Chapter 283 - 238: I Have a Blade, Pray Behold

Chapter 283: Chapter 238: I Have a Blade, Pray Behold

His face was weather-beaten, and he looked to be around forty-five years old. The large blade in his hand, shaped like an Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, was over three meters long.

Tang Wen looked behind him.

Li Zi trotted up, her chest bouncing noticeably under her clothes. She hesitantly handed him a Bamboo Blade. "Are you really going to use this toy blade?" she asked, worried.

"Don’t worry."

Tang Wen took the Bamboo Blade and walked to the center of the arena.

Everyone could see clearly, but they were completely baffled.

A Bamboo Blade. Everyone had seen one, and perhaps even trained with one.

But no one would ever use it in a real fight.

A blade that shattered on impact had no practical use in combat.

If anything, it was a liability.

’Youngsters just love to be different!’

’He’ll learn his lesson the hard way!’

The women were filled with anticipation, yet afraid Tang Wen would get hurt.

The vast majority of the men were just waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

A flash of resignation crossed the Black Water Gang Leader’s eyes. "This kid... he always manages to pull some new trick."

The Thirteen Thieves’ Leader glanced at the Bamboo Blade, then dismissed it. "I am Shassen. Having been slighted, I have come to ask the Seventh Young Master for a lesson. Ten moves shall be the limit."

"Slighted?" Tang Wen stared at him and said flatly, "You know perfectly well what this is about. But no matter who instigated you to come cause trouble for me, I will indulge you!"

After speaking, he swept his gaze over the other twelve men below the stage.

Shassen’s grip on his long blade tightened.

He had been a thief for a long time and had killed countless people.

Whether Tang Wen believed him or not, he had to make his move.

"Forgive my offense!"

Shassen shouted, killing intent already stirring in his heart.

His ten-foot-long blade danced, and a dark mist began to spread.

Tang Wen stood his ground, unmoving.

A familiar aura washed over him.

A dark tower materialized out of thin air, pressing down on Tang Wen.

The long blade stirred a fierce wind, aiming straight for his chest, abdomen, and head!

The Dark Shackles took hold.

The long blade aimed for his vitals.

There was no probing, no preamble—this was a killing technique!

This was a fight not just to determine a winner, but to decide life and death.

The Sixth Young Master, the mastermind behind the scenes, was startled. ’Is he that reckless?’

’The Thirteen Thieves of the Desert Sea want to kill Tang Wen?!’

Tang Wen’s figure flickered, and he broke free from the mental Locking.

The tower came crashing down, and the long blade arrived before his eyes.

To outsiders, he was already on the verge of death.

Killing intent flashed in Shui Yun’s eyes. ’Lao Liu, the Thirteen Thieves of the Desert Sea... they’re all dead men in my book.’

The aura around Feng San Niang pulsed faintly. She didn’t know the extent of Tang Wen’s skills and thought he was doomed.

Fortunately, seeing that Shui Yun, Li Zi, and the others hadn’t moved, she calmed down a little and didn’t rush to save him.

SHIING!

The long blade sliced through an afterimage, hitting nothing but air.

The Dark Tower dissipated. Tang Wen’s real body had brushed past the edge of the long blade.

Shassen’s eyes were calm.

His first strike having missed, he didn’t withdraw the blade. Instead, he let its momentum carry his body into a fierce spin, the blade’s tip slashing down diagonally.

Tang Wen’s body shattered again.

It was another illusion.

Shassen steadied himself and drew back his blade. Veins bulged on both his hands as he swung the massive weapon in a Sweeping Thousand Armies, its edge carving a huge arc through the air.

This time, Tang Wen wouldn’t be able to get by with just an afterimage.

His upper body remained motionless as he tapped his foot and slid backward abruptly.

A biting, cold wind whipped up by the blade’s tip rushed toward him, ruffling Tang Wen’s black hair. His eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

Shassen’s heart sank. ’Speed... my speed is actually slower than someone who has just reached the Initial Entry into the Extraordinary realm!’

SWISH, SWISH, SWISH!

The long blade slashed repeatedly, but Tang Wen didn’t block any of the strikes, merely retreating and dodging.

"That’s six strikes!"

A spectator in the crowd shouted in a low voice.

The Sixth Young Master’s heart grew heavy. ’How is Tang Wen’s Shadow Nether Step so powerful?! He’s not actually going to win, is he?’

’Damn it!’

’Doesn’t that mean his strength is greater than mine?’

’Besides, someone placed a bet on him to win.’

He glanced at Feng San Niang, and his expression turned even uglier when he remembered the bet of five thousand taels of gold.

WHOOM! WHOOM!

In the blink of an eye, two more strikes flew by.

The eyes of those who had bet on Tang Wen to lose lit up.

Tang Wen had been forced into a corner.

An inch of length is an inch of strength.

Shassen was no fool. Since he couldn’t overcome Tang Wen’s Body Technique, he wasn’t about to insist on maneuvering with him in an open area.

Starting from the third strike, he had been consciously forcing him toward a corner of the arena.

’The chance has come!’

WHOOSH~

A low sound of slicing wind rang out.

The three-meter-plus long blade spun like a windmill as it flew toward Tang Wen in the corner.

A thrown blade!

Once it left his hand, the long blade carried the sound of wind and thunder, its power even more astonishing.

Shassen followed close behind, twisting as he lunged forward. He was enveloped in black qi, and the forms of multiple black arms had already appeared behind his back!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

His fists tore through the air at high speed.

Unleashing a series of rapid-fire explosive sounds!

Night Divine Fist—Night Battle Eight Directions.

The fists sealed off all of Tang Wen’s room to dodge. He could retreat, but falling off the arena meant he would lose.

Either surrender or face it head-on!

Below the stage, the other Thirteen Thieves clenched their fists, excitement flashing in their eyes like wolves that had caught the scent of blood!

Shui Yun leaned forward slightly, her hand gripping the armrest of her chair.

Feng San Niang raised an eyebrow, her eyes unblinking.

The spectators were excited, calm, or faintly expectant.

Tang Wen took half a step back and gripped his blade.

Astonishment flashed in the eyes of many.

’In such a desperate situation, what use is a Bamboo Blade?’

’It would be more straightforward to just shout "Help!" or "I surrender!"’

The light and translucent Bamboo Blade met the spinning, killing long blade.

SHIING!

The Bamboo Blade flicked upward diagonally.

In the blink of an eye, it collided with the steel long blade.

BAM!

A flash of light.

The tip and hilt of the long blade flew out of control.

The fanaticism in Shassen’s eyes froze, instantly transforming into utter horror!

Blade aura!

’A blade aura... actually appeared on that ridiculous Bamboo Blade!’

Before he could even process what this meant,

The thin, several-inch-long blade aura instantly expanded!

One foot, two feet... ten feet!

The crowd of spectators erupted in an uproar.

’What is that!’

’What in the world is that thing!’