I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 358: Chapter 354: Hidden Dragon in the Abyss

Translator: 549690339

“Thank you for your kind offer, clan leader.” Tang Luo’s eyes were brimming with amusement: “But I really have no interest in being the young clan leader of the Tang Clan in Xiling.”

A dragon that hides in the depths will eventually soar in the sky; a roc perched on the cliff is only doing so to better survey the land.

If someone’s going to be unrivaled in the world, why can’t it be me?

Practicing martial arts that scorn the world and then retiring to obscurity seems like a waste even thinking about it.

How can one be revered as the best in the world without trampling the strong beneath one’s feet!

Young people are always full of spirit, but without spirit, can they still be called young?

Listening to the sound of the gongs and the words, ordinary people hearing this kind of refusal might think that the young man before them is overbearing and ignorant.

However, Tang Zhi laughed, the appreciation in his eyes growing even stronger, and counter-questioned: “What about being the young clan leader of the Tang Clan in Longzhou, do you have any interest in that?”

“Hey, we’ll discuss it when the time comes.” Tang Luo waved his hand with a smile and said: “I’m going home to close off the world-”

The most comfortable thing about talking to smart people is that you only need to say one sentence, and they can understand everything you think, greatly increasing the efficiency of communication.

Listening to the seemingly riddle-like dialogue between the two, Tang Siyuan didn’t know how to join in, just watching Tang Luo quickly leave the assembly hall.

Xu Sheng’s visit to Xiling not only broadened the horizons of the people of Xiling but also made the martial artists in Xiling reconsider the strength of transcendent martial artists.

The method of suppressing the entire city not only overwhelmed the unruly warriors in the nobility, but also aroused the martial spirit of many people to a certain extent.

After the battle with Xiling, many transcendent warriors who had achieved the unity of spirit and intent began to doubt their path of martial arts. If they hadn’t practiced it wrong, why was there such a difference in combat power at the same peak level of transcendence? This self-doubt and introspection are often the beginnings of progress.

The Xiling number one Martial Arts Conference, originally scheduled to open in mid-June, was postponed for three months due to one person’s involvement. It was also changed from free registration to an invitation-based format and shifted from a tournament to a martial arts exchange.

The ones invited to this Xiling number one Martial Arts Conference were the newly emerging transcendent warriors who earned titles due to the battle with Xu!

Thousand Sword warriors: Xiao Ziyu, Mi Chu, Tang Qjngshan.

Hundred Swords warriors: Zhang Bashan, Xiahou Yong, Peng Le, Pei Tianlu.

And more than a hundred Nine-Sword warriors from various major families.

It’s a bit embarrassing to say, but these warriors, classified by the number of swords, are named for the number of sword auras they withstood from Xu Sheng on the stage.

The so-called Nine-Sword warrior is a warrior who was defeated after receiving the ninth sword aura; a Hundred Swords warrior is one who received a hundred; a Thousand Swords warrior received a thousand.

But no matter which tier of warrior, even those three bloodline warriors who had been amazed by everyone, were still not Xu Sheng’s match. The opponent’s effortless appearance still lingers in everyone’s minds.

Sometimes these defeated warriors would wonder, where is the limit of Xu’s strength? If the three Thousand Swords warriors fought him together, would they have a chance to win?

After all, in the early stage of Xu Sheng’s dominance, he had said that he would let the warriors who passed the One Arrow Agreement fight him collectively. Some things can’t stand being thought about, because once thought about, one would feel fear and shock.

Although Xu Sheng had left Xiling, the martial artists of Xiling would probably never forget the scenes of being dominated these months.

Fengqing Alley

This place can no longer be called a deserted yard. Due to improved living conditions, Mi Bai had renovated the dilapidated courtyard.

And the number of children in the yard had increased from more than ten to more than twenty. Mi Bai’s favorite thing to do after returning from his stall every day was to gather the children in the house and teach them to recognize words. Because this is the only skill he can pass on to these children, so they can find work when they grow up.

There are basically two types of jobs in Xiling, one is short-term labor, such as building houses, carpentry, tile work, moving goods, running errands, clan tasks; the other is long-term work, such as shop assistants, waiters, clerks in accounting departments, and even stewards of the shop. The former requires skills or strength, and the latter requires literacy.

The thing Mi Bai was most grateful for in his life was that not only had he completed his Foundation Building before he was ten, which had consolidated his foundation, but also that the teacher from Mi Village had taught him to recognize words. Perhaps for someone from a noble family, he could choose anything to study as per his interest, even if he did nothing he could live a good life. But for people like them, it’s not possible.

Children born in poverty may not necessarily excel, but they do mature earlier because they have experienced the hardships of life. They know what it’s like to be underdressed and underfed. At a very young age, they understand the principle that they are people who nobody cares for.

However, due to Mi Bai’s existence, these pitiful children finally feel a sense of home.

Xiao Family Clan Estate.

Ever since Xiao Zheng abandoned martial arts to indulge in pleasure, his relationship with Xiao Jinlin had become completely stiff, even going as far as being kicked out of the house.

That year, Xiao Zheng, who had just set up his own house, was cut off from all support in the clan by Xiao Jinlin, all his escorts were taken away, and apart from one servant and a few servants, the young Xiao Zheng was left with nothing.

“If you don’t practice martial arts, you’re a waste. Without the support of the Xiao family, how can you continue your lavish lifestyle!?” The then clan leader of the Xiao family had said this, Xiao Zheng looked up at the plaque of the Xiao family, squinting his eyes to recall the scene at that time. Time had passed too fast, and there were some things that even he couldn’t clearly remember.

He just remembered that he then sold the house with his servant, first earned a fortune from the combat arena; then bought a larger yard, organized a caravan, and in just five years, he became the most famous businessman and pleasure­seeker in Xiling.

Later, the Xiao family’s Elder Council found him, insisting that the Xiao family’s business team work with him. The once-run-down auction house of the Xiao family was half sold and half given away to him. Another ten years passed, the Xiao family’s dilapidated auction house became the top auction house in Xiling, and he became the leader of the Xiao family’s business team.

But this did not mean that his relationship with Xiao Jinlin had eased. Even if he had forgotten everything, he could remember Xiao Jinlin tearing up his beloved paintings and calligraphy, smashing his collected antiques, and looking disdainful.

In fact, he could forgive all these things, but the only thing he couldn’t tolerate was his beloved musician being killed by Xiao Jinlin’s palm. The delicate, boneless body slowly stiffened in his arms, the jasmine tea softly fell, at that moment, Xiao Zheng realized, he had long fallen for that woman. And it was at that moment, he realized he would never forgive Xiao Jinlin!

Because the appearance of that beautiful woman still appears in his dreams. Pulling out a flask of wine, he poured it down his throat, and thus swaggered into the Xiao family estate.

“I want to see Xiao Jinlin!” The middle-aged man with long black hair held a flask in one hand and pointed at the gatehouse with the other, shouting: “Tell him to come out and see me.”