When Tang Wen stepped onto the field, carrying a bag of pebbles and a long knife on his back, the Blood Spear Awakener was sitting on the ground, holding a metal flask and gulping down a liquid that resembled medicinal soup.
His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that the continuous bursts of his abilities had taken a toll on his mental state.
"The ground is cold, don't sit there!" Tang Wen said with a sincere expression.
The people around him were momentarily stunned.
Why was he showing concern for his enemy?
Tang Wen continued, "Kneel! Come on, face me."
"You're asking for death!"
"Hah! Come at me! Let's start now, a second late and you're a turtle's son!" Tang Wen sneered.
The Awakener was furious, but he quickly realized, "Such an obvious provocation, do you think I'll fall for it?"
He grinned menacingly, staring at Tang Wen's annoyingly handsome face, thinking to himself that he would definitely aim for the throat first, not giving this pretty boy a chance to surrender.
Tang Wen scoffed, "What provocation? What difference does five more minutes of rest make? I think you just want to be a turtle's grandson!"
Tang Wen had three bags of pebbles on him, both openly and hidden, and his fighting style was different from anyone else's.
He speculated that he should be the least affected by the opponent's abilities.
So he was fearless, relentlessly taunting.
The Awakener looked at him with murderous intent, no longer in the mood to Enter Stillness and recover his spirit.
How could he, a prodigy, endure such humiliation!
A few minutes later, the pebbles were thrown into the air.
The Awakener smirked coldly, seeing that Tang Wen also had pebbles in his hand, and mocked, "Only children fight by throwing pebbles."
He didn't notice that after he said this, Commander Zhao, along with Zhou Bing, who had insisted on coming to watch the match, all showed very unnatural expressions.
Plop, the pebbles hit the ground.
The match officially began.
The Awakener was about to hurl more threats when a terrifying roar suddenly echoed in his ears:
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Tang Wen went all out from the start, firing Sonic Boom Level Pebbles in rapid succession.
The Awakener's expression changed drastically, and he quickly raised his shield to protect his face!
Bang, bang, bang!
It felt like being hit head-on by a battering ram.
The Awakener was forced back seven or eight steps, reaching the edge of the arena before he managed to steady himself.
He was furious inside—how deceitful, utterly deceitful!
Before he could say anything, the sound of something cutting through the air rang out again.
He hurriedly shouted, "Strain! Strain!"
After shouting twice, he felt dizzy and disoriented.
After all, even though his abilities were strong, they still relied on mental energy to sustain them.
He had fought multiple battles today, and his energy was already depleted.
But his abilities worked as effectively as ever.
He saw the annoying pretty boy frown and shake his hands, as if he didn't dare to throw anymore.
In reality, just as he shouted "Strain," Tang Wen's experience panel flashed.
Nothing happened.
Tang Wen shook his hands, confirming that everything was normal.
But he had an idea, and he hugged his arms, pretending to be in great pain.
He stumbled backward in panic.
"Foot slip!"
Stepping out of the arena meant losing! The Awakener was determined to take down Tang Wen and wouldn't allow him to surrender and leave so easily.
Thud!
In his panic, Tang Wen dropped the bag of pebbles.
"Haha! Idiot!" the Awakener laughed loudly.
Not just his opponent, even Commander Zhao shook his head: this Tang Wen was still too young, lacking combat experience.
He took two steps forward, ready to intervene and save him.
The people from Flame Camp felt it was a pity: if it weren't for the opponent's ridiculously overpowered abilities, Tang Wen might have had a chance to win.
Wu Tian, from the same team, clicked his tongue, thinking Tang Wen shouldn't have thrown away the bag of pebbles—it would have been better to at least intimidate the opponent.
Tang Wen quickly retreated.
The Awakened shouted, "Slip!"
As he yelled, he leaped into action, his blood-red spear slicing through the air like a bolt of lightning, aimed directly at Tang Wen!
Clearly, he intended to replicate the scene from the first battle.
Without a shield or a long blade, Tang Wen would surely fall, just as before, and be pinned to the ground by the spear!
"Not good!"
Commander Zhao and the others gasped, as if witnessing the tragedy unfold once more.
"Tang Wen!" Zhou Bing's vision darkened.
In the blink of an eye.
