And the secret art of the Tongluo used this belief of theirs as its foundation.
Depending on one's mastery of the technique, differing Tongluo War Gods would be formed by one. Even though their young master was only able to produce the primary form of the Tongluo War God, just a simple silhouette, it was still an astounding feat already.
At the very least, no True Martial realm 1-dan cultivator would be able to stand against this.
"Young master, kill him!..." Blinded by excitement, a Tongluo youth yelled in their native tongue as he waved his hands in agitation. The martial arts of the Tongluo weren't created for the purpose of sparring, but for war and slaughter.
Boom!
As soon as Abutong drove his Stellar Energy to its maximum and summoned the Tongluo War God, his figure immediately disappeared from the spot he was standing at.
An incomparably powerful but savage aura burst from Abutong. With a scarlet flash of light, he charged forth like a streak of lightning. This time, his speed was far swifter than before. Immense might gathered in his right fist as he thrust it forward, executing yet another secret art of the Tongluo Tribe, Legion Crusher!
Boom!
A formidable shock wave rushed into the surrounding as Abutong smashed it into Wang Chong. The tiles on the ground immediately cracked into fragments, and dust billowed into the sky.
"Abutong, is this all you can do?" a cold sneer sounded behind Abutong. Hearing everyone's shocked exclaimations, Abutong turned around, only to see three identical Wang Chongs standing behind him.
"Phantom Steps!"
"Gongzi has mastered it!"
Around ten steps away, Xu Qi, Nie Yan, Gao Feng, and the others' faces immediately glowed in delight. They all knew that Wang Chong was skilled in an extremely unique movement technique known as Phantom Steps, they had witnessed the wonders of it before.
But what they were unaware of was that Wang Chong had already managed to master the Phantom Steps to its pinnacle, allowing him to form three identical illusions of himself simultaneously.
Perhaps others might just regard this secret art as a means of escape and dodging, but everyone knew that its uses would far exceed just those in Wang Chong's hands.
"Great! With this secret art, gongzi will at least be able to fight on equal grounds with Abutong!" Zhuang Zhengping exclaimed excitedly.
As long as Abutong was unable to determine which Wang Chong was the real one, it would be difficult for him to land a blow. On the contrary, he might even unwittingly expose his vulnerabilities instead.
In the Deflecting Blade Manor, everyone had crossed hands with Wang Chong, so they were well aware of this. Wang Chong's cultivation realm might not seem to be any higher than them, but somehow, he was always able to find their flaw and exploit it.
"Heh, interesting!" Abutong's eyes studied the three illusions for a moment before abruptly chuckling. Wang Chong's movement technique might be profound, but Abutong had seen his fair share of formidable movement techniques as well.
In his view, that movement technique was nothing more than a fanciful performance. It was precisely this kind of technique that proved to be the most useless on the battlefield. In the end, a battle between martial artists still relied on true strength.
"Wang Chong, I have no idea what you're up to, but if you think you can defeat me like that, then I must say that you are sorely underestimating me," Abutong smiled derisively. It wasn't out of sheer luck that he was able to walk out of battlefields alive. Wang Chong was using the technique on the wrong person.
Today, he was determined to make Wang Chong lose tragically!
Weng!
In just an instant, Abutong had already changed his blows. Hong long, amidst the tremoring of space, the Tongluo War God behind Abutong raised his arms up high and roared.
And just as the roar occurred, the thousands of bloody edges around Abutong suddenly rotated furiously, and with a shrill whiz, they flew toward Wang Chong.
There were simply too many of those bloody edges! They sealed the space all around Wang Chong, sealing every last one of his paths of escape.
Even his illusions were locked down!
"This is bad. Retreat!"
"Gongzi, careful!..."
The entire scene immediately plunged into chaos.
Chapter 302: Eight Steps of the Furious Flood Dragon!
Chapter 302: Eight Steps of the Furious Flood Dragon!
The fearsome, trembling and bloody edges weren't just directed toward Wang Chong. Even those behind him were within its area of attack.
