Chapter 61

"Really? Do you really want me to take action?" The bald man sneered, stepping forward with a fierce look on his face, his body like an iron tower, instilling fear in everyone.

The other boys were as silent as cicadas in winter, their faces pale, and they obediently took out what they had and threw it on the ground.

The bald man grinned, saying coldly, "I like sensible people. Don't worry, follow me, Brother Biao, and you'll have food to eat in the future!"

The others remained silent.

"Um." Brother Biao's gaze suddenly fell on Tang Tian, his eyes narrowing. "I didn't expect to meet someone tough!"

He cracked his knuckles, a sinister smile on his face, his iron-tower-like body stretching out, and a golden glow appeared in his palm. The dense golden true force made the other boys' faces even worse, and many of them sighed in relief, looking as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Fortunately, they didn't resist just now...

Brother Biao's gaze swept over Tang Tian, and his eyes immediately showed a greedy look. He said with a sneer, "You must have some good stuff on you, no wonder you're so reluctant!"

Tang Tian muttered to himself, "I thought the outer camp would be more advanced, but it turns out to be just a bunch of little hooligans."

"Little... little hooligans!" Brother Biao was stunned for a moment, then burst into a rage. No one had ever dared to call him a little hooligan!

Kid! You're dead!

Brother Biao's face was as dark as water, his true force raging inside him. He decided to beat this hateful guy to pieces. Here, no one could defy Brother Biao except for Lord Jing Hao!

Brother Biao suddenly roared, leaping off the ground, the earth cracking beneath his feet. With the power transmitted from his [Spring Shoes], he shot forward like a cannonball, heading straight for Tang Tian.

A golden square palm print, carrying an astonishing force, rushed over.

[Adamantine Palm], Fourth Rank!

Adamantine Palm is a representative palm technique of the Golden Element, known for its fierce power. When perfected, it can easily break metal and cut through iron.

Tang Tian's eyes instantly turned cold. He stood firm, his right fist, which had been pulled back to his waist, ready.

[Small Collapse Fist]!

No light, no sound, Tang Tian's right fist hit the Adamantine Palm print head-on, without any pretense, amidst the mocking gazes of the others. The Crane Body Force inside him erupted.

A barely visible ripple spread within the golden Adamantine Palm print.

Puff!

The square palm print, as hard as iron, shattered into countless tiny golden grains, dissipating in the air.

Tang Tian's body remained motionless, while Brother Biao retreated several steps before stabilizing himself.

Everyone was silent, their faces full of shock and disbelief. Impossible! Each of them, even if not at the Fourth Rank, was at the Third Rank. How could they not see the difference in strength? Brother Biao was at the Fourth Rank, just a step away from the Fifth Rank, but Tang Tian was clearly only at the Third Rank!

How could a Third Rank [Small Collapse Fist] be a match for a Fourth Rank [Adamantine Palm]?

Brother Biao's mastery of [Adamantine Palm] was clearly very deep... but why did he fall into a disadvantage...

What was happening before their eyes completely challenged their common sense.

So bizarre, so unbelievable!

Brother Biao's expression changed slightly. He narrowed his eyes and began to reassess Tang Tian. Just one punch, and he immediately realized he had met his match! How could a Third Rank fist technique be so powerful? Could this guy be deliberately hiding his strength?

Tang Tian straightened his body, started to swing his arms, and stretch his body, muttering, "Haven't had a fight in a long time!"

Every day, Uncle Bing tortured him to the point of near-death, but he couldn't fight back. Tang Tian was actually quite unhappy, even though he knew it was part of the training. After a good night's sleep, his energy was fully restored, and his body felt full of boundless strength. When he encountered a challenge, the fighting spirit he had been suppressing for so many days immediately flared up like a spark thrown into a pot of oil.

While stretching, Tang Tian couldn't help but sigh, "Really, it's been a long time since I was the school bully..."

Everyone stared at Tang Tian in a daze.

A few simple movements, and Tang Tian felt he was in his best state. He stopped, crouched slightly, and stared intently at Brother Biao, saying in a deep voice, "Hey, Baldy, challenging a god-like youth, you're finished!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for Brother Biao.

Brother Biao remained on high alert. Tang Tian's previous punch had filled him with caution. However, as the second-in-command of the Daling Outer Camp, he had earned his position through his own strength, with rich combat experience and confidence in his abilities. He was just a step away from the Fifth Rank, and once he reached it, he would become a Black Iron Warrior. He was ruthless, both to others and to himself, while others had given up, he still trained hard. Once his strength truly reached the Fifth Rank, he could leave this accursed place.

Brother Biao snorted, not panicking, and met Tang Tian's figure with a series of palm strikes.

Three golden square palm prints, arranged in a triangular formation, attacked Tang Tian from above and below. This move was called "First-Class Adamantine," extremely difficult to execute. Although the Adamantine Palm was powerful and fierce, it was known for its slow execution. The three golden palm prints in the air buzzed, forming a golden triangle, like a wall of light, with a growing momentum, crushing toward Tang Tian.

