I Can See Your Combat Power Chapter 1427

Chapter 1427: 700 chapters: Like a Mountain (Two in One)_2 Chapter 1427: 700 chapters: Like a Mountain (Two in One)_2 The experts of the Evil King Palace felt an incredible rage, as if the inability to kill Tang Luo with a single strike from over twenty Martial Ancestors who self-destructed their souls was an insult to their decades of arduous training.

Therefore, they were determined to correct this outcome, disregarding the weakness caused by the self-destruction of their beast souls, and they mobilized their Spiritual Power to prepare for an attack.

Then they saw several golden rock slabs rise from the ground, assembled into a small hut that enveloped Tang Luo and then sank into the earth.

“Don't let him take the person away!”

After bellowing while holding up the severed head of Duan Longcheng, the Martial Ancestor of the Evil King Palace unleashed a torrent of Spirit Arts like falling rain.

The dazzling light of the Spirit Arts lit up the legs of Diancang Mountain and also illuminated the Fierce Qilin Heavy Earth Armor and the expressionless face of Tang Sen.

Throwing punches, swinging palms, just a simple display of physical martial arts techniques, yet it possessed astonishing power. The martial arts master who wouldn't dodge or evade stood his ground, shattering all the Spirit Arts raining down like a tempest.

“Is this some kind of joke!”

The experts of the Evil King Palace felt an inexplicable humiliation. Even though they had lost their divine souls and their bodies were now awash with disordered Spiritual Power, the fact that the Spirit Arts unleashed by more than twenty people were so easily defeated was an insult to their sect's heritage.

They wanted to prepare a fusion technique, to execute the Combined Attack Technique, but the situation before them didn't allow for it.

Even more humiliating was that Tang Sen, who had just easily dismantled their Spirit Arts, stood on the golden ground with neither expression nor movement, as if he hadn't considered them worth his attention at all.

“This is outrageous!”

Provoked by such behavior, the experts of the Evil King Palace launched even more frenetic attacks, not considering whether their Earth-Level Spirit Arts would be effective, straining themselves to fling them at that detestable face.

Yet Tang Sen remained motionless, countering everyone's Spirit Arts with physical martial arts, throwing punches and swinging palms.

But constant defense would eventually lead to failure. Facing the endless torrent of Spirit Arts like rain, Tang Sen couldn't totally destroy them all.

Many attacks came from tricky angles, whether it was the lower back, beneath the skull, areas that body cultivators would normally guard carefully had now received special attention.

But the result was not as expected. The experts of the Evil King Palace witnessed their Spirit Arts hitting their target, their explosive models of light flowing like blooming fireworks.

They wanted to see Tang Sen injured and bleeding, but all they saw was an unscathed monster of martial arts who took the Spirit Arts without even moving a step.

“Impossible, it's all fake, everything is fake!”

The enraged experts of the Evil King Palace intensified their assault, but the result saw no substantial change.

Tang Sen was like a rock on an island, unmoved by the waves, no matter how furiously they crashed against him.

The surrounding earth was pitted by the relentless Spirit Arts, yet beneath Tang Sen's feet a golden pillar stood tall.

Tang Luo had disappeared from sight, while Tang Sen seemed like an indestructible monster. The repercussions of self-destructing their beast souls caused the experts of the Evil King Palace to suffer greatly in both mental and Spiritual Power. The dense attacks gradually thinned and the gaps between them grew larger and larger.

The might of the Spirit Arts also continued to diminish, from the peak of Earth Level to mid-tier, then to low-tier, and eventually, there were even some Yellow Rank Spirit Arts mixed in.

Despite the short duration of the attack, every expert from the Evil King Palace had a dawning realization in their hearts that they simply had no way to bring down that unkillable monster.

This realization spurred despair, but the stubborn Evil King Palace was unwilling to admit defeat because they were waiting for someone.

A person who could change the tide of battle–Ancient Evil God Duan Siping.

The poisonous cloud dissipated, and nine unicorn heads emerged from the heavens. Seeing Duan Longcheng's unaccepting severed head, they bellowed in rage.

“How dare you, how could you!”

The negotiation with the Longxi Alliance was a concession made after internal discussions within the Evil King Palace. They believed that whether the old grandmaster in the palace would breakthrough, or if Duan Longcheng were given more time, in the future, they could effortlessly crush the motley crew of Longxi.

There was no need to take rash, life-risking actions during these straitened times. After all, the Longxi Alliance did have a group of powerful and daring fighters, with the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster being fearsomely strong.