This was a habit of the Tongluo Tribe.
The members of the Tongluo Tribe would never hold back. As long as they could slaughter their enemies, they had no qualms regarding the means.
This was the same for duels amongst the members of the Tongluo Tribe themselves.
No one would hold back in a battle, so the fight between fellow Tongluo Tribe members tended to be extremely intense as well. In fact, there was a significant number of deaths each year as a result.
Abutong's move had embroiled everyone within it.
"This move won't work on me!"
Seeing the huge number of bloody edges sealing every single inch of space around him, Wang Chong began chuckling instead. In the next instant, without any warning, Wang Chong flicked his fingers, and sou!, sword qi that was as thin as a spider's net but extended over a length of a dozen zhang shot out from his ten fingers.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword qi were shot out, and all of them struck multiple bloody edges accurately.
And the sharp bloody edges immediately broke apart like fragile glass upon encountering Wang Chong's sword qi. In just a few breaths, Wang Chong had already shattered all of the dangerous bloody edges in the air.
This was the result of Wang Chong's diligence during this period of time!
Wang Chong had continuously tempered his sword qi, compressing them and bulking them up over and over again... And the final result was that he was able to easily shoot a dozen sword qi from his fingers, and perfectly control the angle and force of every single one of them, as well.
Abutong's Tongluo secret art was formidable, but it was not worth a mention before Wang Chong's Art of Life Massacre.
Hong long!
Just as Wang Chong shattered every single bloody edges in the surroundings, a powerful fist suddenly tore through space and crushed down on him.
Abutong possessed sharp instincts that allowed him to see and seize all possible opportunities to destroy his opponent. Even though his thousands of bloody edges had been shattered, Abutong still gained an opportunity to get into close quarters with the real Wang Chong and land a fist on him.
"If this is what you wish!" Wang Chong chuckled. To everyone's astonishment, instead of dodging, Wang Chong raised his fist and faced Abutong's fearsome punch instead.
"Gongzi!" From behind, Zhuang Zhengping and Xu Qi's heart tightened, and their lips turned dry. No one could have thought that Wang Chong would actually face Abutong straight-on.
Given that Wang Chong's cultivation realm was beneath Abutong’s, and his movement technique was far superior to the latter, the logical course of action should be to dodge!
Yet, Wang Chong chose the most disadvantageous option.
Hong long!
A powerful shock wave surged through the area, and before everyone's astounded gaze, Wang Chong's arm trembled for a moment before catching Abutong's fist perfectly.
Weng!
Abutong's face twisted in astonishment.
"Impossible!" Abutong stared at Wang Chong in disbelief. He knew the depths of his strength, and even a True Martial realm 1-dan expert would find it difficult to withstand his blow, needless to say, an Origin Energy realm martial artist.
Yet, Wang Chong actually managed to withstand his attack!
... How could something like this happen?
The powerful rebound he felt from his arm further amplified his shock. Abutong had gone t
hrough many battles, but he had never met such a situation before.
"How could this fellow be so strong!!"
The Tongluo Tribe members behind Abutong was completely astonished by the sight before them. They were even more stupefied than Abutong by this conclusion.
Abutong was the young master of their Tongluo Tribe, and he possessed incredible talents.
No one could have expected Wang Chong to be able to withstand Abutong's attack.
Faced with such an unexpected situation, they began to panic.
Before this, they possessed no doubt about Abutong's victory, but at this moment, their faith was shaking.
"Hmph! Abutong, you're too arrogant. It can't be that you thought that you were the strongest person in this training camp?"
As Wang Chong's fist kept Abutong firmly at bay, he gazed upon the latter's astonishment nonchalantly, as if he had expected all of this.
After mastering Might of the Barbaric God, Wang Chong was able to call upon the Incarnation of the Barbaric God, allowing him to rival a True Martial realm expert in terms of strength.
Even though his stamina was still lacking in comparison—after all, the gap between an Origin Energy realm and True Martial realm couldn't be breached that easily—it was still more than enough for him to withstand a blow from Abutong.
