Chapter 1909: Chapter 1905: Tang Ming Won
"Heh heh, if I win, you hand that little monster over to us. If I lose, my life is yours. How about it?"
The Gold Kid stared greedily at Little Honghong.
"Not interested!"
Tang Ming refused without the slightest hesitation: "Little Honghong is my kid. Your cheap little life isn’t even worth one of his fingers."
"You..."
"Cut the crap, are we fighting or not? Or should I just have Little Honghong butcher all of you right now?"
Tang Ming impatiently cut off the Gold Kid’s words.
"Fine! Then I’ll see just how capable you really are."
The Gold Kid let out an angry roar, braced his Vigorous Air Armor, and charged Tang Ming.
"I also want to see just how capable I really am."
Tang Ming opened his stance and rushed to meet him. This time he didn’t use any special means, he wanted to see just how strong he actually was.
This duel with the Gold Kid wasn’t a fight to the death like those on the Netherworld Road, so Tang Ming had no need to use Huaxia Secret Technique or Thousand Evil Poison Technique, and instead treated this as a trial.
The two clashed head‑on, Qi surging, Energy blasting in all directions.
Their speed was insanely fast. Luckily, everyone around was a Martial General‑level expert, able to clearly see their movements. If it were ordinary people, they’d probably only see two afterimages and not their bodies at all.
"Hahaha!"
After a few exchanges, the Gold Kid laughed excitedly: "You really aren’t as badass as I imagined. Just breaking through and you can already face me head‑on, that’s not bad at all. Unfortunately, you’re still no match for me."
"Idiot."
Tang Ming curled his lip, too lazy to waste words, and kept launching attacks at the Gold Kid.
"This brat doesn’t seem that strong."
Standing to the side, Mo Wenming frowned tightly as he stared at Tang Ming: "Just One-star Martial General cultivation. I could easily beat him."
"He only just broke through to Martial General. His Realm isn’t even stable yet, so he really isn’t that strong."
Shao Wuchou nodded repeatedly.
"Hmph! So that means what he’s relying on is that freaky creature. As long as we deal with it, Tang Ming will crumble with one blow."
Mo Wenming looked at Little Honghong with a hostile gaze.
"My lord, don’t be impulsive! The problem now is, none of us has the ability to go against that little thing. If we really piss it off, we’re screwed."
Shao Wuchou’s face changed slightly as he reminded him nervously.
"You think I’m an idiot? Of course I’m not making a move now."
Mo Wenming shot Shao Wuchou a glare: "But something like that must be under Dragon Group control. Its power is too great. Once we’re back, report this immediately. The higher‑ups naturally have people who can handle it."
"This..."
Shao Wuchou opened his mouth, but really had nothing to say.
Everyone present was a One-star Martial General, and Dragon Group still had many existences far stronger. There were definitely beings stronger than Little Honghong.
Martial Generals in the city were absolute top‑tier, and even in the Martial Arts world they were peak‑level. The members sent this time to investigate the Southeast Incident were all One-star Martial Generals. With things uncertain, no Big Force would send higher‑level Martial Generals right from the start.
But if they’d known things over here would blow up this big, the various Big Forces would probably have considered sending stronger members to handle it. Unfortunately now...
While everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the fight between Tang Ming and the Gold Kid had already entered a white‑hot stage.
As Tang Ming’s two Dantian ran simultaneously, his attack power multiplied. The pressure on the Gold Kid grew heavier and heavier, and combined with Tang Ming’s bizarre movement technique and combat skill, he soon had the Gold Kid completely suppressed.
"You little punk, for someone who just broke through, to unleash this level of combat power is really something."
The Gold Kid desperately blocked Tang Ming’s attacks.
"Weren’t you pretty cocky just now, saying I couldn’t take a single hit? Why don’t you hit back then?"
Tang Ming sneered, mocking him.
"Although your strength is beyond my expectations, to me it’s still nothing, because I’ve already put myself in an undefeatable position."
The Gold Kid suddenly leaped back, and the color of his skin turned golden.
"Come on then! I’ll show you my true strength."
Once he’d steadied himself, the Gold Kid stood rooted in place, staring at Tang Ming provokingly.
"You little bastard! You think just because you cultivate Cross Training martial arts you can act all high and mighty?"
Tang Ming roared, rushed up to the Gold Kid, and slammed a fist into his chest.
"Clang!"
A loud metallic crash rang out.
"Tsss—rip."
Tang Ming sucked in a breath of cold air and hurriedly retreated, the fist wrapped in Gang Qi trembling.
"Hahahaha! See that? Laozi cultivates Vajra Unbreakable Skill. Your attacks don’t work on me at all."
The Gold Kid laughed wildly: "I can just stand here and let you hit me, and you still won’t be able to hurt me!"
"You really have some skills. You’re probably the strongest Cross Training cultivator I’ve run into so far."
Tang Ming shook out his hand, his expression turning serious. "But if you can block three of my palms, I’ll admit defeat."
"Forget three palms, even in thirty moves you won’t be able to hurt me. Bring it on."
The Gold Kid shouted with full confidence.
"Good."
Tang Ming didn’t hold back. He once again rushed in front of the Gold Kid, raised his right hand, and slapped it down on the Gold Kid’s chest.
The Gold Kid took Tang Ming’s fierce palm head‑on without moving an inch, a faint smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
"Second palm."
Tang Ming couldn’t be bothered with the Gold Kid’s reaction. He quickly raised his hand and then lightly pressed his palm against the Gold Kid’s chest.
"What kind of palm is that? There’s no force in it at all. Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got?"
Feeling no powerful strength from Tang Ming’s second palm, the Gold Kid started mocking him with disdain.
Tang Ming stepped back, took a deep breath, and began to weave both hands in front of his body.
"Baobao, what’s going on?"
No one around knew what Tang Ming was doing. Zhang Chuming quickly asked Zhang Baobao.
"Tang Ming has already won."
Zhang Baobao frowned and explained: "Once Cross Training martial arts reach Martial General Level, they rely on True Qi condensing inside the body to reinforce it. It’s basically impossible to break through from the outside. But as long as you disrupt the cultivator’s internal True Qi circulation, the Cross Training martial arts will collapse by themselves.
This kid Tang Ming isn’t that old, but his combat experience is rich. He’s a tough opponent."
"Tigers and leopards lurking in deep mountains, qilin crouching in fertile fields—this generation’s Martial Arts world is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."
Zhang Chuming sighed: "Looks like I really have to hurry up and cultivate, or I’ll be abandoned by the times."
"Even if you break through to Martial General, you’ll at best be able to fight Tang Ming to a draw as he is now. This guy is your rival."
Zhang Baobao narrowed her eyes, a vicious gleam flashing within as she swung her shovel: "We find a chance and bury him. Save ourselves a future disaster."
"Sis, can you think about something other than burying people for once?"
Zhang Chuming’s mouth twitched. He really had no way of dealing with this Zhang Baobao.
