Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

"Damn it!"

The feeling of blood rushing into his brain made Black Blade's head spin!

You're so handsome, why are you covering your face?

"It's him?"

Someone from the Black Mountain Camp recognized Tang Wen.

"What, you know him?"

The Black Mountain Camp member clicked his tongue. "I've seen him once, made a deep impression. He looks like he's only eighteen years old."

"What?"

"An eighteen-year-old martial master?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"He probably just looks young."

The Black Mountain Camp member didn't say much. He knew no one would believe him even if he did.

He stared intently at Tang Wen's face, secretly etching it into his mind.

The martial arts contest continued.

Bang!

Black Blade used a risky move, hooking off the black cloth covering Tang Wen's face.

But he also took an elbow strike from Tang Wen in his ribs.

He grunted instantly.

His ribs, tougher than refined steel, felt a sharp, cracking pain!

At least a fracture.

Black Blade cursed inwardly, forcing himself to take a deep breath.

He swung his fists wildly.

Thirteen consecutive bursts!

Tang Wen blocked with both arms, while also preparing to explode with his own power.

I don't believe it!

You're just a second-rate martial master, how many more bursts can you do?

Could your stamina be defying the heavens?

I'll risk it all!

Even if you're made of steel and iron, I'll smash you to pieces today!

The dark energy around him intensified.

When Tang Wen's fists connected with the dark energy, he felt a sense of stagnation.

Not good!

Is this guy about to break through in the middle of the fight?

"Hey!" Tang Wen exhaled loudly, his voice like thunder.

Head-on cannon, a secret vocal technique.

Black Blade's mind went blank.

His defense was half a beat slow.

He cursed inwardly, becoming ruthless, changing his fist into a claw, grabbing towards Tang Wen's shoulder.

Trading injury for injury!

He had practiced Eagle Claw, and if this grabbed firmly, it could tear out five bloody holes!

At this time, their outer clothes were torn, leaving only the inner garments.

Faced with this grab, Tang Wen tilted his head slightly, while simultaneously swinging out a fist with his other hand.

Bang!

Black Blade took a solid punch from Tang Wen in the chest.

His muscles, as firm as a rock, caved in.

And Black Blade's hand also grabbed Tang Wen's shoulder.

With a tearing sound, his five fingers failed to do any damage.

"You're wearing inner armor?"

Black Blade exclaimed.

Tang Wen's other fist also arrived.

Directly blasting into his right chest, the force exploded.

Directly sending him flying out.

Thud!

Tang Wen's other hand grabbed his wrist.

Pulling Black Blade's flying body back!

Black Blade wanted to escape, but couldn't.

"Not good!"

"We concede!"

Black Blade's companions watching from the outside shouted.

Tang Wen turned a deaf ear, punching down again and again.

"Spare him!"

"How dare you!"

After two punches, Black Blade spat out blood, half-dead.

The onlookers were all amazed.

Tang Wen aimed at his head, preparing to throw another punch, when suddenly, a figure flashed before his eyes, and his fist was blocked.

"Alright, you've won, spare his life!"

The one who came was the Zheng family head.

Black Blade could die, but not in Five Families City.

Otherwise, the Five Great Families would not be able to explain it to the Black Mountain King.

"Alright, for the sake of the Zheng family head, I'll spare your life!"

Tang Wen thought it was a pity. Killing Black Blade now would not only strike a blow to the Black Mountain Camp, but also tie Five Families City and their Flame Camp to the same boat.

That punch should have aimed at his head!

"Thank you, Zheng family head." Someone from the Black Mountain Camp stepped forward, feeding Black Blade a medicinal pill.

Without even a harsh word, they immediately left in a hurry.

Tang Wen looked at their backs, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, as if wanting to chase after them immediately.

The Zheng family head thought: This guy, so young, is so decisive, wanting to eliminate the roots?

He quickly stopped Tang Wen: "Hehe, Commander Tang, next it will be my daughter's turn to spar! If you win, you will be the Zheng family's son-in-law!"

Tang Wen's eyebrows twitched. What son-in-law? According to the script, I'm going to lose to your daughter next.

"Alright, then please instruct me, Miss Zheng."

Seeing that the matter was impossible, Tang Wen gave up the idea.

"A series of battles!"

"The Zheng family clearly doesn't want to marry their daughter to an outsider."

"Miss Zheng is a third-rank martial master, I wonder if Commander Tang Wen has the luck to enjoy this blessing."

