I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 52: Chapter Forty-Eight: Kill Each Other

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Watching Fang Han’s sudden eruption of innate Starlight Sword Energy, Tang Luo was somewhat admiring.

The Starlight Sword was not so much a sword attack as it was a method of controlling energy with spiritual energy transforming into a blade; its power varied greatly depending on each individual’s level of cultivation and enlightenment. However, it could be confirmed that the entry-level application of this energy control technique was mostly practiced in the Mortal Realm. That Fang Han, with his cultivation in the Mortal Realm, could use this technique, ‘Hidden Edge,’ demonstrated without a doubt that he was a true martial arts prodigy.

Observing that there were no other Tang Clan warriors around, Fang Han finally stood up straight and said lightly to Tang Luo, “Young Master.” Tang Luo glanced at Fang Han’s impudent appearance and said, “Your current attitude is much more appealing than your previous submissive manner.” Upon hearing Tang Luo’s words, Fang Han’s expression darkened instantly and he fell silent.

“If you’re so proud, why pretend to be a servant?” Tang Luo sneered, pulling out a fake Starlight Stone from his pocket, asking, “Recognize this?” Fang Han squinted at the Starlight Stone in Tang Luo’s hand, his eyes icy, refusing to answer.

Tang Luo shook his head and tossed the imitation stone into the Lingjiang River.    ⁵

“Why don’t you tell me why you ran?”

Fang Han looked into Tang Luo’s face and said word by word, “Among all valuable and precious things, only the capable shall keep them.” “Are you saying I’m not worthy of the Starlight Stone?” Tang Luo laughed, amused and irritated by the insolent man before him.

Fang Han straightened himself, pointed at Tang Luo, looking at him with contempt, If I’d started martial arts training from a young age and had the Starlight Stone as well, I would already be at the peak of the Mortal Realm But you are nothing more than a wretch who has lost all his spiritual energy.” Oh, what a hot temper. Tang Luo raised an eyebrow at the audacity of this rascal who dared to talk back to him.

But Fang Han couldn’t feel Tang Luo’s anger, or maybe he just didn’t care, so he continued, “Young Master, considering you handed me the Starlight Stone, I won’t kill you. I hope you won’t confuse yourself.”

“You even want to kill me?” Tang Luo cracked a smile, hardly believing his own ears.

A thief and an ingrate threatening him?

Tang Luo, enraged to the point of laughter, looked disdainfully at Fang Han and motioned for him to come forward.

“I’m right here, let’s see if you can kill me?”

“Young Master, don’t push me.” Fang Han glared at Tang Luo, his eyes full of murderous intent as he issued a low warning.

The intent to kill filled the air as the two met each other’s gaze.

The sunset had already fallen behind the mountains, casting a large shadow over the earth, as if drawing a dark curtain over their master-servant relationship.

Tang Luo scoffed, raising his right hand; five currents of Wind Attack energy swirled around his fingers, held back but ready to burst forth.

Fang Han’s eyes cleared of hesitation as numerous silver blades of energy exploded from within him, forming a barrier of light around him, bathing him in a divine aura.

He had deeply studied this ‘Hidden Edge’ technique.

Tang Luo ignored the dozens of light blades swirling around Fang Han their sharp edges capable of cutting flesh and bones. He simply held up his right hand and walked forward. His pace wasn’t fast but incredibly steady as if he didn’t see Fang Han as a threat.

Watching Tang Luo’s dismissive attitude, Fang Han was angered: “You’re asking for death.”

He released the hundred-or-so energy blades created from his internal spiritual energy, ready to kill Tang Luo in one fell swoop.

This move, ‘Exploding Blades from Hidden Edge,’ was the most powerful attack he could muster at the moment. Killing an ordinary man lacking Mortal Realm abilities shouldn’t be a problem, he surmised.

He was very confident about his own abilities.

This wasn’t arrogance but a sense of invincibility gained from his victories in numerous martial arts duels. His unbeaten record in combat gave him a sense of his standing among the Mortal Realm warriors. He thought it wasn’t unwarranted to consider himself undefeated in the Mortal Realm.

■Exploding Blades from Hidden Edge’ was one of his biggest assets, that made him look down on the Mortal Realm. Even though it was the simplest move in the Starlight Sword techniques, it was not easy to master.

