I Can See Your Combat Power - Chapter 102
Chapter 102: Chapter Ninety-Eight: No Need to Thank
Translator: 549690339
As if already foreseen the massacre they were about to face, many spectators who were simply there for the thrill, couldn’t control themselves and started to cry uncontrollably.
In no time, the pleading, wailing, and kowtowing turned this place into a human purgatory. How many could truly remain fearless in the face of death? Tang Luo still wore an expression of calm, ignoring the hellish scene before him. He walked up to the woman tightly holding her child and squatted down again.
The woman, terrified, twisted her body as much as she could, covering her child’s mouth and shielding him behind her.
Tang Luo looked at the terrified woman and said quietly, “You’re welcome.”
The woman stared at Tang Luo in a daze, disbelieving.
Tang Luo stood up after speaking, returning to the stage. This time, all he heard were pleas for mercy.
“Young Master Tang, spare me. I was just confused.”
Please spare my life. I still have to provide for my elderly parents.”
“Please, let me live.”
Tang Luo exhaled a sigh, silently gesturing with his index finger at his lips. “Silence.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was undoubtedly the most powerful command on site. Even women gasping for breath between sobs covered their mouths, careful not to make a sound.
Apart from the harsh, heavy breathing of the beast, nothing else could be heard on the Star Pavilion stage.
Tang Luo looked at the now quiet crowd, nodded with satisfaction, and said, “Elder Ying, hand me the blade.”
Ying Hongyuan respectfully handed over the blade held out in front of him, admiration filling his eyes.
Tang Luo took the blade, spun it stylishly, and walked to the woman and child’s side.
The woman saw him coming with the blade, resigned to her fate, and covered her child’s eyes, whispering, “Don’t look, don’t look.”
Tang Luo, expressionless, raised his blade high and brought it down.
A silvery flash of the blade, and an old man’s corpse, along with the plank, was split in half.
It wasn’t enough for him to kill, he was also dismembering the body. The crowd established a new understanding of Tang Luo’s ruthlessness, their fear intensifying.
“You devil!” one figure shot up from the crowd, pouncing towards the defenseless Tang Luo.
Du Ziteng could no longer contain the rage in his heart. He made up his mind to deliver a lethal blow to Tang Luo. Such a cruel and bloodthirsty man should not be the pride of Xiling. Today, even if it meant his own death, he would take Tang Luo down with him.
However, he forgot he was just a Mortal Realm martial artist. Not to mention whether he could kill Tang Luo, he couldn’t even get past the armored warrior between them.
Ying Hongyuan sneered, rushed up, and blocked his path. His raised right leg, sharp as an axe, brutally smashed onto Du Ziteng’s shoulder.
“Crack!”
Du Ziteng felt the entire left half of his body go numb. He was smashed to the ground, leaving a spiderweb of cracks on the floor.
However, Ying Hongyuan’s attack didn’t stop there. His right foot, clad in steel, descended from the sky, aiming for Du Ziteng’s head!
Watching the approaching right leg, Du Ziteng was filled with regret. Not because of his impending death, but because he failed to kill Tang Luo.
“In my next life, I will study martial arts thoroughly!” Du Ziteng was filled with regret.
“Spare his life.” Tang Luo turned around and saw the young man who was smashed to the ground, and said flatly.
Hearing Tang Luo’s command, Ying Hongyuan swiftly pivoted mid-air, moving the foot that was aimed at Du Ziteng’s face to stomp on empty ground instead.
Tang Luo split Old Xu’s body into two, plucked out half his stomach with his blade, and turned to walk towards Lou Hongzhi’s corpse.
“Devil! You are so brutal, there will be justice to deal with you.” Du Ziteng yelled at Tang Luo. He did not beg for his life, despite being spared. From the moment he decided to step out, he had already disregarded his own life and death.
But what good is justice without wisdom?
“I’d rather not have a so-called justice warrior like you visit. I’m afraid I’ll die of stupidity.” Tang Luo, whilst passing by Du Ziteng, cruelly mocked.
Seeing Du Ziteng’s pitiful state, the crowd couldn’t help but feel a surge of sadness.
Tang Luo lifted Old Xu’s half-stomach high, walked to Lou Hongzhi’s side, and placed it in the cavity of the corpse’s chest.
“Hiss~hiss~hiss~” After a sound reminiscent of sucking, Lou Hongzhi’s corpse quickly shriveled at a visible rate, as if all the blood had been absorbed by the half-stomach.
Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, Lou Hongzhi’s dried corpse resembles
Old Xu’s, barely resembling a human form.
“Wasn’t it said that Old Xu turned out like this because of the Star Pavilion’s cursed artifact? What’s going on now?” One martial artist at the metamorphic realm who had been observing Tang Luo throughout couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Not just him, once Lou Hongzhi’s corpse also turned into the same dried corpse, some intelligent people had already realized that they might have been manipulated.
This sudden realization made a few of them tremble with fear If the Star Pavilion was innocent, that meant Tang Luo was innocent. And their assault on the Star Pavilion was undoubtedly a provocation towards the Tang Clan So even if they were killed, it was due to their own stupidity.
Tang Luo casually plunged his long knife into the ground and said to Hua Ji and Ying Hongyuan, “Bring those martial artists who slandered us up here.” Finally, the moment of reckoning arrived. With his order, wails of sorrow sounded from below the Star Pavilion.
“Sp-spare me, Young Master Tang. Lou Hongzhi gave me a hundred gold coins to make a false statement. It wasn’t my intention.” The honest-looking laborer knelt on the ground, knocking his head against the floor to beg for mercy.
“That’s right, Young Master Tang. I didn’t know that the Star Pavilion is your property. Even if it meant death, I would never have said those things.” The owner of the tea house had a mournful look and eyes full of despair.
With the confession of these martial artists who were the first to slander Star Pavilion, the crowd immediately understood that they had been used. But now, it was too late to say anything.
No matter how the thirteen martial artists pleaded, Ying Hongyuan picked each of them up one by one and brought them to the stage, lining them up on their knees.
“It’s only natural to be paid for doing a job,” said Tang Luo as he looked at them indifferently. “You just lost. Try harder next time.”
He wasn’t angry about it at all.
People hustle and bustle for profit. For these low-level warriors, the reward of a hundred gold coins was enough to make them sell their conscience.
Just like the keyboard warriors in the future. Everyone knows that what they say are lies. But their conscience isn’t worth shit. And as for the damage they cause others? Who cares, as long as they get paid.
It’s worth noting that no matter the era, the methods to tarnish someone’s reputation are always so singular and tedious..