"If it were me, I would take medicine and fight for it."

"Hehehe..."

Several people made a knowing laugh.

The Zheng family head transmitted his voice to his daughter: "Just fight freely, your father has already agreed, no need to worry."

"Mm," Zheng Nan Zhu, tall with long legs and fair skin, felt complicated.

She was present when Tang Wen and the Zheng family head discussed the terms of the deal.

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How could she not know that Tang Wen was only participating for the benefits?

If it were up to him, he wouldn't participate in her martial arts competition at all.

Miss Zheng felt a mess in her heart, secretly warning herself that everything was just acting.

"Miss Zheng, please!" Tang Wen spoke first.

"Commander Tang, please!"

Tang Wen got into position and waited for several breaths, but the woman opposite him didn't make a move.

The surrounding people were secretly strange.

He couldn't wait any longer, saying "Excuse me!" and throwing a punch towards Miss Zheng's shoulder.

Miss Zheng's movements were agile, turning her body to avoid it.

Neither of them used any force.

It didn't look like a martial arts contest, but more like fellow disciples playing and sparring.

Miss Zheng was thinking about losing.

Tang Wen was too lazy to waste any effort.

The surrounding experts and martial masters couldn't understand it.

"Commander Tang doesn't quickly explode and take down this beautiful lady, what is he doing? Could it be that he consumed too much energy just now?"

More than a dozen moves passed in a flash.

Tang Wen lost patience in his heart: Miss Zheng, are you playing around? Attack! Attack me! What do you mean by only dodging and not attacking?

Seeing Tang Wen's anxious expression, Miss Zheng gritted her teeth secretly.

Am I that bad?

Are you not even a little moved?

Do you want to lose that much?

Then I just won't hit you!

See how you lose!

Not attacking was her last stubbornness.

Another dozen moves passed.

Miss Zheng was still only dodging and not attacking, Tang Wen couldn't wait any longer.

He turned around, blocking the gazes of a group of people, and his right hand exploded with speed, grabbing Miss Zheng's left hand, pulling her wrist, and slamming it hard on his chest.

Teng.

Gently exerting force under his feet, Tang Wen leaned back and flew up into the air.

Deng deng deng, taking several steps back, retreating to just the right distance, just enough to be supported on the back by Commander Qian.

The play was over, Tang Wen sighed loudly: "Miss Zheng's family has a profound heritage, I am no match! Old Huang, according to the rules, I lost. I have consumed too much energy, I will take my leave first!"

After saying that, he ignored the surprised and stunned expressions of the crowd and disappeared into the street.

"Hey! Don't go!" Zheng Nan Zhu felt a mix of emotions in her heart.

But Tang Wen didn't look back and left directly.

Not leave?

If I don't leave, am I going to stay here and build a three-bedroom apartment?

Two hours later, the Wang family.

The Wang family steward saw Tang Wen and was full of surprise: "Commander Tang Wen, why are you in such a hurry? You just had a series of battles, why don't you rest for a night before coming?"

"Thank you for your kindness, no need. I will try to comprehend it as soon as possible, so I can return to the camp." Tang Wen, who had taken a nap, had already recovered his energy.

The Wang family steward had no reason to refuse what the Wang family head had already agreed to.

A quarter of an hour later, Tang Wen arrived in a secret quiet room.

On the wall of the quiet room, there was a mural, shining with golden light.

At the guard post outside the door, the Wang steward instructed: "At nine thirty tomorrow, call at the door on time and let him out!"

"Don't worry, steward, hehe! Where does this Commander Tang know that our Wang family's Golden Bell Shield relies on a tenacious spirit and continuous effort to cultivate? Even if he has great talent, he won't see the true scripture the first time he practices!"

The Wang steward nodded and said again: "This Tang Wen, I really don't know what he's thinking. Miss Zheng was clearly moved just now. But he ran away!"

"What moved? Don't talk nonsense. Only our young master is worthy of Miss Zheng."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

"She should be our future family head's wife."

"..."

The martial arts arena just now had become a trading market at this time.

The Zheng family was very efficient, and everything they promised, the waterwheel blueprints and waterwheel craftsmen, were all delivered.

Both sides were very satisfied with this transaction.

Only Miss Zheng was absent-minded.

In the Wang family's secret room, Tang Wen concentrated his mind and immersed himself in the golden shining mural.