I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 991 - Two Hundred and Eighty-Five Reappearance
Chapter 991: Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Five: Reappearance
Chapter 991 -Two Hundred and Eighty-Five: Reappearance
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Being at home for a thousand days is good, but going out is fraught with difficulties, meaning that once you step out, you might be cruelly beaten by the real world. In this environment, no one will yield to you or accommodate you. Everyone is fighting and scrambling, driven by greed and desire, leading to short-sighted foolishness and fearless bravery that lacks reverence.
Just like before joining the Wuyi Sect, the man before us was at most a notable wandering warrior. But after joining, he still dared to speak wildly before Tang Luo, showing the courage brought on by cult indoctrination of belief.
Before the figment of their mythological invincibility was dispelled, the believers always thought that they could be invincible simply by reciting their doctrine.
Having his cultivation disturbed twice, Tang Luo became truly enraged and decided to give the Wuyi Sect a dose of reality.
The Xuanwu Faziang fell from the southern sky like a towering pillar, its thick legs stomping on the cliffside, while the Mysterious Snake obliterated all the remaining stragglers with a single strike.
The Heavenly Dragon’s Shadow swept gently, turning the loudly boasting fanatic into a mist of blood.
With an emotionless face, Tang Luo spat out thirty-six new Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads from his mouth, along with a Gou Chen Mask and a set of black, gold-patterned Star Robe.
After dispersing the giant Dharma Aspect, Tang Luo covered his face with the Gou Chen Mask and practiced his bone-shrinking skill to the utmost, his bones and muscles creaking as blood and vapor were expelled from his body, transforming his originally brawny build, bear-like in its strength, into one as withered as dry wood.
The thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads spiraled upwards into the sky, drawing in the black clouds and poisonous mists from all directions. The rolling thunders of the Yuan Magnetic Storm began to form above the valley.
The Devil Lord Gou Chen has come to obliterate the sect!
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Serpent’s Fang Mountain Auxiliary Peak
Tong Dali gathered his wives and children in the room, divided up the gold and silver he had saved over the years into several parts, and distributed them to his concubines.
“Take the children and leave this place as fast as you can.”
“What’s going on, husband?”
The wife holding their young daughter asked in confusion, “The Cloud Tiger General has come, and the days on Serpent’s Fang Mountain are getting better and better. Why should we leave?”
A peal of thunder rumbled in the summer afternoon, illuminating the gloomy face of the former leader of Serpent’s Fang Mountain inside the dark house, causing a shiver among the women.
“Don’t ask, don’t investigate, head south. Remember, do not show off your wealth. If I haven’t caught up with you in three days, find a place to settle down and raise the children. Remember, all the boys carry the Tong surname. You may remarry, but if it’s to an outsider, no matter where you are, I will find you, chop off your limbs, and throw you into the snake pit!”
Tong Dali gave a grim smile, revealing his yellowed teeth like a menacing ghoul, and the frightened women hurriedly swore and dashed out the door.
Outside, dark clouds hung overhead and thunder rolled closer, portending an approaching storm. Tong Dali straightened his seventh rank Bear Guard uniform and stepped outside, his eyes filled with resolution.
The sky above Serpent’s Fang Mountain suddenly darkened as if night had fallen prematurely. A dense layer of clouds covered the entire mountain, obscuring all visibility, and lightning clashed within the storm, the intense noise shaking people to their core. Chaos of varying degrees erupted in the camps of the Wuyi Sect.
The sight before them resembled the scene described in their scriptures, where foreign devils would end the world with thunderbolts. Many believers even fell to their knees and started chanting doctrines, hoping the omnipotent and omniscient Southern Heavenly Emperor would come to their rescue.
In the main camp, the leaders reacted swiftly, nearly the moment darkness fell, they emerged from their tents onto the parade ground. But faced with the oppressive black clouds, they could only look at each other in confusion, with no understanding of what was happening.
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Only Fan Yong watched the black clouds filling the sky unflinchingly and bellowed, “Playing tricks like gods and ghosts, take my blade!”
The Wind-Slicing Slash turned into a cyan windstorm, rushing toward the sky, the crescent-shaped blade light surged defiantly, capturing the attention of everyone in the camp.
Just when everyone thought that this slash would clear the skies, the originally calm black clouds suddenly became violent, and countless bolts of lightning fell, turning night into day.
The blade light, boosted by the spiritual blade, did indeed slice through the black clouds, but the camp on Serpent Fang Hill couldn’t avoid the fate of being baptized by lightning.
For ordinary warriors, the lightning in the storm was lethal; just a single round of strikes caused hundreds of wolf soldiers to die from lightning.
These were brothers of the Wuyi Sect, and as the infantry commander, Fan Yong could only watch helplessly as they died before his eyes.
An enraged General Yun Hu rose to the sky, the Wind-Slicing Slash turned into a several-zhang-long cyan blade, wildly slashing at the black clouds and the cloak of lightning in the sky.
Every slash produced a cyan blade light that soared to the heavens, tearing open the black clouds and allowing sunlight to pour through. Numerous blade lights tore dozens of dense slits in the black clouds, and beams of sunlight fell on Fan Yong, making the General Yun Hu appear like a celestial being.
But facing the omnipresent thunderclouds, this bit of light was just a drop in the bucket; every second more people died a terrible death from the lightning strikes.
“Everyone leave the drill ground, take shelter in the mountain caves and tents, and without my command, do not come out!”
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Seeing that it was futile, Fan Yong finally gave the order, but his voice, even when amplified by spiritual power, could not be heard amid the rolling thunder.
Watching his subordinates scatter in disarray after being struck by lightning, General Yun Hu felt a deep hatred. If the three Cloud Tiger Generals were here, a combined attack could scatter the black clouds in the sky; they would not be so passive!
Knowing his commands couldn’t be heard, Fan Yong rose to the sky and, while slicing through the lightning with his cyan blade, shouted upward, “I am the fifth-ranked General Yun Hu, Fan Yong, of the Holy Sect. Who in the heavens is masterfully controlling the clouds and thunder? Please withhold your divine powers and negotiate with Fan!”
Declaring one’s affiliation was a signal for truce. Usually, unless there was a major vendetta, opposing sides would halt hostilities to enter negotiations—this was an unwritten rule in the land of Beimang.
Yet after Fan Yong announced his identity, not only did the other party not withdraw their powers, but the lightning strikes became even more fierce.
Since joining the Wuyi Sect, General Yun Hu had never encountered such an obstinate person. Even the well-established powers of Beimang would show respect to the name of the Wuyi Sect; could it be that this person was not a warrior of Beimang?
With doubts, Fan Yong charged into the dense black clouds, intending to demand an explanation from the visitors, but who would have thought that as soon as he plunged into the black clouds, he would be ambushed.
The Imperial Magnetic Beads, fast as shooting stars and trailing arcs of lightning, struck furiously at him. Sensing danger, Fan Yong positioned his Wind-Slicing Slash blade defensively in front of him, and heard a “ding”!
Something struck his spiritual blade; the formidable force sent him flying back, blade and all, which shocked Fan Yong to his core.
Immediately after, he felt the roaring blasts of thunder from all directions, as much as ten times that of before.
Without time to hesitate, Fan Yong executed his unique skill, the Slicing Wind Slash. His spiritual blade, the Wind-Slicing Slash, turned into numerous streaks of cyan light, protecting his entire body.
No matter from which angle the Imperial Magnetic Beads approached, they were knocked away. Amid the clinking and clanging sounds, Fan Yong was like a lone piece of wood in the ocean, swaying back and forth.