Even knowing they would surely win, excessive losses were something the palace didn't want to see.

Recognizing the greater good, Duan Longcheng convened a council and oversaw the entire peace negotiation.

Despite the Evil King Palace's decision not to defend the sect's honor, the mature and rational choice instilled greater confidence in the future among the people of Evil King City.

The belief within the Evil King Palace was that Duan Longcheng would certainly lead them towards a brighter future. This trust was not simply due to his surname Duan or because he had claimed a title in the heroes' arena, but rather a firm acknowledgement and approval.

But at the sight of Duan Xiujie cradling a head with unseeing eyes, Duan Siping could only feel that the mature and rational concessions made at the time had become a true joke.

“The Longxi Alliance must accompany Duan Longcheng in death, starting with you!”

Filled with rage, Xiang Liu's heart harbored only hatred. The solitary horn's Divine Light was too merciful a death for Tang Sen, as a snake head emerged from the clouds, its large mouth revealing poisonous fangs.

He intended to dismember Tang Sen into ten thousand pieces to alleviate the hatred in his heart.

Nine snake heads circled, shading the sky, some ramming with solitary horns, others biting with open mouths. In a one-on-one situation, Xiang Liu's body had such an advantage.

A humanoid martial artist with only a pair of fists and a pair of legs could block the front but not the back, and even Tang Sen's greater strength over Xiang Liu could not compensate for this flaw.

Fifth-Rank Undying Battle Body–Power of the Dragon Elephant, Shadow of Asura.

Fourth-Rank Undying Battle Body–Burdened Mountain Body, three heads and six arms!

Tang Sen, who started with the same Divine Storage from the Earth's spleen, had cultivated his Undying Battle Body to the fourth-rank level.

Although he did not awaken internal and external divine powers with each rank as Tang Luo did, Tang Sen's two divine powers had an excellent compatibility with his physical techniques.

As the divine patterns activated, Tang Sen's figure surged in size. Golden scales from the Fierce Qilin Heavy Earth Armor unfolded, becoming incredibly fierce.

Two other faces, one angry and one laughing, appeared from the swelling lumps on his back.

Six equally robust arms rose to the sky, holding back the onslaught of snake heads from all directions, making it impossible for them to advance even an inch.

Although Duan Siping had fused his spirit-qualified body with the beast soul to recreate Xiang Liu's formidable body, such a method could not match the physical strength of the real Xiang Liu from ancient times.

And a body arts master already possessing dual strength bloodlines, coupled with the enhancement from the Undying Battle Body, had long surpassed the limits of the Fierce Realm.

Unable to break free, the restrained snake heads lit up their solitary horns. At such close range, the Divine Light blasts signified an assured hit.

Sensing danger, Tang Sen urgently abandoned his suppression of Xiang Liu. His six arms crossed two by two to block, while his illusory body moved upward, his true body downward, as golden rocks rose simultaneously from the ground.

“Boom!”

The Divine Light intersected like jagged teeth, erasing two of Tang Sen's illusory forms and shattering the golden rocks that rose from the ground, but missed the most important target.

The enraged nine snake heads clustered together once more, their horns shining anew, aiming for the spot where Tang Sen had escaped underground.

The intention was to use the might of the solitary horn's Divine Light to blast the person out, but unexpectedly, the target emerged from the earth on the other side.

The sharp nine snake heads instantly turned, and in a flash, the nine solitary horn Divine Lights found their target, and this time Tang Sen was unable to apply any technique to deflect the impact and was hit directly.

The nine Divine Lights, each with different attributes comparable to Earth Level Spirit Arts, could incinerate the essence blood with thunder and flames or taint the body with poison and evil energy, even if one was wearing Divine Armor that could directly resist damage from Spirit Arts.

Any being from the Fierce Realm hit directly by these nine Divine Lights would only end up with a fate of death and obliteration.

“Martial arts are profound; it is not simply a matter of strength that determines who is stronger!”

Xiang Liu spoke in human tongue, ordering the remaining people from the Evil King Palace: “Duan Xiujie, bring the remains of Tang Sen here, and the rest of you must dig three feet into the ground to find Tang Luo. I want them to die a most miserable death.”

Assuming he held the winning ticket, Duan Siping began issuing commands but then heard noises from the far end of the land torn apart by the Divine Light.

“Step, step, step.”

From the ruins, a man slowly emerged, clothed in tattered golden scales. Exposed flesh bore scorching and necrotic wounds, but his eyes shone with an exceptionally bright and high-spirited fighting spirit.

Chapter end

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