Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

The red sun rises, with rays of light in multitude.

After slowly drinking two cups of tea, the audience who came to watch the battle gradually became impatient.

Someone said with a strange tone:

"I say, when Tang Wen arrives later, won't he even be unable to stand steadily?"

"Hahahaha, continuously whoring for eighteen days, making people envious."

"It's possible that when this kid arrives later, he'll directly admit defeat, and no one can say anything."

"Wonderful! This way, he won't have to lose face."

"..."

Crack, crack.

Unusual movements sounded outside the door.

It sounded like a large carriage.

The guards at the door opened the main door wide, and indeed welcomed a spacious carriage.

"Young Master Tang Seven has quite the grand display." Someone sneered.

But he was immediately poked in the elbow by his companion: "Look carefully before you speak."

"It's that person from the Lu family."

"Lu Zhu(吕猪: Lu Pig)? It's him, no wonder he's using such a large carriage."

Lu Zhu, original name Lu Chu, is the young master of the Lu family, one of the three major families in the inner city.

The carriage stopped.

Someone lifted the curtain.

An arm and a leg stretched out first.

Regardless of whether they had seen this person before, everyone understood in their hearts at this moment that the nickname was not wrong.

The arm was thicker than a woman's waist, and the dimension of that leg required one person to encircle it.

It was when his whole person squeezed out of the carriage entrance with difficulty.

Li Zi, seeing this scene for the first time, murmured, "This isn't a person, it's clearly a mountain of meat!"

The mountain of meat moved slowly, supported by seven or eight people beside him.

Even so, he had to rest every few dozen steps.

Then, he could take another step.

Finally, a Lu family expert couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Young Master, be careful, I'll help you."

Then, this mountain of meat flew up into the air and slowly landed on the stage.

Servants attending to Lu Zhu quickly ran up from below, took out a dozen soft cushions, and laid them on the ground. Others took out several huge pillows from the carriage and placed them behind him.

Only in this way could he barely maintain a sitting posture.

Thirteen, the youngest of the Thirteen Bandits of the Sand Sea, said, "Big brother, could that Young Master Tang Wen also look like this?"

"It would be easier if that were the case."

"Don't talk nonsense! Everyone says Tang Wen has a handsome appearance, how could he look like this."

Before the Sand Sea Thirteen Bandits' boss could finish speaking, he sensed something and turned his head to look at the Blackwater Gang's council hall.

He saw at the entrance of the previously empty council hall.

Standing a handsome young man at some unknown time.

White clothes like snow, eyes like stars.

The two black jade dragon pillars at the entrance of the main hall, which were praised by people, also paled in comparison because of his existence.

The Sand Sea Thirteen Bandits' boss suddenly had an epiphany: this person is Tang Wen.

Not only did he see Tang Wen, but while everyone's attention was attracted by Lu Zhu.

Experts of the sixth rank and above turned their heads earlier to see Tang Wen.

Feng Sanniang(风三娘: Third sister Feng) was entranced and wanted to say something, but didn't want to use vulgar words like "handsome" or "pretty". After thinking for a long time, she said, "Standing like a fragrant orchid and jade tree, smiling like a bright moon in one's arms!"

A beautiful woman in blue beside her nodded repeatedly: "Big sister, help me later."

"Hmm?"

"Young Master Tang glanced at me, my thighs are weak, and I can't stand up."

Feng Sanniang: ...I lost.

All the women present felt amazed.

Shui Yun(水韵: Shui Yun (name)) smiled and puffed out her chest, wishing she could pull Tang Wen into her arms and announce:

Mine!

He is mine!

Finally, the rest of the Transcendent, martial artists, and others also noticed something was wrong and turned their heads to see Tang Wen, who had already appeared.

Someone who couldn't stand his appearance couldn't help but say sourly:

"Isn't Young Master Seven enjoying himself in the Pleasure Pavilion? When did he come out?"

A male voice responded: "Staying in the Pleasure Pavilion for eighteen days, I wonder what it's like."

Tang Wen glanced at them, not recognizing them, they should be people from other gangs.

Shui Yun secretly remembered the appearances of the two speakers.

Seeing the young master being wronged, Liang Yu, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally couldn't help but shout loudly, "Slander! My young master left the Pleasure Pavilion that day! Where did eighteen days come from?"

"What?"

"That day?"

"Impossible!"

"What kind of place is the Pleasure Pavilion, which man doesn't love beautiful women, how could he come down that day?"

