Chapter 259: Chapter 258: Why Is It You
"Boom..."
The fists of the two collided, and without a doubt, the expert from the Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall was sent flying back, crashing into the wall, leaving an imprint on the reinforced concrete wall.
If it weren’t for the steel support, it might have completely collapsed.
Even Chen Tianlong was startled by himself, his strength was unexpectedly powerful, so powerful that he couldn’t believe it himself, sending an expert Ancient Martial Cultivator flying with one punch.
"Pfft..."
The expert slid down the wall, spewing a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolling back, uncertain if he was dead; but one thing was certain, his meridians were completely severed.
After taking down one, Chen Tianlong was overjoyed, now that his strength had become formidable, he no longer had to worry about these small fry.
"Now it’s your turn."
Chen Tianlong turned to the other Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall disciple and sneered coldly.
"You... you’d better not lay a hand on me, if my master finds out, he will lead the Pure Yang disciples to besiege you, and then you will have nowhere to hide."
The disciple still dared to speak harsh words at such a time.
Yet Chen Tianlong despised being threatened the most, had he not spoken, Chen wouldn’t have considered him a threat, but this guy simply didn’t know how to act appropriately.
"Is that so? Then let’s see how they plan to besiege me." Chen Tianlong said and struck the person’s chest with a palm.
"Bang!"
The person crashed into the wall behind them, leaving a clear blood imprint on the wall; even if he wasn’t dead, he’d be a cripple.
Having dealt with them, Chen Tianlong felt no pity at all, for on that day, he suffered worse at their hands; would they have sympathized with him?
Obviously not.
"You brought this upon yourselves, for leaving a perfectly good martial arts hall to seek death, you deserve it." Chen Tianlong disdainfully sneered before slowly pushing open the door.
After all, there was still one troublesome expert, from the Celestial Wolf Gang. That day, Chen Tianlong witnessed him spar with Wei Li, exchanging several moves indicating he wasn’t simple.
Chen Tianlong dared not be complacent; having come this far, failing would truly be catastrophic.
Therefore, Chen Tianlong decided to play the fool to catch the tiger, not to reveal his strength. So, he cautiously peeked out, looked around, and seeing no one, slipped out and quietly closed the door.
However, it wasn’t that there was no one, but Ye Xiong had gone to the bathroom. As Chen Tianlong wandered cautiously in the corridor, he approached the bathroom and happened to see a person whistling as they exited.
Their eyes met, and both were momentarily stunned.
"Why is it you?"
"Why not me!"
With a brief exchange, they heightened their vigilance.
But then Ye Xiong showed a hint of disdain, knowing Chen Tianlong’s previous strength, a mere martial artist couldn’t possibly contend with him, a Yellow Dao three-star Ancient Martial Cultivator, he’d crush him with a finger.
"Haha, you’ve got some luck still standing around nicely, though I don’t know how, but today meeting me, Ye Xiong, you’ll return to your vegetative state."
Ye Xiong laughed heartily, without any fear of Chen Tianlong.
Though he found it strange, wasn’t Chen Tianlong seriously injured? How could he be walking around like this?
However, for Ye Xiong, whose confidence was always overflowing, regardless of Chen Tianlong’s condition, he wasn’t a match. Up until now, in South Sea City, he’d only ever lost to Wei Li.
"I’m not suited for a vegetative position, why don’t you try?" Chen Tianlong retreated slowly, feigning fear.
He wanted to make the opponent believe he was looking for a chance to escape.
Sure enough, seeing Chen Tianlong’s behavior, Ye Xiong immediately thought him a coward, and moved closer, more recklessly.
"Boy, aren’t you tough? Dare not run?"
Ye Xiong taunted, slowly closing in.
This time, he didn’t plan to injure but capture him alive for Hao Shuai to torture slowly. Last time they commented a strike made him a vegetable; too lenient, should’ve been taken home for slow torment.
Thinking this would earn merit, Ye Xiong circled in to capture Chen Tianlong alive.
"Don’t come any closer, or I won’t hold back."
Feigning fear, Chen Tianlong pointed at Ye Xiong.
This was the ultimate play-the-fool-to-catch-the-tiger tactic, hiding one’s strength to the minimum.
"Haha, truly a coward, Second-in-Command said you were difficult, and now, you’re nothing but a big soft shrimp." As Ye Xiong mocked, he blurred beside Chen Tianlong, reaching to grab him.
Just then, Chen Tianlong’s lips curled into a wicked smile, Ye Xiong froze, realizing too late.
"Die!" Chen Tianlong mustered all his strength, punching at Ye Xiong’s ****.
"Boom..."
This close-range punch was more violent than the one to the Pure Yang expert before.
Thus, Ye Xiong flew down the corridor, six meters away, crashing hard against the wall, powdering lime dust fell, the scene was spectacular.
Before Ye Xiong could spew blood, he’d already passed out, likely near death.
But Chen Tianlong didn’t worry, having slain several Celestial Wolf members, one more was just another enemy, one way or another it was a grudge to be settled.
Straightforwardly, he walked to the final room.
At the room’s door, Chen Tianlong kicked it open, wary of others inside.
"Mmm..."
As he kicked the door, he heard urgent muffled cries. Spotting Lin Wushuang bound to a chair, her mouth taped, his heart ached, rushing over.
Lin Wushuang’s eyes widened upon seeing him, thinking she was dreaming.
But once Chen Tianlong untied her, Lin Wushuang unexpectedly hugged him tightly.
Softly murmuring, "I know this is a dream, Chen Tianlong, don’t leave me. In reality, I can’t embrace you this way, so in the dream, I must hold you tight."
"Wushuang, this..."
"Shh, Chen Tianlong, say nothing. I know, in reality, you’re gravely injured; I don’t understand why I’m dreaming this during the day. But I don’t want to wake up and face too much reality, so much left unsaid, losing you just like that."
Indeed, Lin Wushuang thought this moment a dream.