novelraw Chapter 135: Gathering at Shuanglong Tower
Chapter 135: Gathering at Shuanglong Tower
"What should we do now, Master Tang?"
Someone couldn’t help but ask.
"Quickly head to Shuanglong Tower. The spiritual artifact, which countless martial artists dream of, is in my hands. We can seek help! Using the spiritual artifact as a reason, I believe many powerful figures will serve me."
Master Tang said, his eyes sharp and fierce.
"Right, tell the Madman to hold them off for as long as he can!"
"Understood!"
...
On the Dingsheng rooftop, the first battle general under Master Tang, the Madman, was shaking violently,
As he looked at the scene of nearly mountains of corpses and rivers of blood before him, a wave of dread surged in the Madman’s heart!
He realized he had provoked a monster!
Originally, he thought that despite paying a heavy price, the three hundred martial artists would definitely be able to take down Ye Qingtian!
But it was too late to regret!
Now only thirty remained, and everything seemed useless in front of this man!
Now he hoped to hold off this slaughterer in front of him until reinforcements arrived from Master Tang.
"Kill!"
Finally, he personally attacked, leading twenty half-step Martial Form experts to attack together.
Of course, he also pinned his hopes on the last ten martial artists to use thermal weapons to injure Ye Qingtian.
"Ha!"
The first guy who rushed up had a weapon in his hand that gleamed with cold light, strong enough that the weapon created a screeching sound as it pierced through the air!
"Whoosh!"
But just as he stabbed into Ye Qingtian’s body, a shadow flashed by his retina.
Ye Qingtian leaped, a full meter and a half from the ground, causing the attack to miss and go through the gap between his calves!
"Boom!"
In a flash, there was a muffled sound, and the half-step Martial Form expert felt a tremendous force hit his neck, as if it would twist it like a rope!
At the same time, his body was slammed to the ground!
"Crack!"
A piercing sound of bones cracking echoed as his neck was twisted and broken.
It was the strangling technique of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu!
"Whoosh!"
Lightly panting, Ye Qingtian moved again, his back facing one guy, and as that guy attacked with a weapon, Ye Qingtian seized upon his two wrists with lightning speed, then suddenly exerted force to fling him onto the ground in front.
"Bang!"
One punch caused a splash of blood!
It’s the back control technique of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu fighting technique!
Tonight, Ye Qingtian used all sorts of Earth fighting techniques, landing blows with a solid impact.
With a strong leap, he tackled two oncoming foes, then pinned them down with a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu top hold while delivering blows akin to a car crash to their faces.
"Bang! Bang!"
These half-step Martial Form experts were like infants in Ye Qingtian’s hands, either thrown to the ground with broken spines or heads hitting the ground!
Life was so fragile in this man’s hands!
In less than thirty seconds, twenty half-step Martial Form experts had all gone to report to King Yama!
Suddenly, Ye Qingtian stopped, and his pair of killing intent-filled eyes fell on the Madman.
The Madman felt as if a machete was harshly cleaving open his heart, a flood of violence, murder, darkness, brutality, and other negative emotions surging into the depths of his soul.
He even felt his heart might stop beating, suffocating him into a millennium-old icy prison!
"Bang, bang..."
At this moment, orange flames shot from ten pistols, their orange shell casings falling to the ground!
Yet in the web of fire, the man from the depths of hell roamed freely, his bizarre body technique and unsurpassable speed dodging every bullet, leaving only potholes on the ground!
"Ugh, ugh..."
In the mysterious night, a shadow flew, sending up pools of blood mist!
From the ground to where the experts were forty to fifty meters away, there was no apparent path, no shadowy trace, like a film effect: montage!
As the Madman turned his head, heads exploded one by one, leaving nothing but headless corpses.
The terrifying scene before him, coupled with the shadow in his mind, compelled the notorious Madman to choose death by stabbing a weapon into his chest to end it all!
This was something no one could imagine—a half-step Martial King finally terrified into suicide for relief.
But the Madman faced a devil!
With his collapse, three hundred-plus lives perished!
A king’s anger, and corpses would pile high!
"Pfft..."
Suddenly, from the black sky, rain fell, drenching the bones and blood below, wildly washing away.
"So annoying!"
The rain extinguished the cigarette butt Ye Qingtian was about to finish. Feeling the rain’s chill, his lips moved, the cigarette butt fell to the ground, and this man couldn’t help but frown!
The rain washed away the blood, washed away the gore!
But at the same time, it also washed the blood from Ye Qingtian’s face clean, the messy strands of his hair getting drenched and sticking to his forehead, heedless of the rain trickling into his eyes.
Ye Qingtian bent down and picked up a cigarette butt from the mud, and then, with his hands trembling, lit it and began smoking.
Fan Jingyu, hiding in the shadows, had vomited countless times, his body trembling, legs feeling weak as he nervously approached Ye Qingtian.
"Young Master Ye... Master Tang... they have already fled..."
Fan Jingyu’s lips quivered, taking a long time to get the words out clearly.
"Let’s go, find them!"
Ye Qingtian tossed the cigarette butt away and spoke indifferently.
"Where do we find them?"
Fan Jingyu asked, puzzled.
"You said this place was where martial artists gather..."
"Oh, I understand now. He must be going to Shuanglong Tower to seek help from other martial artists!"
Fan Jingyu slapped his forehead, realizing it.
"Yes, let’s go!"
Ye Qingtian left the rooftop, and Fan Jingyu hurriedly followed.
Arriving at the top-level Black Boxing Arena, the caged brown bear on the ring showed fear and apprehension at the sight of Ye Qingtian, immediately becoming restless.
Ye Qingtian glanced over, revealing a slight smile,
The brown bear’s eyes showed unprecedented fear. It made a humble gesture, pleading for mercy.
Fan Jingyu was stunned; the brown bear was scared, actually begging for mercy from Ye Qingtian.
After Ye Qingtian left, the brown bear sat down with a thud...
Below the several floors of the Dingsheng Club, business as usual, still reveling.
No one knew the horror of the rooftop filled with bodies.
...
In front of the Ever-Bright City’s Shuanglong Tower, Li Zhixuan and a group including Kang Yahui arrived.
"Is it possible for such a prosperous little town?"
Qiaoqiao and the others were surprised.
"Perhaps neither you nor the Northwest Super Clan knows about this place?"
Li Zhixuan smiled.