Weapon Master

Chapter 137

"Tang Huan, still talking, you suddenly made a move, you truly do not know how to be courteous at all, you are truly worthy of being the abandoned son of the Furious Waves City, your education is truly lacking. "

"Today, I will properly teach you how to conduct yourself."

The weak looking young man retreated, the black whip in his hand shook quickly, the whip that was a few metres long suddenly stretched straight, as though it had turned into a hard rod, directly sweeping down towards Tang Huan's Crimson Flame Spear.

Tang Huan's mind was calm like water, and was not angered by the skinny youth's sarcastic remarks.

When the youth spoke, his eyes revealed a cunning look, allowing Tang Huan to understand that he was not as arrogant and proud as he was. The reason why his words were so annoying was only because he wanted to enrage.

This guy had succeeded, Tang Huan was indeed a little angry.

However, this guy did not know that if he did not have enough strength to ensure his victory and infuriate his opponent, his end would become even more miserable.

"Bam!"

In a split-second, the long whip that was as hard as iron struck the spearhead, causing an ear-piercing sound similar to the sound of metal colliding. But just as the voice came out, the hard braid suddenly softened without any warning, and borrowing the force of the impact, it spiraled rapidly, looping itself around the Crimson Flame Spear's spear head.

"Come here!"

The thin youth could not help but reveal a hint of joy in his eyes. As he shouted, his right foot that was retreating kicked the ground and his right arm that was holding onto the long whip jerked back.

However, the spear in Tang Huan's hand did not move at all. A few meters away, Tang Huan was still sneering mockingly.

When the thin and weak youth saw this, his expression changed greatly.

In less than half a blink of an eye, the long whip had already started vibrating. The whip immediately loosened up, as if it wanted to break away from the tip of the spear.

"Do you think I can just let it go if you want to?"

Tang Huan suddenly snorted coldly, and the body of the spear immediately twisted, releasing an exceptionally intense buzzing sound, while the tip of the fiery red spear also started to spin quickly, not only did the whip not break free, it actually entangled itself even more tightly with the tip of the spear.

"Come here!"

While he shouted lowly, Tang Huan also lashed out ruthlessly like a skinny youth. He moved the Crimson Flame Spear along with his arm, and the Crimson Flame Spear pulled the long whip.

In an instant, the huge pulling force extended to the end of the whip.

"Aiya!"

The youth cried out in alarm. His thin and weak body was carried by the long whip, and he flew out uncontrollably.

He obviously did not expect that his whip would be entangled by Tang Huan's Crimson Flame Spear, nor did he expect that Tang Huan's power would be so strong and ferocious. He was so frightened by the sudden turn of events that his face paled, and quickly let go of his whip.

Even so, he still staggered forward a few steps before regaining his balance.

"Chi!"

Tang Huan swung his spear, causing the whip wrapped around the tip of the spear to fall to the ground, following that, the Crimson Flame Spear pierced through the space once again, heading straight for the weak looking teenager's chest, the terrifying heat spread out like a stormy wave, enveloping him and causing his entire body to be completely engulfed.

"Tang Huan, wait, wait, I was just joking with you." The thin youth's face turned pale. He quickly retreated while waving his hand.

"I'm just joking with you!"

Tang Huan scoffed, the Crimson Flame Spear in his hand did not slow down at all, and in an instant, the distance between him and the skinny youth was less than half a meter.

Is there a need for you to joke like that?

The weak looking young man's face was drained of blood, he cursed in his heart, and his body spun quickly like a top, barely dodging the terrifying spear attack. Then, he ran out of the competition grounds with all his might, roaring out, "Tang Huan, don't do it, I admit …"

"Ahh …"

The youth's "lost" word had yet to even leave his mouth when it was replaced by a miserable scream. It was Tang Huan's Crimson Flame Spear sweeping over from the back, and directly striking his back with lightning speed.

"Bam!" The youngster's frail body was immediately thrown into the air like a piece of leather. He flew through the air like a cloud and landed heavily outside of the martial arena. He lay on the ground spitting out blood, unable to get up.

"Road boy!"

The moment the exclamation was heard, two young men around the age of twenty ran out of the crowd and helped the thin youngster up.

After a quick survey of the skinny youth's condition, one of the young men wearing a light green robe glared at Tang Huan and shouted in anger: "Tang Huan, you're too ruthless! Even Lu Tong is about to admit defeat, how dare you hit him with such a heavy blow!"

"I only taught him how to be a good person."

Tang Huan smiled indifferently, and returned the words that Lu Tong had said before back to him, "If he was truly ruthless, then he would already be a corpse now."

"You … Tang Huan, we are not done with this yet. "

"Oh? "Welcome to take revenge on me!"

"..."

"Number 369 wins!" At the side of the martial arena, the referee's announcement resounded through the air.

… ….

Roughly half an hour later, at the 12th arena.

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A loud sound exploded out. On the other side of Tang Huan, the muscular man seemed to be drunk as he staggered a few steps back, then sat down on the ground with his butt. The long axe in his hand fell to the ground at the same time.

"You lost!"

Tang Huan smiled slightly, he moved quickly, and the Crimson Flame Spear in his hands went straight in, the sharp and hot tip of the spear piercing towards the sturdy man's throat like lightning, but in the end, it only stopped in front of his neck.

"Number 369 wins!"

… ….

Another two hours later, in the eighth arena.

"Hu!"

A figure was rolling on the ground at a speed that even the naked eye couldn't catch.

However, every time that figure rolled around, there was a dazzling stream of fiery red light that seemed to graze his clothes and pierce the ground. It was incredibly thrilling.

"Bang!" Bang! "Bang …"

After the fiery red light entered the ground, it immediately soared into the air and chased after the rolling figure. However, every time it moved up and down, a tyrannical power would leak out and blow up a large clump of sand, leaving behind many craters on the ground.

When the figure flipped out the red line, the extreme movement immediately transformed into tranquility. This extremely frightening scene seemed to have suddenly frozen in place.

"Senior is indeed powerful."

After a long while, Tang Huan finally pulled out the Crimson Flame Spear that was over a foot deep in the ground. He cupped his hands and smiled, and a trace of unconcealable admiration appeared in his eyes.

"Little bro, you are better than me."

Outside of the red line, the figure of a person lying on the ground also jumped up. It was an old man in his sixties with a head full of gray hair and a head full of white hair.

"Number 369 wins!"

At this moment, at the edge of Arena Eight, the referee's voice resounded above the area.

So far, Tang Huan had already won three rounds in a row today!