Chapter 236 - 221: Revealed: Tang Wen’s Secret of Cultivation

Chapter 236: Chapter 221: Revealed: Tang Wen’s Secret of Cultivation

Just imagine.

You’re fired up, ready to compete in the final round for a hefty reward.

You’re about to take first place, win the favor of the gang’s top brass, and reach the pinnacle of your life.

Then you suddenly discover that you’ve been made a pawn in the gang’s internal political struggles, and now you have to humiliatingly join forces with your two rivals to fight some pretty boy!

Would you be in a good mood?

Rock Vajra, Soul-Chasing Hand, and Eight-armed Yaksha.

The gang’s three top elites all showed, to varying degrees, the expected indignation.

They were warriors who fought on the front lines.

Experts capable of fighting above their rank!

Not monkeys in a circus.

Tang Wen’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried across the stage and to the audience below. "Your three reputations are renowned, your battle records illustrious! I’ve long heard of you. No matter who wins or loses today, it won’t affect your rankings or rewards. Even if the three of you beat me black and blue, I will never hold a grudge or retaliate."

A few chuckles rose from the crowd.

The three elites’ expressions shifted slightly, but their faces remained stiff.

As the gang’s men of action, they had no love for smooth talkers.

"Are the four of you ready?"

The Vice Gang Leader from the Law Enforcement Hall stepped forward and asked.

The three elites nodded one after another.

Tang Wen also gave a slight nod.

"Does anyone need weapons or Armor?"

This was clearly a reminder for Tang Wen.

Tang Wen shook his head at him.

This Vice Gang Leader Liu, who also served in the Law Enforcement Hall, was rather speechless.

’What is this kid thinking?’

’Look at your three opponents. Which one of them isn’t armed to the teeth?’

’Are you really planning to face them bare-handed?’

Vice Gang Leader Liu shook his head inwardly. ’This Seventh Young Master is nice to look at, but he isn’t very bright.’

"Alright! After a count of ten, the gong will sound to begin the battle."

After speaking, he scanned the surroundings. "All Extraordinaries, step back."

Everyone understood. The four people on stage—or more accurately, the three besides Tang Wen—possessed combat strength on par with Extraordinaries.

Once they started fighting, their blades would show no mercy.

Making the Extraordinaries move back was also to prevent another accident from happening.

However, after he said this, not a single person—not the Young Masters, the Vice Hall Masters, the Commanders, or the Generals—moved back an inch.

’Are you kidding me? A few Martial Artists are fighting, and you want us Extraordinaries to step aside for our own safety?’

’Do we still have any face to lose?’

’How are we supposed to command our subordinates in the future?’

In the middle of the arena:

Eight-armed Yaksha, who appeared the calmest and most taciturn, was the first to speak. "Seventh Young Master, I don’t know how to hold back! Be careful!"

The other two said nothing, their gazes fixed coldly on Tang Wen.

The latter simply smiled without a word.

CLANG!

A slender iron mallet struck the surface of the golden gong.

The three on the stage moved at the same time.

Illusory arms materialized behind Eight-armed Yaksha’s back.

He hadn’t awakened a Dark Ability.

Thus, the extra arms floating in the air were translucent.

Tang Wen was slightly surprised. ’Could this person have really specialized in a single form of the Night Divine Fist?’

’To master it to this degree is considered perfection for a Martial Artist, or even an Extraordinary.’

Soul-Chasing Hand’s footwork shifted, and with a slight blur, his body seemed to leave behind afterimages.

Rock Vajra had no such flashy moves; he just swung his rod and smashed it forward!

The three elites were truly veterans of life-and-death battles. Rock Vajra charged head-on, Eight-armed Yaksha attacked from the flank, and Soul-Chasing Hand prepared to circle around to the rear.

The faces of the observing Extraordinaries paled.

They felt a considerable amount of pressure.

’If it were me up there, could I win?’

’There might be some hope in a series of one-on-one fights.’

’But this is three against one.’

’And in a designated arena with limited room to maneuver.’

’How could anyone win this?’

’Heh, this Seventh Young Master really is an idiot.’

’No, I should say he’s too greedy!’

’Kid! You’re dead this time, right? Well, if not dead, you’ll at least be crippled!’

Vice Gang Leader Lin slapped the table smugly. He had already given the necessary instructions.

The eyes of the Eldest Young Master and Sixth Young Master glinted with excitement.

The Fourth Young Master, known as the Martial Fool, also had a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

’The positions of the Black Water Gang’s Young Masters have long been set. There’s no room for one more!’

Only at this moment did Tang Wen completely abandon his original plan.

Originally, he had thought that since these three elite Martial Artists each had their own specialty, he would defeat them using their own most proficient techniques.

Eight-armed Yaksha excelled at Night Battle Eight Directions, so he would use that very move to take him down.

By the same token, he would do the same to the other two.

But standing on the stage, facing the three of them, Tang Wen gave up on that idea.

The main reason was that it wasn’t wise to reveal too much. If he showed a gap in power that was too large, how could he trick people into duels for resources later?

WHOOSH!

The Iron Rod cut through the air, aimed straight for his head.

If this blow landed, Tang Wen’s head would burst open like a watermelon.

His feet moved in a blur, and several overlapping illusions appeared as he dodged the strike.

Experts recognize true skill, and the stage was full of them.

"Shadow Nether Step!"

"He’s so proficient?"

"How old is he?"

The Extraordinaries and Sixth-Grade Masters were in an uproar internally.

The more outspoken among them cried out in astonishment.

The ordinary gang members below didn’t have as strong a reaction.

For one, they didn’t know Tang Wen’s situation.

And two, they thought this was only natural. If he didn’t have any skills, wouldn’t daring to fight one against three be a death wish?

The three elites on the stage were even calmer.

They continued to close in on Tang Wen in a fan-shaped formation.

The latter smiled and said, "Gentlemen, we are not enemies. If you wish to spar with me in the future, feel free to come to the Seven Kills Hall. But for today, let’s end it here!"

His voice wasn’t loud, just enough for those on stage to hear.

’What does he mean?’

’Is this kid going to surrender?’

’Heh heh!’

’The Gang Leader himself spoke up before he came on stage. If he surrenders now, the Gang Leader’s faction will lose a lot of face.’

Shui Yun frowned. ’He shouldn’t have gone on stage in the first place, and now he wants to surrender at such an inappropriate time. Oh, well! It’s better to surrender than to get hurt.’

With a flicker, Tang Wen’s figure appeared in a corner of the arena.