factly.
“Oh? So according to you, I should be able to crush him?”
Wei Wuya displayed a flicker of curiosity, asking with genuine interest.
“No, it would likely be a fifty-fifty chance!”
The pale, thin man replied.
“Hmm?”
Wei Wuya frowned slightly, wanting to hear the man’s explanation.
“Young Master’s Cultivation Level is higher than his, you have abundant combat experience, and you’ve mastered two Martial Techniques. However, Young Master’s explosive power falls short of his. And… I can vaguely sense that man’s arms seem to hold an indescribable potential for explosive force. If unleashed, its power should be comparable to a full-force strike from an ordinary Late Core Formation Stage cultivator. Of course, if Young Master employs evasive tactics or overwhelms with superior numbers, that changes the picture.”
The pale, thin man explained slowly.
“Hmph!”
Listening to the explanation, a trace of gloom surfaced on Wei Wuya’s face, clearly displeased. He snorted dismissively.
“They’ve lost!”
The pale, thin man paid no heed to Wei Wuya’s feelings and stated flatly.
Thud!
Crash!
Bang!
“Ah!”
Sure enough, as soon as the pale-faced man finished speaking, Little Eight and Little Seven let out agonizing cries and rolled aside.
Clang!
Their flying swords were shattered by Tang Jinbiao into worthless scrap metal and discarded to the side.
“What?”
Seeing two more injured, Wei Wuya couldn’t conceal the shock in his eyes. He knew Tang Jinbiao was strong, but never expected this overwhelming might. After all, Tang Jinbiao’s strength should make defeating a few Foundation Establishment Cultivators effortless.
“Old Seven! Old Eight!”
“Are you alright?”
The companions hurriedly helped the injured duo, glaring furiously at Tang Jinbiao.
“Hah! Feels incredible!”
After blasting the pair away, Tang Jinbiao seemed to rediscover his rhythm. He sensed waves of powerful Qi Energy surging from his Pseudo Qi Sea, flooding his body.
Only now did he truly grasp the euphoria of cultivation—a purely physical ecstasy. Past increases in his cultivation level felt mundane, like ordinary progress. Yet at this moment, he realized it was so much more.
Moving through the motions, Tang Jinbiao relished the thrill of Qi Energy’s flow. His mind ignited, an intense desire for combat erupting from within.
“You! You! And you! All of you—step forward! With skills this poor, this old man will fight ten of you today!”
Flushed from defeating three opponents, his world-destroying (edgy) frenzy resurfaced as he wildly pointed at Wei Wuya’s remaining followers.
“What?”
“What did you say?”
“You’re courting death!”
Their comrades’ injuries already stoked their fury. Now branded as weaklings, they glared at him with blazing eyes.
“Hmph!”
But then, an icy snort cut through from Wei Wuya.
“Young Master!”
“Young Master!”
“Young Master, let me execute this brat!”
“Young Master, permit me to butcher him myself!”
The snort snapped them to attention, hope flooding their gazes.
“No need. Withdraw. I shall handle this personally. How dare you wound Wei Wuya’s men! It seems you’ve forgotten the character ‘death’!”
Wei Wuya waved dismissively, his voice eerily calm.
RUMBLE!
A formidable aura erupted around him. Slowly, he took one deliberate step forward…