"That's right! That day Tang Wen was blocked in the carriage, and the carriage shook for a full hour and a half, everyone, how could such a person come down the same day after going to the Pleasure Pavilion?"

The scene was in chaos.

Everyone didn't believe it at all.

This was even more outrageous than a wolf eating vegetables.

Their reaction was so big, which was also easy to understand.

Regarding when Tang Wen left the "Pleasure Pavilion", they bet silver on it!

It was related to their interests!

Although it was less than a month, Tang Wen left the pavilion early because of being challenged.

But Sixth Young Master who opened betting already agreed.

All those who bet that he would leave the pavilion after a month.

He would compensate with a portion of silver.

Although it wasn't much, everyone thought it was very reasonable.

As a result, before they received the silver, someone said that Tang Wen left the pavilion that day.

They didn't believe it?

Liang Yu raised her fair neck and shouted loudly: "My young master doesn't like those vulgar women! He has been in closed-door cultivation in the gang for eighteen days!"

Her voice suppressed the discussion of the crowd.

It's a pity that, apart from the women present, more people were unwilling to believe it at all.

"Young Master Tang Seven's pace is steady, and his eyes are like divine fire, I'm afraid he hasn't been near women recently!" The voice was melodious and charming.

It was Feng Sanniang who spoke.

Sensing the goodwill, Tang Wen smiled at her and said loudly, "After my closed-door cultivation, I have gained some insights. We'll know the truth after a test. Thirteen Bandits of the Sand Sea, come up!"

Shui Yun narrowed her eyes and snorted inwardly: You dare to provoke a sixth-rank woman, be careful of being drained dry.

The boss of the Thirteen Bandits of the Sand Sea, holding a large saber, walked up from below.

His face was weathered, about forty-five years old, and the large saber in his hand was shaped like the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, more than three meters long.

Tang Wen looked to the rear.

Li Zi trotted up, the small watermelon under her clothes jumping, attracting attention, hesitating to hand over a bamboo saber, she worriedly said, "Do you really want to use this toy saber?"

"Don't worry."

Tang Wen took the bamboo saber and walked to the center of the arena.

The crowd saw it clearly, but were confused.

Everyone had seen bamboo sabers and might have practiced with them.

But no one would use it in actual combat.

A saber that breaks with a touch has no practical combat significance.

Instead, it is a burden.

Young people love to be innovative!

They will only know how powerful it is after suffering a great loss!

The women were quite expectant but also afraid that Tang Wen would be injured.

The vast majority of men were watching the joke.

A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Blackwater Gang leader: "This kid can always give you some new tricks every time."

The Thirteen Bandits' boss glanced at the bamboo saber and didn't care: "I am Sha Sen(沙森: Sha Sen (name)), because of being slighted, I have come to ask Young Master Seven for advice, limited to ten moves."

"Being slighted?" Tang Wen stared at him and said lightly, "You know clearly in your heart the specific reason. No matter who instigated you to come and cause trouble for me, I will fulfill you!"

After speaking, he glanced at the other twelve people under the stage.

Sha Sen's hand holding the long saber tightened a bit.

He had been a bandit for a long time and had killed countless people.

Whether Tang Wen believed it or not, he had to make a move.

"Offended!"

Sha Sen shouted loudly, already having killing intent in his heart.

The long saber danced, and dark mist filled the air.

Tang Wen stood still.

A familiar aura came.

A dark building was generated out of thin air, pressing down on Tang Wen's head.

The long saber stirred up a strong wind, directly aiming at the chest, abdomen, and head!

Dark shackles controlled.

The long saber pointed directly at the vitals.

No probing, no transition, this was a killing style!

Determining victory and defeat, but also life and death.

Sixth Young Master, the mastermind behind the scenes, was startled, so reckless?

The Thirteen Bandits of the Sand Sea want to kill Tang Wen?!

Tang Wen's figure moved, shaking off the spiritual lock.

The building smashed down, and the long saber was also in front of him.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was already on the verge of death.

Killing intent flashed in Shui Yun's eyes, Old Six and the Thirteen Bandits of the Sand Sea were sentenced to death in her heart.

Feng Sanniang's aura slightly agitated, she didn't know Tang Wen's skills and thought he would die.

Fortunately, she saw that Shui Yun, Li Zi, and others didn't move, so she was slightly relieved and didn't rush to save him.