Indeed, it lives up to being a Fourth Rank palm technique!

The true force released could produce so many variations!

Tang Tian's eyes sparkled, his fighting spirit rising. Being able to witness different warriors and strong individuals was itself so exciting!

The golden light wall rushed toward him, unstoppable!

Taking a deep breath, Tang Tian's fighting spirit soared, his true force reaching its peak. He did not dodge, his speed not slowing down at all.

The golden light wall rapidly expanded in his eyes, and Tang Tian exhaled, delivering a punch!

The Crane Body Force was unleashed, [Great Collapse]!

Boom!

The golden light wall, as solid as steel, burst like accumulated snow, and a figure, swift as an arrow, shot through the shattered golden wall, heading straight for Brother Biao.

Brother Biao's face truly changed, cold sweat pouring down. No one knew the power of First-Class Adamantine better than him. This move had never failed in his hands. However, the opponent had used a Third Rank technique to shatter First-Class Adamantine!

What kind of background does this guy have?

In mid-air, Tang Tian transformed his fist into a claw, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, heading straight for Brother Biao.

Eagle Claw Technique!

The Eagle Claw Technique, honed in the new recruit training camp, was incredibly powerful. His fingers curved like hooks, the piercing sound of the air splitting like the cries of countless eagles!

Sharp and fierce, invincible!

Brother Biao's body hair stood on end, and without hesitation, his golden-glowing palms formed a defensive barrier, and he quickly retreated.

Puff!

Claw and palm collided!

In the face of Tang Tian's aerial claw, Brother Biao's defensive barrier crumbled like tofu.

Brother Biao, in a state of shock, felt a slight pause in Tang Tian's claw, and his heart relaxed, thinking the other's strength was exhausted. He quickly gathered his remaining strength and shouted, "Everyone, attack together!"

However, as soon as Tang Tian's feet touched the ground, he sprang up like a spring, without even taking a breath.

Clap, clap, clap!

Each of Tang Tian's steps was small, but after a few steps, his explosive power reached its peak.

The explosive power of the [Eight Steps to Catch a Cicada] was fully demonstrated.

Brother Biao only saw a blur, and Tang Tian's afterimage appeared before him. In a panic, he flipped his elbow and struck with the Adamantine Palm.

Palm and claw met, and Brother Biao felt an excruciating pain in his palm, as if countless tiny knives had suddenly pierced it. However, he had no time to think about it and used this force to roll backward.

Tang Tian, excited by the fight, had no intention of letting Brother Biao off. His figure flickered, and he stepped backward, like a leech, appearing beside Brother Biao. With a look of panic, Brother Biao felt Tang Tian's hand on his shoulder.

Then, Brother Biao was lifted up.

Brother Biao's heavy and massive body felt weightless in Tang Tian's hands.

[Chain Joint Technique]!

Bang, bang, bang!

The men who had rushed toward Tang Tian at Brother Biao's call were all sent flying by Brother Biao, who was being swung around by Tang Tian.

Bodies flew, screams and cries filled the air.

When Tang Tian finally stopped, the man in his hands was already unconscious, eyes rolling back, and foaming at the mouth.

Tang Tian looked at the unconscious man in his hands, somewhat unsatisfied, as if he didn't want to let him go.

The other seven boys were like wooden chickens, staring at the groaning men and then at Tang Tian, some of them who had mocked Tang Tian earlier were pale as a sheet.

Tang Tian finally threw the man on the ground, muttering, "How weak? Isn't he Fourth Rank? Looks like he's a fake..."

If Brother Biao were still conscious, he would probably be spitting blood at this comment.

Tang Tian, who had originally planned to have a good fight, was now somewhat disinterested and began to check his spoils. One by one, the men were stripped and thrown aside, forming a pile of naked bodies.

Tang Tian faced a pile of spoils, but his face showed no joy.

They were a bunch of poor guys!

For the warriors of the Bright Martial Association to be in such a state was truly shameful. Thinking of Lord Kong, who was so rich, and the weak martial arena that made Tang Tian drool, these guys didn't even have a single Bronze Secret Treasure, they were so poor!

Tang Tian, who had originally thought he would have a big harvest, suddenly realized he had fought in vain, and his mood was naturally bad.

No, how could the warriors of the Bright Martial Association be poor? They must have hidden their good stuff!

His gaze swept the area, and Tang Tian noticed a pile of wood in the corner.

A moment later, a row of wooden racks was set up, and each one had a naked man tied to it.

Tang Tian found a small stool from somewhere and sat down, looking quite comfortable.

"You!" Tang Tian pointed at a boy. "Go get a bucket of water."

The boy was startled, his face turning pale, but when he heard what Tang Tian said, he regained some composure, not daring to speak, and quickly went to get a bucket of water.

Not long after, the boy returned with a bucket of water.

In the open dirt field, a row of wooden racks lined up, and a group of boys stood far away, silent as cicadas in winter, while Tang Tian sat leisurely.

The young Tang Tian, like a retired gang leader, sighed deeply, "Really, it's been a long time since I was the school bully..."

"But, it feels good..."

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