Peng!
With a burst of Stellar Energy, Wang Chong jolted Abutong away, and the both of them pulled apart.
"Since you have made your move, it should be my turn now." A confident smirk surfaced on Wang Chong's lips as he looked at Abutong. With that previous clash, Wang Chong had gained a good idea of Abutong's fighting style, the might of his halo, his speed, and his reflexes.
So, it was time for him to retaliate.
"Abutong, if you can withstand this attack from me, I'll admit that I'm not a match for you!"
Before Abutong's astonished gaze, Wang Chong exerted the strongest secret art he had at his disposal—or perhaps, even the strongest secret art within the Origin Energy realm!
If he couldn't even defeat Abutong with this move, it would basically mean that he would be unable to defeat the latter at all.
"Eight Steps of the Furious Flood Dragon!..."
Wang Chong stepped forward, and a tempestuous aura suddenly burst forth from him. The incredible energy from it twisted even space itself.
All anyone saw was the flicker of a shadow when Wang Chong disappeared right before their eyes.
"Shit!" A strong sense of danger suddenly struck Abutong's heart. This was the first time he had felt threatened throughout the fight. Without any hesitation, Abutong immediately summoned yet another set of thousand bloody edges and shot them in the surroundings.
But nevertheless, Abutong was still too late.
Peng peng peng peng!
Eight deafening explosions boomed in the air. But unlike the previous time where the fist imprints scattered in the surroundings, all of the punches were aimed at the same point!
ROARR!
Vaguely, one could see eight flood dragons rampaging in the surroundings. Before anyone could fully comprehend what was going on, a loud cry echoed. The Stellar Energy surrounding Abutong, along with the thousand dangerous bloody edge around him, were shattered by the frenzied might of the eight blows instantaneously.
And after crushing the layer of Stellar Energy around Abutong, the furious might crashed heavily into him. Abutong could barely yell out before he was crushed down into the ground by Wang Chong's Eight Steps of the Furious Flood Dragon.
"This is bad!"
"Young master!"
"Hurry up and stop him!"
The faces of the dozen Tongluo youths immediately warped in astonishment. Without any hesitation, they charged forward in an attempt to save Abutong.
"If anyone dares to move, I'll kill him!"
With a flash of shadow, Wang Chong leaped across space and sat on top of Abutong. Holding the latter down with his left hand, he raised his right hand and punched Abutong heavily.
Fearful that Wang Chong would really injure their young master, they could only stop.
"Wang Chong! You dare!" Savagery flashed across Huorja's eyes. With Abutong held captive, he had become the Tongluo youths' de facto leader.
Huorja also never expected such an outcome, but regardless of the situation, he had to get his young master back safely.
"Wang Chong, if our young master suffers any injury, you won't be able to withstand the wrath of our Tongluo Tribe!..." Huorja threatened, fury burning in his eyes.
The Tongluo Tribe did take pride in dying in battle, but that didn't mean that they didn't value of their tribesmen. If Wang Chong dared to do anything to Abutong, the thirty thousand Tongluo elites would surely charge up to the Wang Clan and make them regret this dearly.
"Hmph!" Hearing Huorja's words, Wang Chong's eyes turned cold, and rage rose in his chest. He had long heard that the Tongluo Tribe often threatened others with the might of their cavalry in the capital.
Even the scions of powerful clans weren't spared from this.
After all, the Tongluo was a warrior clan. To avoid unnecessary trouble, most would choose to stay out of their path. But it was a pity that they had encountered the wrong opponent.
"Hmph! Are you all planning to revolt?" Grabbing Abutong by his neck, Wang Chong lifted the latter up from the ground. An incredibly cold aura suddenly burst forth from him, turning the atmosphere so frigid as if it was the middle of winter. Even Xu Qi, Nie Yan, and the others couldn't help but be astonished by this turn of events.