Chih!

The long saber shattered the afterimage and slashed into empty air.

The Dark Tower dissipated, Tang Wen's real body and the long saber's blade almost brushed past each other.

Sha Sen's eyes were calm.

After slashing into empty air, he didn't retract the saber, letting the saber take his body and spin violently, the saber head slashing diagonally.

Tang Wen's body shattered again.

Still an illusion.

Sha Sen stood firm and retracted the saber, the blue veins on his hands bulging, and he swung the giant saber, a horizontal sweep of thousands of troops, the saber's edge drawing a huge fan shape.

This time, Tang Wen couldn't get by with his body's afterimage.

His upper body didn't move, his feet tapped, and he slid backward violently.

The saber head brought a biting cold wind, rushing towards him, Tang Wen's black hair fluttered, his eyes were calm.

Sha Sen's heart sank, speed, his speed was actually worse than that of someone who had just entered the Transcendent!

Swish, swish, swish!

The long saber slashed continuously, Tang Wen didn't take it head-on, but retreated and dodged.

"Six sabers!"

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A spectator shouted in a low voice.

Sixth Young Master's heart sank: How is Tang Wen's Shadow Nether Steps so powerful?! Could he really win?

Damn!

Wouldn't that mean his strength is above mine?

Also, someone in the betting pool bet that he would win.

He glanced at Feng Sanniang, and his face became even more ugly when he thought of the five thousand taels of gold bet.

Buzz!

In the blink of an eye, two more sabers passed.

Those who bet that Tang Wen would lose had their eyes light up.

Tang Wen was forced into a dead corner.

An inch long, an inch strong.

Seeing that he couldn't suppress Tang Wen's movement, Sha Sen wasn't a fool and didn't have to fight him in an open area.

From the third saber, he had consciously forced him to the corner of the arena.

The opportunity has come!

Woo~

A low sound of breaking wind rang out.

The more than three-meter-long saber, like a windmill, spun and pounced towards Tang Wen in the corner.

Throwing saber!

The saber left his hand, driving the sound of wind and thunder, and its power was even more amazing.

Sha Sen followed closely, twisting and pouncing, his whole body shrouded in black gas, and multiple black arms had already appeared behind him!

Pa pa pa pa!

Fists rapidly broke through the air.

A series of rapid explosions burst out!

Black Night Divine Fist - Fighting in All Directions at Night.

The fist blocked all the space that Tang Wen could dodge, he could retreat backward, but he would lose if he fell off the arena.

Either admit defeat or take it head-on!

The Thirteen Bandits under the stage clenched their fists, their eyes flashing with excitement, like wild wolves smelling blood!

Shui Yun leaned forward slightly, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair.

Feng Sanniang raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes not blinking.

Spectators were excited, calm, or faintly expectant.

Tang Wen retreated half a step and grabbed the saber.

Many people's eyes flashed with astonishment.

In such a desperate situation, what's the use of a bamboo saber?

It would be better to shout "Help" or "Surrender".

The bamboo saber was light and translucent, facing the spinning and killing long saber.

Chih!

The bamboo saber slashed diagonally.

In the blink of an eye, it collided with the steel long saber.

Clang!

A light flashed.

The saber head and hilt of the long saber flew out of control.

Sha Sen's fanatical eyes froze, instantly transforming into incomparable horror!

Saber radiance(刀芒: saber radiance)!

On that ridiculous bamboo saber, saber radiance actually appeared!

Before he could think about what this meant.

The thin inch of saber radiance instantly expanded!

One foot, two feet...ten feet!

The spectators were in an uproar.

What is that!

What is that!

Aren't two Transcendent fighting?

It's as outrageous as if the audience was watching a food movie and saw a top female star's uncensored battle with a strong man.

Sha Sen, who was facing the saber radiance, desperately withdrew the Night Battle in All Directions fist force at the risk of injury.

He frantically bombarded his front with both fists, regardless of everything.

You framed me!

You damn framed me!

What early Transcendent, he is sixth rank!

He is sixth rank!

The crisis of death descended, Sha Sen lost the ability to think.

Chih!

The indestructible saber radiance easily cut through his fist force.

Then it tore apart his clothes, inner armor, skin, and flesh, but did not enter the bones.

Tang Wen held back.

Otherwise, this saber could have killed him on the spot.

Tap tap tap!

Sha Sen retreated, a terrible wound appeared from his lower left abdomen to his right shoulder.

