Chapter 115 – Tang Tian’s Modus Operandi (1/2)
Chapter 115 – Tang Tian’s Modus Operandi
Translated by: Berrrybunz
Edited by: Robin, Leo and De Andre
Ming Yong looked at Ah Mo Li in front, with a grave look.
Wild build, muscles bulging, full of impact, even just looking at him from far away, he could feel the strong power from within Ah Mo Li’s body. Besides, his gaze, fell on the blade in Ah Mo Li’s hands. The blade looked old and tattered, compared to Ah Mo Li’s bull-like physique, it was inconspicuous.
That blade was a Star Treasure.
Ming Yong has an extraordinary background, so he was quite knowledgeable, and he could tell at a glance that the tattered blade in Ah Mo Li’s hands was a Star Treasure.
This person has ill intent.
Ah Mo Li was a little impatient, “Hey, if you are not attacking, I’ll go first.”
One large stride over, the imposing manner changed, his hair was on ends, his crazy antics completely exposed, with a loud roar, he chopped the blade at Ming Yong.
The yellow light from the blade increased, and swept through.
Ming Yong’s face changed colour, Ah Mo Li’s attack did not have much variation, but was extremely wild, it seemed very dispersed, but was in fact very condensed.
Ming Yong inhaled deeply, stepped forward, and punched!
Gold transparent punch marks, inelegantly collided with the yellow blade marks of Ah Mo Li.
Ming Yong’s body trembled, the punch marks were like glass, shattering into pieces as menacing True Power entered his body. Ming Yong gave a moan and retreated a few steps, before being able to dissipate this power.
Besides…… this fellow’s strength sure was huge!
Ah Mo Li laughed out loud, “Hey, receive another blade!”
Another big stride, the light was like a river, aiming straight for the head. A very simple move, but a very extreme stretch for others.
Ming Yong punched one more time, and retreated again!
“Receive another blow!”
Ming Yong retreated yet again!
“Receive my blade! Receive my blade! Receive my blade!”
Ah Mo Li roared continuously, the blades were concentrated like rain.
Ming Yong retreated again and again.
The guards in the square were stunned beyond words by the sight before them. Ming Yong was the brother of Ming Zi Chun, but his martial skills were widely famed in the Immortal Constellation Mountain. No one would have thought that he would be fully suppressed by a big fool.
This big fool… … who exactly was he… …
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“I have yet to ask for the lady’s name?” Yun Di’s eyes flashed a look of amazement.
The young girl before him appeared to have a great, cold disposition, as though she did not belong here. Besides, her coldness seemed similar to that of Qian Hui’s, but was in fact totally different. Yun Di had seen his share of women, so he had a discerning eye. Qian Hui’s coldness was coupled with a deep arrogance, just that she concealed that arrogance very well. But the girl before him, was just pure cold.
What a rare beauty!
And her eyes hung low, the way she wielded her sword had a tinge of loveliness amidst the heroic spirit, he actually felt his mouth run dry.
Han Bing Ning appeared not to have heard him, and did not even bat an eyelid.
Finally I can let you see how much I have improved… …
In her heart, a reflection quietly appeared of the lad perched atop the lamppost, when she realised it, she was alarmed and shocked at why she would have this thought.
A faint tinge of pink started to spread silently across her neck.
Yun Di was a flirt. He immediately noticed and was mesmerised, with a slip of the tongue, “Miss you are really beautiful!”
Han Bing Ning looked cold, her left hand slid down the body of the blade, while her right hand touched the handle. Beneath her feet was a layer of frost that had actually appeared unknowingly.
Yun Di only felt that the surrounding air temperature dropped sharply, and shuddered.
“You’re courting death!”
Han Bing Ning cussed, and the lowered brows seemed even more sinister.
A ray of silver light, akin to an ice snake, attacked straight at Yun Di!
Yun Di was aghast, the speed of the sword was not fast, but the temperature was eerily cold. The blade had hardly touched his body, but in the middle of his brows, a layer of frost had formed, and the surrounding air was biting cold.
In an instant, he felt as though he was in an ice vault, with howling cold winds.
Though alarmed, he mustered up his True Power, wielded his long sword, and stabbed it towards the silver light of Han Bing Ning’s sword.
Light mist appeared around his blade, the sword seemingly ethereal.
The water element sword technique of the Yun Clan, [Mist Sword].
[Mist Sword] was the sword technique that Yun Di was best at, the highest level attainable was level seven, Yun Di had already attained level five. The cream of the crop among the Yun disciples. This sword technique set was ethereal, extremely ethereal, using virtuality to counterattack reality. And Yun Di’s swordplay was chic, complemented with his already extremely handsome looks, earned him the title of Mist Youth.
But, today, he met his nemesis.
Han Bing Ning also trained in water element sword techniques, but it was no longer the [Unremitting Rain] of the past, rather, it was [Glacier].
This water element sword technique was uniquely for females to practise, quite formidable, and the key was that it was very compatible with Han Bing Ning’s character, thus, she was able to progress fast during training.
Other than Ah Mo Li, she made the greatest improvement.
Both swords clashed.
Yun Di’s face changed, and he withdrew himself without hesitation.