Tang Wen suddenly calmed down, sidestepping the blood-red spear. His hand reached to his waist, pulling out another pouch of stones.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
Three supersonic shots in rapid succession.
"This is impossible. Ah!"
The change came too quickly.
The Awakened was stunned!
Still in mid-air, not yet fully landed, he reacted swiftly to Tang Wen's attack, using his shield to block his body. But in his haste, he couldn't cover everything.
His left foot, exposed beyond the shield, took a direct hit.
As if struck by a large-caliber hand cannon, his left foot shattered into pieces, splattering everywhere.
Clang, the shield fell to the ground.
The crowd was stunned by the reversal, mouths agape, eyes wide with astonishment, like a flock of dumbfounded geese.
Tang Wen showed no mercy, firing another supersonic stone at the base of the shield.
After a deafening crash, the Awakened staggered, the bottom of the shield slamming into his foot, causing the shield to tilt and expose his forehead.
At that moment, he finally understood what had happened, screaming, "You're not affected by my ability, you're not affected by the Doom Art. This can't be..."
Crack!
Before he could finish his sentence, a stone flew by, and he suddenly felt a lightness on his head, a cool sensation as if he had been shaved bald.
Then, he and the shield fell to the ground together.
No one looked at him; they all instinctively stared at his flying skullcap.
Tang Wen turned back, smiling at the stunned Zhou Bing.
Zhou Bing wasn't looking at the skullcap; she was looking at Tang Wen, her mind echoing the words: You're not affected by the Doom Art!
The scene remained silent for a good ten seconds.
"Ah! We won! We won!"
The formation of the Flame Battalion erupted in cheers.
The tall Zhang Lin jumped up, wanting to hug An Lei beside him.
But her glare scared him off, so he turned to hug his own captain instead.
"Damn it!"
General Zhou was surprised to find that Old Black Devil, contrary to expectations, did not fly into a rage.
The people from Black Mountain Camp didn't step forward to collect the body either.
Instead, the middle-aged man who could discern ages earlier walked out with a dazed expression, leading a group of people.
"Young master! Young master! What should we do now?"
General Zhou, with his extraordinary hearing, noticed a slight change in his expression: "He's not one of yours. Who did you bring?"
Old Black Devil lowered his voice: "This matter has escalated, the waters here are deep, your camp can't handle it. Here's what we'll do, you hand over that kid on the stage to me privately! Maybe this won't spill over to you!"
Hearing this, General Zhou felt reassured. If it were truly a big deal, Old Black Devil would have already taken action.
He urged with a smile, "We've won, it's your turn to send someone up!"
Old Black Devil pressed his temples.
They had spent a fortune to bring in this young ability user and set up this scheme.
Now, not only was he dead, but it also seemed they might lose the three-and-a-half-year mining rights for the coal mine.
Would his godfather, the Black Mountain King, spare him?
His heart sank as he continuously calculated something.
His gaze drifted to Tang Wen, who was picking up the pouch of stones, and his lips twitched. A genius like this, why wait to eliminate him? What are we waiting for?
Waiting to be annexed by the Flame Camp?
With a cold laugh in his heart, he made his decision.
...
The martial arts competition continued.
Bang!
The person from the Black Mountain Camp, holding a shield, stepped onto the arena and felt as if he had collided not with a stone, but with a crazed beast.
Both the man and his shield couldn't stop retreating until he was out of the arena, sitting down with a thud.
Tang Wen won two matches in a row.
The third person stepped onto the stage, and two stones rolled out.
Three more people took turns stepping onto the arena, only to quickly roll off.
Tang Wen achieved six consecutive victories.
"We won, we won!"
"Six in a row! Our team!"
"Tang Wen is amazing," Zhang Lin shouted loudly.
An Lei, full of admiration, raised her spear high and cheered along with everyone.
Tang Wen was enthusiastically patted on the shoulder by the crowd.
Everyone who gave him
a hearty pat couldn't help but frown, wondering why his shoulders were so hard!
He walked up to Zhou Bing and slightly raised his head.
"Sister Bing, we won!"
"You're not affected by the Doom Art?"
Huh?
Tang Wen frowned, nodding slightly with a hint of confusion.
Sister Bing, your concern seems a bit off, doesn't it?
(End of chapter)