I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 750: Chapter 44: Yunmen’s Soft Technique (The book’s one-year release anniversary, asking for blessings!)

“Hmmm…So that’s how it is…” Tang Luo crossed his arms, looking at the first son of the Xiang Family entangled with Bu Lin on the stage, and nodded thoughtfully.

Whether the information provided by the young master was legitimate was up for debate, but Tang Luo was certain of one thing – the Xiang Family had inevitably acquired all of the Yun Clan’s resources.

This was evident by the martial arts displayed by Xiang Loulan on the stage, who used his soft strength to conquer the Dragon Spirit bloodline. It bore a striking resemblance to the technique used by Yun Piaopiao at the farewell banquet in Xiangyun Valley.

Once upon a time, the Yun Clan’s black merchant was hailed as a nightmare for all physical arts masters, courtesy of their dark strength technique that borders on the Tao. Their fists and physical bodies could transform in the realm of yin and yang, open and close, circular and square, rolling and releasing, illusion and reality, light and heavy, soft and rigid, slow and fast, unpredictable as the Tai Chi of the previous world, leaving an indelible impression.

“Thank you, sir.” Tang Luo politely thanked the young master once again and prepared to leave the 27th ring to check on the progress of the other members of Longxi. However, he was stopped by the young master.

“Master Tang, the match will be decided very soon, aren’t you going to watch? If Xiang Loulan beats Bu Lin, he will become your strongest competitor for the ring imprint,” The young master looked at the puzzled face of Tang Luo, continually waving his hand, “I mean no offense. I just bet all my money on you winning the martial arts competition, hence my chattering.”

“So that’s why…” Tang Luo suddenly realized. No wonder the young master’s attitude towards him fluctuated so greatly. It was because he was participating in the martial arts competition. Tang couldn’t help but chuckle, “Thank you for your high regard.”

“Even though Xiang Loulan currently has the advantage, it’s impossible for him to defeat the Dragon Scale Bloodline.” Tang Luo tossed a glance at the stage and lightly said to the young master, “If you say that in ancient times, physical cultivators created visible and rigid strength to kill monstrous beasts significantly larger than the Human Race, in that case, the subsequent physical arts masters invented hidden and soft strength to gain an advantage against their kin during combat. Both have their pros and cons. Perhaps two martial artists of the same caliber might use the hidden and soft strength to suppress its counterpart, but the flaws of hidden and soft strength will not be covered.”

Being able to be invited to the martial arts competition indicates that they are the elites of a clan. The young master was suddenly attracted by such a deep physical arts theory and disregarded the intense fight on the ring. Instead, he respectfully asked, “Could I ask Master Tang, what are the shortcomings of hidden and soft strength?”

“As the saying goes, the lone yang does not give birth, and the single yin does not grow. Xiang Loulan’s technique is utterly yin and cannot tolerate the slightest yang. If Xiang Loulan’s physical strength is robust and his energy is extremely high, perhaps he could shatter the Dragon Scales and injure the ring master with the Dragon Spirit Bloodline. However, he has no capability because he relies too heavily on this technique. The biggest problem with hidden and soft strength is its lack of lethality. After all, hidden and soft strength is created for the Human Race to fight against each other. Considering the fragility of the human body, there is certainly no need for extreme yang and rigid strength. But the person on the ring is different.”

Tang Luo pointed at Bu Lin, who was still at a disadvantage and calmly said, “Although the ring master seems to have never gained the upper hand and has been attacked countless times, his vitality is still exuberant, just like at the beginning of the battle. In this high-intensity physical confrontation, Xiang Loulan exhausted his energy and spiritual power very quickly, but the attacks he made were extremely limited. Although the Yun Clan’s technique allowed Xiang Loulan to toy with Bu Lin for ten thousand times, as long as he made a single mistake, he would be torn apart by the Dragon Beast. This kind of competition, the result is already clear.”

The young master turned his head to look at the ring. The ring master, covered in dragon scales, punched towards Xiang Loulan, stirring up wind and thunder. Xiang Loulan, however, shook his long sleeves. His figure was graceful, resembling a spirit dragon pulling this punch into his sleeve. After a beautiful spin, he fiercely planted it in Bu Lin’s chest, forcing him to retreat several steps.

Another fruitless attack, another annoying dragon roar. The ring master, who leaps forward again, is hit back once more. In contrast, Xiang Loulan is unharmed.

The fluttering sleeves looking superior do not resemble someone who is about to be defeated. Although they admire Tang Luo’s physical arts expertise, the young master of course trusts his eyes more. Betting on winning could still lose, it’s simply impossible!

With a glimpse of the young master’s expression, Tang Luo knew he didn’t believe what he said. He didn’t get angry, just smiled slightly. He bid his farewell and left the 27th ring directly.

About half an hour later, Xiang Loulan navigated blown by Bu Lin’s punch to retreat off the ring. He clasped his hands in salute and said, “I will not fight anymore. Not only does Brother Bu have tough scales that are tougher than alloy, but his five viscera are also as robust as the Yellow Dragon. I have exhausted all my capabilities yet I’m still unable to harm Brother Bu at all. If I continue to fight, I’ll only be humiliating myself. I concede defeat and hope Brother Bu will understand!”

Bu Lin, dressed in scale armor and a horn on his forehead, looked at the smiling Xiang Loulan who surrendered at the bottom of the stage; he was so angry his teeth ached. After all, he was the one who had been beaten the entire match. He had been hit probably hundreds of times from start to finish but never once landed a punch on this slippery guy. Just as Xiang Loulan was running out of steam and started to falter, he jumped off the stage and surrendered.

So did he just take a beating for nothing?

Standing on the stage, Bu Lin glared at Xiang Loulan fiercely, snorted and said, “The Yun Family’s softness is truly impressive, I hope to have the chance to experience it once again someday!”

The moment he finished his words, Xiang Loulan, who was still wearing a smile earlier, immediately turned gloomy. He had announced his name before the match, but judging from the subtext of Bu Lin’s words, he didn’t perceive him, Xiang Loulan, as an opponent at all. Instead, he complimented the Yun family’s soft technique. How could he bear such a humiliation?

“The one invited to participate in the competition, is the Xiang Family of Chaochang, not the Yun Clan. The one who suppressed and hit you, was not a disciple of the Yun Family either, but me, Xiang Loulan.” n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Leaving this statement, Xiang Loulan turned to leave. Yet, Bu Lin, who had held in his anger all this time, wouldn’t let it go this easily. He also snorted coldly, mocking, “What about Chaochang’s Xiang Family, they were just obedient dogs with different masters.”

The departing figure of Xiang Loulan paused for a second, and then continued to walk away without turning back.

“What a ball-less coward.” Bu Lin watched Xiang Loulan’s departing figure, spat, and walked back to the center of the ring, shouting at the challengers below, “Next! I crave another match!”

Among the challengers beneath the stage, they glanced at each other and quickly dispersed. After watching the fierce battle between Xiang Loulan and Bu Lin just now, none of them had the courage to challenge again at this moment.

If they were in the ring with Xiang Loulan, they would have been killed long ago. But this Bu Lin, just like a normal person, such a beast-like specimen, how could they challenge him? Even those without power could see that Bu Lin’s combat power was not on the same level as theirs.

Bu Lin stomped his foot in irritation as the area below the stage emptied out. Then, he saw a young master gazing at the stage with a trance-like look, echoing with disbelief, “It’s true…”