I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1806 - 237: Modesty is Strength

Chapter 1806: Chapter 237: Modesty is Strength

The new king emerges, and the old king fades away—perhaps this has always been an eternal law of existence.

Yet in every era, there are always one or two anomalies, individuals who, despite possessing less-than-extraordinary talent, repeatedly rise above expectations.

The Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch is undoubtedly such a figure. In the generation of Wang Fuling’s unparalleled dominance, Jiang Fushen seemed destined to be just a name buried among the masses—a star in daylight, its existence undeniable but barely visible, let alone mentioned.

It wasn’t until the sky once shrouded in the veil of invincibility dissipated that people suddenly realized—there are so many brilliant stars lighting up the long night.

Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch, the strongest of the Medicine God Sect lineage, and the one most likely to ascend to the Saint Realm.

Even the proud Cao Jinyu once remarked that, should he face Jiang Fushen, the odds of victory and defeat would be evenly split.

At that time, the Dutian Heavenly King was still purely an intelligence network—combat power analysis made by intelligence leaders never faced skepticism.

So much so that well-meaning enthusiasts had already prepared the honorary title for the Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch upon sanctification—Blue Lotus Saint Sovereign.

And that very Blue Lotus, considered by the masses to hold the potential for sanctification, was now rampaging through Tang Luo’s Natural Dao Realm, freely maneuvering within countless clusters of condensed, extreme energy.

The violent natural energies, untamed even by Tang Luo, retreated one by one upon the Blue Lotus’s entry.

These energies chose to clash with other ferocious energies rather than face the Blue Lotus directly, repeatedly yielding in a space that already lacked any spare room.

"Senior’s divine might is truly awe-inspiring."

Feeling the cowardice of his own energies retreating, Tang Luo sighed, "Looks like without forcing them, this contest really won’t go anywhere."

Is nature powerful?

Of course, it’s powerful. But nature is also the most fragile, much like the earth.

You can shape it as you please—digging pits, building canals—it has no objections; planting flowers and grass, fire or flood—it doesn’t protest.

The myriad of things follows suit. All comply with nature’s will, even when they coalesce into boundless torrents of force; they remain bound by natural law.

This compliance is undeniably wise, yet from a human perspective, this compliance can also seem timid.

Take, for example, a tall tree inviting the winds to break it, or the seas drawn to low points. Humans seek humility to become kings.

If one has already ascended to this height, why not fight, why not strive, why not seize?

Because the oppression isn’t yet enough. In other words, within this three-span space, these natural energies would rather tear into themselves than face the Blue Lotus.

What if the space became even smaller? Tang Luo’s eyes flashed brilliantly as the previously chaotic realm collapsed further, shrinking now to two spans.

To the watching Divine Sect powerhouses, they could only faintly sense that this new compression of the Dao Realm was something out of the ordinary, but its exact magnitude of power remained beyond their perception.

Only Jiang Fushen, truly experiencing the surge and roil of energies firsthand, knew the sheer exaggeration of it.

Yet perhaps due to the relentless shocks received earlier, the Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch now felt numb, his expression serene and composed.

Even in the two-span Natural Dao Realm, the rampaging energies within still walked cautiously around the Blue Lotus.

Jiang Fushen thought to himself silently and then saw Tang Luo’s Dao realm compress into a one-span black sphere.

Within the pitch-black mass, only occasional flashes of green faintly emerged. The natural energies, barred from any retreat, finally collided with the Blue Lotus after being squeezed into the one-span space.

Above the tender peony, the black sphere trembled violently, sending ripples radiating outward with each fluctuation, transforming into fierce gales that weighed down all creation.

Yet throughout this, no trace of energy leaked near the peony flower—even the bead-like dewdrops on its petals remained untouched.

Tang Luo remained expressionless, and Jiang Fushen maintained a calm facade. Yet within the Natural Dao Realm, their confrontation burned fiercely.

As much as Jiang Fushen was unwilling to admit it, even with the Dao Realm compressed to a one-span size, Tang Luo still couldn’t control the Blue Lotus. The Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch had concentrated every bit of his overwhelming Dao Realm solely within the Blue Lotus.

Greatness has never equaled power—this is a truth every king understands.

The same hundred units of energy—would it release more strength within the size of a fist or the tip of a finger?

Tang Luo was now grappling with just this predicament. This Blue Lotus, in absolute force, had completely overwhelmed the entirety of energies contained in the Natural Dao Realm.

Under such circumstances, unless Tang Luo managed to compress his Dao Realm to a size smaller than Jiang Fushen’s Blue Lotus, only then could they truly clash.

Otherwise, the ultimate outcome would be the Blue Lotus breaking through the Natural Dao Realm and acting upon the peony, quietly causing it to bloom across its full phase.

But could Tang Luo shrink his Dao Realm any further?

The answer, of course, was—absolutely!

Faced with the realization that a one-span black sphere Dao Realm still couldn’t hold the Blue Lotus, the young king grew ruthless.

Nine feet, six feet, three feet!

The black sphere’s divine soul enveloped the Blue Lotus entirely, erasing all hints of green from view. At its edges, the black sphere seemed to burn within the Great Thousand World, as though its very space were alien to the cosmos itself.

Jiang Fushen’s expression finally cracked, for through the Blue Lotus, he could distinctly feel one thing—Tang Luo’s Dao Realm was still shrinking!

[I can’t let the Blue Lotus stay inside any longer!]

Despite the overwhelming energy nestled within the Blue Lotus that crushed the Natural Dao Realm, Jiang Fushen’s heart stirred with faint unease. Without delay, he ripped the Blue Lotus out of the darkened Natural Dao Realm.

At the precise moment the Blue Lotus left the black sphere, the realm collapsed once more, shrinking threefold until it reached a single foot.

From a span to a foot, the intensity of energies contained within the Natural Dao Realm increased more than a hundredfold.

Jiang Fushen finally understood why his heart had lurched moments ago—had he hesitated even a fraction, his Blue Lotus might have been entangled by the black sphere Dao Realm, never to escape.

What kind of monster stood before him? Could reincarnation truly be real? Otherwise, how could one explain how this man, barely thirty years old, had traversed distances it had taken them centuries to approach?

Jiang Fushen felt deeply unsettled. Thus, the Blue Lotus bloomed wide, enveloping the peony in the gentle embrace of its life-giving energy.

He had no desire to observe the changing nature of the opponent’s Dao Realm or entertain notions of etiquette. His only wish was to bring this contest to a swift conclusion and retreat to Returning Treasure Peak.

For each glance at Tang Luo brought memories of that obnoxious Wang, souring his mood to no end!

And as if that weren’t enough, he found traces of invincible arrogance in Tang Luo’s very visage, which only deepened his irritation, prompting him to shut his eyes in frustration.

The Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch was displeased, and Tang Luo wasn’t too thrilled either. He hadn’t anticipated the Blue Lotus would flee so quickly—if only it had remained a moment longer as he shrank the realm another few inches, this pretentious Blue Lotus might have been trapped for good.

But now it had escaped and directly acted upon the peony. This was nothing short of bypassing the Dao Realm struggle entirely to escalate to a rules-based contest. And yet—Tang Luo knew his Dao Realm still had room to compress those few inches further...