Turning spiritual energy into energy blades, nourishing them in the Sea of Qi didn’t bring any discomfort due to the soft nature of spiritual energy. But when they transformed into energy blades through a special energy control technique, they became extremely sharp, causing constant abdominal pain.

For a typical Mortal Realm warrior, cultivating more than fifty energy blades was impressive. But Fang Han, merely in the Mortal Realm, had cultivated a staggering one hundred and fifty energy blades.

When these blades explode all at once, the resultant power was equal to a Mortal Realm power attack. The two square-meter piece of dense wood was turned into sawdust by the explosion of fifty of these blades.

And this simultaneous burst of a hundred spiritual blades would doom the young master before me to ascend to the heavens.

Although he did not believe that Tang Luo would be a match for himself, he took it seriously, like a lion hunting a rabbit. Fang Han would not be careless.

With the intent to kill in his heart, he let spiritual blades circulate around him, and with a big stride, he ran towards Tang Luo.

Over a hundred “hidden-blade” spiritual blades seemed to feel their owner’s murderous intent. The circling blades spun madly and eventually gathered together, forming a giant spiritual sword directly aiming at Tang Luo’s throat.

The two were only a dozen meters apart. They were about to collide in an instant, and the long sword formed by the spiritual blades was only half a meter from Tang Luo’s body.

“Goodbye, Mr. Tang.”

There was a flash of cold light in Fang Han’s eyes, and with a push of both palms, he tried to control the spiritual sword to pierce into Tang Luo’s throat.

Picturing Tang Luo’s throat opened by the spiritual blade and gushing out blood, he recited a mourning verse for Tang Luo in his heart.

“What a fool!”

Tang Luo harshly shouted, with his right hand raised, his five fingers clenched and the five “Wind Attack” forces intertwined instantly, giving birth to a remarkably powerful current in the palm of his hand.

The five originally finger-thick Wind Attack forces intertwined and spun, growing visibly thicker and larger, and in an instant rolled into a pillar-like white spiral tornado, drilling towards Fang Han’s chest.

The huge tornado, with its overwhelming force, collided with the spiritual blade.

The long sword composed of hundreds of “hidden-blade” spiritual blades shattered upon the touch of the tornado. The sword, which had gathered together, turned back into individual blades, which were swept into the force becoming part of it.

The tornado mixed with spiritual blades crushed the spiritual sword again and drilled towards Fang Han at an alarmingly fast speed.

In fact, from the moment Tang Luo’s swearing, Fang Han knew he was in deep trouble, but he didn’t expect the situation to turn into this so quickly.

He tried to retreat, but it was too late; the tornado with spiritual blades was already right in front of him.

Desperate, Fang Han dug his foot into the ground, flipping up a rock and placing it in front of his chest.

At that juncture, the tornado had already crushed the spiritual sword and was drilling into Fang Han’s chest.

The boulder merely blocked it for an instant before it was ground into dust, but

at least it blocked the most potent blast from the tornado.

If it wasn’t for the boulder, Fang Han’s body would have been pierced by the tornado, and while the leading edge was blocked, he couldn’t avoid the resulting surge of power. He was carried up by the large tornado, his body twisted like a pretzel.

Fang Han’s clothes and trousers were torn instantly, and his body was covered

in knife-like wounds, blood spurting out.

The tornado mixed with spiritual blades, sharp like a blade, tossed him around as if hundreds of small knives were tormenting his body. Snowflakes burst in the air but couldn’t drip out powerfully.

The once pure white tornado turned into a bloody storm instantaneously.

The tornado carried Fang Han up to the height of more than 20 meters before the powerful force disappeared, and a rain of blood fell from the sky.

A bloody, naked man fell from the sky, limply plummeting towards the ground.

The falling speed kept accelerating, and Fang Han knew he was doomed if he didn’t do something.

With great difficulty, he turned his body to face the rapidly approaching ground, extended his palms, and pushed forcefully.

“Snap, snap!”

“Thud!”

Fang Han’s arms were broken, and his body slammed onto the ground.

Splat-

Fang Han coughed up a pile of blood; he thought he saw a small piece of his internal organ.

Drip, drip, drip.

He struggled to lift his head. With blood all over his face, all he saw was a blur.

“So, where did you hide the Marshal Star, as a man?” Tang Luo walked over to the bloody man, turned Fang Han over with his foot, and asked indifferently..