I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 782: Chapter 76: Where is the Bad Guy

No wonder Martial Saint Mountain is regarded as a sacred land on earth. Any young disciple could possess such profound knowledge of Spirit Art. Ordinary martial artists would surely be thrown into chaos if faced with this hail of ice blades.

But who exactly is Tang Luo? Even if left to be assaulted by those ice shards, they won’t break his skin. However, it would be rather embarrassing for a powerful Fierce Realm fighter like him if those ice shards ripped his clothes.

With the void wheel spinning, Tang Luo exhaled a breath of air against the ice blades filling his sight. It was like a hot whirlwind in the desert, erasing the icy landscape before his eyes.

Jumping down from the altar and looking at the stunned young man, Tang Luo apologized: “Sorry, I am a trial participant. Since there was no one around, I came up to look for some clues. Could you tell me the rules for this challenge?”

Tang Luo, who had taken the young man as a Martial Saint Mountain disciple, wore an apologetic expression. But after hearing Tang Luo’s words, the newcomer not only kept his guard up but displayed an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

“What trial? What rules?” The young man stepped back, a symbol identical to the one on the altar glowing on the back of his hand. He was tightly encased in ice armor formed of Water Spirit Power.

Though he knew he had no chance of winning against the man in front of him who could break his Spirit Art with just a breath, the young man nonetheless took up a fighting stance.

“???”

The scene suddenly became awkward. A confused Tang Luo asked, “Aren’t you a disciple of Martial Saint Mountain?”

“What Martial Saint Mountain, I am a protector of the divine altar.”

Clutching a large sword formed of Spiritual Energy, the sword’s tip aimed at Tang Luo’s nose, he questioned, “Who exactly are you? What plot are you scheming against our Water Tribe’s sacred altar!”

“…Even joking should have limits. Pretending not to know about Martial Saint Mountain is a bit extreme!” Tang Luo did not know how to react. Holding his forehead, he sighed, “Let’s say you aren’t a Martial Saint Mountain disciple. Tell me, now we are in the Minor Spiritual Realm, does the teleportation function of the Divine Jade coins still work? After the trial, how do we get back?”

The impatient young man, with his barrage of baffling questions, finally angered the young altar guard. The guard lunged, the blade pointing straight to Tang Luo’s throat.

A snap of the fingers, the sword shattered, the ice armor was full of cracks, and the young man was blown backwards, landing on the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Just as he tried to get up again to continue the fight, a foot landed on his chest. The ice armor completely broke and shattered, as if a mountain was pressing against his chest, immobilizing him.

“Hey, I mean… give me some clue about the trial content, will you?” Tang Luo looked down at the young man who was still attempting to struggle and sighed, “At least give me some hint, how else can I… What are you doing?!”

The immobilized young man’s Spirit Power rushed wildly towards the mysterious symbol on the back of his hand. His skin turned blue and icy at a visible rate.

After absorbing all the young man’s Spirit Power, the mysterious symbol glowed brilliantly, shooting a ray of dark light towards Tang Luo.

There are kings among the spiritual energies of heaven and earth. They are Jumang who represents wood, Zhurong who represents fire, Xuanming who represents water, Houtu who represents earth, and the fifth is Ruxi who represents metals. These are top-grade spiritual powers comparable to Innate Primary Qi.

The so-called Xuanming, is the epitome of water, extremely cold and yin-based, it is a deathly light that can seal anything.

Tang Luo quickly retreated, opening a black and white vortex, which represents the Innate Yin-Yang Grinding Plate, in his right hand. He absorbed this Xuanming light and struggled to make it disappear.

Retracting the Yin-Yang Grinding Plate, Tang Luo glanced sideways to find the young man who had unleashed the final attack had been transformed into an ice statue. There was no sign of life within, only the symbol on the back of his hand still flickered with a faint light.

“What the hell is this place?” Tang Luo frowned as he looked at the young man, now an ice sculpture, and mused.

Even if Martial Saint Mountain was insane, they wouldn’t just sacrifice a young disciple with limitless potential just for a trial. Recalling the young man’s words about the altar, the guard, and the Water Tribe, what he first thought of as information about the trial now seemed like the truth.

Squatting beside the young man’s icy body, Tang Luo placed his bag full of Divine Jade coins to the side, intending to use his Innate Qi to melt the ice. Even though the other party attacked first, he was not comfortable with the slaughter caused by this misunderstanding. He felt that Martial Saint Mountain had played him for a fool.

Before the ice even fully melted, he heard several sharp noises from the sky in the distance. When he looked over, several middle-aged men were swiftly approaching, each standing on an ice platform.

“Sigh…” Tang Luo stood up, picking up his bag of Divine Jade coins and calmly waiting for them to arrive. He just hoped they wouldn’t be too rash, at least having a bit of conversation first. He truly did not want to get involved in another incomprehensible fight.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived. The ice platforms hovered mid-air. The first thing the three middle-aged men saw was the ice sculpture and Tang Luo standing right in front of it; a tall and muscular young man in fine silk clothes.

One of the middle-aged men, his eyes red, asked, “Who are you? Have you seen a villain who was fighting with our man here not long ago?”noveldrama

“I have seen it, but before I tell you where the villain has gone, could you please tell me where we are, who you are, and if you…” Tang Luo took out a Divine Jade coin from his bag and asked, “Do you recognise this?”

The three middle-aged men on the ice platforms were initially impatient with Tang Luo’s words. However, upon seeing the Divine Jade coin, their expressions suddenly turned to horror.

The middle-aged man who first asked the question had barely concealed greed in his eyes as they darted between the coin and the stuffed coin bag in Tang Luo’s hands.

Looking at the way their eyes lit up, Tang Luo deduced that these Jade coins must be special. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been enough to stir the greed of a Fierce Realm martial artist.

The ice platforms landed, the three middle-aged men walked side by side towards Tang Luo. The leader, wearing a friendly smile, asked, “Young man, where are you from? Based on your attire, you don’t seem to belong to the Gong family. So how did you end up at the Han water altar?”

“My name is Tang Luo. I came from the outside…”

Before he could finish speaking, the expressions on the three men’s faces suddenly turned deadly serious, their eyes fierce and stern. “Outside? Which outside? Outside the Spirit Realm?”

This abrupt change of attitude, true to the reputation of the Water Tribe. Tang Luo shrugged and clutched his bag of Divine Jade coins tightly before answering lightly, “Yes, is there a problem?”

As they approached, the three men dropped their pretense. The leader of the group spoke with an icy voice: “Tell us, where is the Spirit Realm Gate? Where did you anchor your cross-dimensional travel? Also, where did you get these Divine Jades from?”

Looking back at the half-thawed corpse of the guard, Tang Luo sighed, “It seems you guys are no longer interested in knowing where the villain went…”