The skin and flesh turned outward, and fresh blood gushed out.

After all, he was a sand pirate who had been fighting for many years, walking on the line of life and death, licking blood from the knife's edge.

There were many emergency measures.

The muscles wriggled, and the power of darkness instantly healed on both sides of the wound.

The blood stopped immediately.

Sha Sen's eyes were surprised and uncertain, the severe pain and fear made him regain his ability to think.

Saber radiance!

He is not sixth rank.

"Are you a Grandmaster of the Saber?!"

Saying this, Sha Sen himself felt absurd.

"Impossible, how can there be an eighteen-year-old Grandmaster of the Saber?!"

The spectators collectively broke their defenses.

Tang Wen's age is here.

They inevitably had a suspicion that they had practiced martial arts into a dog's belly!

Tang Wen secretly complained: I am indeed not eighteen years old, I am only sixteen.

Well, a sixteen-year-old Grandmaster of the Saber.

"Saber radiance has appeared, what else could he be if not a Grandmaster of the Saber? A sixth-rank Gang Martial?!"

Someone asked back.

Everyone was stunned.

An eighteen-year-old sixth rank.

A fantasy!

Absolutely impossible!

Seeing a ghost in broad daylight!

Everyone present was deeply shocked.

"Ahem!" Tang Wen coughed, drawing everyone's attention: "I spent eighteen days in seclusion, and finally gained some insights into swordsmanship, barely breaking through to become a Sword Art Grandmaster."

The arena fell silent.

He really was a Sword Art Grandmaster!

After thinking for a moment, Tang Wen added another sentence: "Swordsmanship is too difficult to practice. I've been studying it for a year before barely entering the Grandmaster realm. I'm truly ashamed."

After speaking, he looked like he was sighing, appearing very embarrassed.

His words were equivalent to a top scorer in the college entrance exam saying embarrassedly: "I didn't go to junior high school, and only studied for a year in high school before getting a perfect score. The college entrance exam is too difficult, I'm truly ashamed."

All the spectators: ?!

They looked at each other in dismay!

What was he saying?

Listen to him!

Is that human language?

Entering the Sword Art Grandmaster realm in a year?

You call that too difficult?

The Thirteenth Bandit Leader, Sha Sen, on the field felt even more complicated and deeply moved.

According to his personality, he would rather die than admit defeat.

He still had the strength to fight, and should have fought desperately.

But after Tang Wen said those words, he lost all his fighting spirit!

Such a genius, did he really want to fight him to the end?

It didn't matter if he died.

But what about his brothers, wife, and daughters?

His brothers would definitely avenge him.

But who among them could take a single strike from Tang Wen?

The fate of his wife and daughters was even more predictable.

The Thirteen Bandits were fierce, cunning, and fearless!

But not stupid.

Sha Sen's hostility dissipated greatly, and he immediately clasped his fists and conceded defeat: "Thank you, Seventh Young Master, for showing mercy! The Thirteen Bandits of the Sand Sea are willing to submit to you! If there is any betrayal, we will surely suffer internal strife and our entire families will die a violent death!"

"Good! You and I can be considered to have made a deal without a fight." Although he didn't kneel, Tang Wen was very satisfied with his surrender and oath.

Especially seeing the Sixth Young Master's face turn dark.

He felt even more delighted.

Suddenly, Sha Sen's voice transmission sounded in his ear again: "Young Master, now that I'm under your command, I have to say something. I came here this time because I was instigated by someone under the Sixth Young Master. That instigator is standing next to him right now! Do you think I should expose this matter?"

As the leader of the Thirteen Bandits, he was smart enough.

Tang Wen understood that he wanted to offer a certificate of allegiance, and it wouldn't be good if he didn't accept it.

Without hesitation, he directly transmitted the message to Shui Yun.

The latter remained calm, and agreed readily after listening.

Just as everyone was watching Tang Wen accept a great general, Shui Yun suddenly launched an attack:

"Hold on! Sha Sen, there is still one thing you haven't explained clearly! You privately challenged Seventh Young Master, stirring up such a storm, was it your own idea, or were you instigated by someone else!"

Why was it Third Miss asking?

The Thirteen Bandits were stunned, their expressions sincere.

In the eyes of others, he did seem surprised.

Without hesitation, he seized the opportunity and immediately said: "This, this subordinate dares not say."

The Sixth Young Master and the person next to him turned pale.