"Where do you think you are? With those thirty thousand men of yours, you still dare to start a rebellion in Great Tang? Give it a try, then! Let's see how every single last one of your thirty thousand Tongluo cavalry will be beheaded for leaving the military barracks without any deployment order!"
Wang Chong was the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains in his previous life, and the blood which had drenched his hands could fill a river.
If the Tongluo thought that they could threaten him like that, they were truly barking up the wrong tree.
"If a rebellion is what you want, I'll accede your wish then!"
Chi! A cold gleam flashed, and a three chi sword was stabbed into Abutong's left shoulder. Blood began trickling down the sword.
"Bastard! You lunatic!"
The eyes of the Tongluo youths turned red with agitation at Wang Chong's actions. If not for their young master being held hostage, they would have dashed forward to rip the latter into pieces.
No one could have thought that Wang Chong would really dare to lay his hands on Abutong. And what further infuriated them was that they were completely helpless in this situation.
They were all intimidated by Wang Chong's attitude.
The latter's expression and disposition were so compelling that they had no doubts that he would dare to kill even Abutong.
In the capital, there were no scions who wouldn't concede to the Tongluo Tribe.
Putting all aside, even though Great General Abusi didn't have many soldiers under his command, he was still a trusted aide of the Sage Emperor, a person on equal standing with Fumeng Lingcha, Wang Chongsi, Zhang Shougui, Go Seonji, and Geshu Han!
Just based on this, no one would dare to trifle with the Tongluo Tribe.
On top of that, the Chamberlain of Dependencies had also emphasized time and time again that they should give in to the Hu's customs and tolerate them.
But simply none of this worked on Wang Chong!
Chapter 303: Hung On a Flagpole!
Chapter 303: Hung On a Flagpole!
Looking at the fiery-eyed Tongluo youths, Wang Chong sneered.
He was willing to even speak up about a matter as dangerous as the regional commander incident, so how could he possibly fear their threats?
To attempt to threaten Wang Chong was a joke in and of itself!
Furthermore, after the regional commander incident, if Wang Chong didn't make a stern warning out of these Ton
gluo youths, such a matter would only happen again and again.
"I'll be taking Abutong with me! If you dare to pursue me, be prepared to suffer the consequences." With a firm grip on Abutong, Wang Chong lifted the latter up.
"Zhuang Zhengping and Chi Weisi, take Chen Burang along with us. We'll be heading to the Deflecting Blade Manor!"
Saying so, Wang Chong turned around and left.
There were some mutterings in the perimeter of the area already, and it seemed like the instructors of Kunwu Training Camp were currently rushing to the area. Needless to say, someone must have informed them.
Abutong had intended to lay a trap for Wang Chong, but it turned against him instead. They had intentionally diverted all of the instructors away from the main peak previously, and to call them back only at this moment... was too late!
Abutong himself doesn't wield so much influence as to interfere in the affairs of Kunwu Training Camp. Without a doubt, King Qi is involved in this matter as well!, Wang Chong thought as a figure surfaced in his mind… Zheng Xuan!
Wang Chong vaguely recalled that the King Qi's faction which Deng Mingxin was under was headed by a recruit in Kunwu Training Camp known as Zheng Xuan.
Wang Chong didn't believe that Zheng Xuan would neglect such a good opportunity to deal with him.
Wang Chong soon departed with Abutong.
With the unconscious Abutong hidden in the group, not even the instructors outside could tell that anything was amiss.
Besides, the instructors of Kunwu Training Camp were plagued with many duties. They weren't so free as to interfere in everything they saw.
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"Damn it!"
A while after Wang Chong left, Zheng Xuan and a few instructors finally arrived at the scene. Seeing the empty main hall, Zheng Xuan's face darkened.
He had never expected Wang Chong to be able to defeat Abutong.
His plan had failed utterly!
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After an unknown period of time, Abutong was woken up by a cold breeze around him. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was a few dozen meters away from the ground, and a strong mountain wind was battering his body.
"Bastard! You bastard! I will never forgive you!"
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