I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 196 - 196: 192: Impulse (Can I ask for a monthly ticket-)

Chapter 196 - 196: 192: Impulse (Can I ask for a monthly ticket-)

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Tang Hongtao’s laughter could not be concealed, his eyes squinted into a line as he exclaimed repeatedly, “Good, good, good!”

“Master, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go to the research lab now.” Tang Luo, catching a glimpse of several anxious researchers out of the corner of his eye, said to Tang Hongtao.

Tang Hongtao lightly patted Tang Luo on the shoulder, saying comfortingly, “Go ahead, go ahead!”

This prodigious disciple of his was not blinded by temporary success. He had shown measure, courtesy, and restraint, which excited him. Judging from this alone, Tang Luo had done better than his father Tang Sen. Although they were both prodigies, Tang Sen leaned more towards being a pure martial artist, while Tang Luo resembled a scholar. The Tang Clan was indeed fortunate.

After his conversation with Tang Hongtao, Tang Luo rubbed his hands together, walked towards the three people in the distance, and sneered, “Gentlemen, our long research project is about to begin. Are you excited!?”

He had not forgotten how these researchers from the Secret Arts Pavilion had tormented him like a ghost while he was studying the Martial Luo Finger and his body was still in the Mortal Realm. Now with his body transformed into the higher state, he could stay up all night sustained by his cultivation. This time, he would let them all know who the true workaholic was.

Tang Guangyu said indifferently, “Please lead the way, Team Leader Luo.”

The Asura Martial Arts Hall

On the first day of the challenge match, a total of seventy-nine warriors from the Mortal Realm were carried out. These esteemed individuals in the eyes of commoners became cold dead bodies, teaching the common people a lesson in silence.

Just as Elder Xu had predicted, only slaughter and bloodshed could create a shock strong enough to make ignorant people learn respect.

So, by the second day, the large arena was devoid of boos and insults.

The atmosphere in the martial arts hall was only solemn and heavy because all the warriors who attended were above the Mortal Realm. Numerous warriors from various families filled the spectator seats, but not a single one had signed up. Everyone was waiting for someone else to make a move, wanting to gauge the actual strength of Yuan Quan.

In just one day, the fame of Arrow Demon Yuan Quan had echoed throughout Xiling, becoming an unavoidable name in the Mortal Realm. This was due to his dominant performance in the seventy-nine matches with only seventy-nine arrows. This dominant peak warrior of the Mortal Realm was a sight to behold.

If they were to find a warrior who could defeat him, unless someone from the Fierce Realm entered the arena, victory was a long shot. But suppressing people with one’s realm violated the original intention of martial arts.

Therefore, up to this point, everyone sat in their seats in tacit agreement, not uttering a word.

The challenge had been underway for two hours, but no challengers had appeared. This annoyed Yuan Quan, so he shouted loudly, “Is there no warrior in Xiling who can withstand a single arrow from me? And such people dare to brag about their families’ lineage in front of the holy families. How ignorant!”

His voice resounded throughout the martial arts hall, completely defiant. Yuan Quan’s anger could not be placated by merely a few dozen lives of Mortal Realm warriors. For these Xiling people who disrespected the Xu Clan, he intended to unleash his killing intent fully.

His words successfully infuriated the warriors in the audience. Several young men, ignoring the interference of those around them, leaped off the podium and charged towards the sign-up area.

The youngsters’ blood was boiling hot. They valued their dignity, honor, and integrity more. So, how could they back down in the face of Yuan Quan’s provocation?

Yet courage that overlooks the gap in strength is often stupidity, and the cost of such stupidity is often one’s life!

As always, the fast and shining arrow struck. The first young warrior to press forward onto the stage was pierced through the throat by an arrow before he even had a chance to announce his name.

“Next!” Yuan Quan’s emotionless voice, a phrase he had spoken countless times, echoed again through the arena. The stewards expertly removed the corpse from the stage.

Si Jiahao, who had rushed to the sign-up area in a fit of anger, witnessed the cleanly executed warrior. It was as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head. Holding the number two card, he looked at Yuan Quan on the stage and felt his mouth dry up. He swallowed nervously.

He cast his gaze towards the spectator area, hoping to sneak away unnoticed. But he found that all eyes were on him, making it impossible for him to move. Then he heard a chorus of “Go!” “Good luck!” “Don’t chicken out!”

Suddenly feeling dizzy, Si Jiahao found himself inexplicably taking one step after another towards the stage.

The cheering and shouting grew louder, and the young warrior’s steps became more stumbling and shaking, as though he was being pushed onto the stage by the spectators’ shouts.

“Enough!” A stern shout echoed through the martial arts hall, silencing the crowd. All eyes turned to a middle-aged warrior who had jumped down and landed next to Si Jiahao, grabbing his arm.

Si Jiahao, completely at a loss, turned his head to see his father’s gentle gaze. His eyes blurred with tears, he choked out, “Father, I’m scared, save me!”

Si Qingyu looked at his son’s regretful and fearful expression, sighing in his heart: Foolish child, do you know? It’s easy to climb up the stage, but it’s not so easy to come down.

The attendees today are all clan warriors. There are at least thousands in the Mortal Realm. Why hasn’t anyone stepped forward so far? Because they want to see a few more of Yuan Quan’s battles. Because nobody saw the seventy-nine battles yesterday, and the varying levels of the warriors yesterday were not enough as a reference.

They all came to observe Yuan Quan’s combat pattern. Now that a few young people had accepted the challenge, how could the onlookers let them off so easily? Thus the cheers and applause roared aplenty!

The hubbub that had just been halted resumed, this time with curses mixed in, directed at Si Qingyu, who had rushed into the field.

“The bastard should get out of the way and not hinder our brave warrior from getting onto the stage!”

“This man should be carved to pieces for trying to obstruct this sacred duel!”

“Brave warrior, don’t mind him! Go up and teach the Arrow Demon a lesson!” “Where are the stewards of the martial arts hall? Isn’t anyone dealing with the person disrupting the dueling stage?”

At this moment, Si Jiahao, whose name no one knew, seemed to have become a real hero in their hearts, the person most likely to defeat Yuan Quan. They were urging him to the stage.

Si Jiahao heard the crowd’s words, and despair filled his eyes. His helpless gaze didn’t know where to look.

However, the person who had rushed onto the stage to stop the challenger indeed broke the rules. Therefore, two stewards came up and warned, “Please refrain from discouraging the challenger from getting onto the stage!”

Si Qingyu gave them a glance, ignored them, placed his hand on his son’s head, and said with a light laugh, “Silly boy, think more in the future and don’t make any decisions impulsively.” In his heart, he added, this is the last piece of advice your father can offer you.

After giving his son a lingering look, Si Qingyu snatched the number plate from his son’s hand and said to the two stewards, “My son is not adept at martial arts, so I’ll fight.”

Seeing his father taking away his challenge card and hearing his words, Si Jiahao knew right away his father was going to die in his place. A sour feeling arose in his nose, and tears streamed down as he sobbingly said, “Father, don’t. Let’s run, let’s not fight. Didn’t a lot of people run yesterday? Let’s not fight, let’s not fight.”

At this moment, Si Jiahao no longer yearned for fame through battle and was no longer angry. All he felt was terror and fear..