Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 173 - 173 108 Discuss_1

173: 108 Discuss_1 173: 108 Discuss_1 “Stop once a hit is acknowledged, how about that?”

Tang Yilong spoke enthusiastically, his face full of anticipation.

Shen Long thought for a moment, then nodded, “I have long heard of Taoist Friend Tang’s great reputation.

Where shall we have our friendly contest?”

“How about just outside the marketplace!

Several of my relatives are here, and Taoist Friend Shen can also invite other friends to watch,”

said Tang Yilong.

Shen Long looked at Huang Hu and asked, “Taoist Friend Huang, are you interested in watching our friendly contest?”

Logically speaking, Tang Yilong should not resort to deceit, but to be cautious, it’s better to invite other friends to watch.

“Sure!

As a matter of fact, since the foundation of his cultivation, Taoist Friend Tang has rarely been defeated,”

Huang Hu said with a smile.

Shen Long nodded, understanding that Huang Hu was telling him that Tang Yilong was very strong.

They left the marketplace and came to a wide-open space.

Tang Keqing, Xu Tianlei, and more than a dozen other Foundation Establishment Cultivators were there—it seemed they were also eager to watch the contest between Tang Yilong and Shen Long.

Shen Long and Tang Yilong were a hundred yards apart.

As soon as the contest began, Shen Long raised both hands, and two giant fireballs, each five yards in diameter, shot out, smashing toward Tang Yilong.

Tang Yilong reacted quickly, summoning a long staff with ceaselessly flowing golden light.

With a flick of his wrist, the staff shadow fluttered like the wind, sweeping out a swath of golden staff shadows striking the two giant fireballs.

After the thunderous rumbling noise, the two giant fireballs burst apart, turning into a sea of red flames.

Before the flames could dissipate, another two giant fireballs came crashing down.

Tang Yilong swung his golden staff, smashing the incoming red flames into pieces, while a thick golden light shield appeared on his body, protecting his whole body.

A green tornado swept in, arriving in front of him in an instant.

He swung his golden staff at the green tornado, and with a loud boom, the tornado exploded, sending hundreds of giant Wind Blades flying out, hitting the golden light shield repeatedly, resulting in a series of muffled sounds as the brilliance of the light shield dimmed.

A spear with ceaselessly flowing golden light shot forward, reaching Tang Yilong in an instant.

Tang Yilong swung his golden staff at the golden spear, and with a muffled sound of metal clashing, the spear exploded into tens of thousands of Gold Ants.

The tens of thousands of Gold Ants suddenly coalesced, forming into golden arrows that shot straight towards Tang Yilong.

The dense golden arrows hit the golden light shield one after another, making a series of muffled sounds.

The shield’s spiritual light grew dim until it finally shattered, and some of the golden arrows struck Tang Yilong, emitting a sound of metal clashing.

Before Tang Yilong could catch his breath, a giant fireball fell from the sky, aiming right at him.

At the same time, more than a dozen thick Green Vines broke through the ground, entangling Tang Yilong’s feet.

Just as Tang Yilong was about to counter, a piercing screech rang by his ear, and he felt as if he had crashed into an iron wall, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

By the time he recovered his senses, the giant fireball had hit him, instantly exploding upon impact, with rolling flames engulfing his figure.

Before the flames had dispersed, another giant fireball shot out, striking Tang Yilong.

Shen Long raised both hands, launching one giant fireball after another, each continuously slamming into Tang Yilong amid an unceasing barrage of explosive noises and surging flames.

Shen Long raised his right hand, and a blue light-emitting seal flew from his grasp, expanding rapidly and smashing towards Tang Yilong.

At the same time, with a lift of his left hand, another green tornado swept out, reaching the front of the sea of red flames in an instant.

A long staff with ceaselessly flowing golden light swept out, shattering the green tornado into pieces.

Hundreds of giant Wind Blades shot out, plunging into the sea of flames, causing a series of muffled sounds.

As the blue giant seal came crashing down, a hurried male voice from within the sea of flames called out, “Taoist Friend Shen, I admit defeat, please stop.”

No sooner had the words left him than Tang Keqing and several other Tang Family disciples moved to intercept the giant seal.

Even if Tang Yilong practiced Body Cultivation, he couldn’t withstand a heavy supreme-quality Magic Artifact.

Shen Long pinched a spell, and the blue giant seal shrank rapidly, flying back into the sleeve of Shen Long’s robe.

The sea of red flames exploded apart, and Tang Yilong emerged.

His clothes were torn and tattered, his skin was covered with numerous tiny cuts, and he looked disheveled and bedraggled.

“Haha, exhilarating, that was truly exhilarating.”

Tang Yilong burst into hearty laughter, not angry but pleased instead.

Over the years, he had sparred with many Foundation Establishment Cultivators, losing few and winning many.

“Thank you for your leniency, Taoist Friend Tang,”

Shen Long politely responded.

“There’s no need for modesty, Taoist Friend Shen.

You defeated me fair and square.

It is truly rare to see someone cultivate multiple spells to Great Perfection like you have,”

Tang Yilong said with a face full of admiration.

Shen Long smiled lightly and said, “Taoist Friend Tang overpraises me.”

“Taoist Friend Shen, we have prepared a banquet.

How about we go back to the marketplace to eat and talk?”

Tang Keqing suggested.

“Indeed, let’s return to the marketplace for a leisurely chat,”

Tang Yilong said with a warm tone.

Shen Long nodded, agreed, and the group made their way back to the marketplace, arriving at a secluded courtyard with green-tiled roofs.

Inside the courtyard, there was a green stone pavilion with two exquisitely made green food boxes placed upon a stone table.

Tang Keqing walked over, took out the fine wine and dishes from the food boxes, and arranged them on the stone table.

Everyone sat down to enjoy the wine and converse.

When the topic of spell cultivation came up, Tang Yilong, full of curiosity, asked, “Taoist Friend Shen, your talent for art techniques is very high!

Being able to cultivate so many art techniques to Great Perfection.”

“Diligence can compensate for lack of talent.

One only needs to spend more time cultivating the art techniques,”

Shen Long replied.

Tang Yilong nodded and started discussing the cultivation of art techniques with Shen Long, who shared his own experience truthfully.

Half an hour later, the banquet concluded, and Shen Long and the others each went their separate ways.

“Uncle Eight, what do you think?”

Tang Keqing inquired.

“He must be the Shen Long from the Spirit Control Sect, the one who came in third at the Xuanyang Ceremony.

The multiple art techniques he commands are identical to those of that Shen Long,”

Tang Yilong declared.

The influence of the Xuanyang Ceremony was great, and the Tang Family’s spies had gathered information about it, knowing that a dark horse had emerged from the event.

“Why would he change his name and conceal his identity?”

Tang Kezhen asked with confusion.

“Perhaps he has his reasons we don’t know about.

He is not really trying to conceal his identity; if he truly wanted to, he wouldn’t have kept the same appearance, nor would he spar with others so casually,”

Tang Yilong elaborated.

Tang Keqing and Tang Kezhen suddenly realized that this made sense.

“This man is an elite of the Spirit Control Sect, and also a disciple of a Core Formation Cultivator.

Do not treat him poorly.

Take good care of him, form a good connection.

If he doesn’t wish to reveal his identity, there’s no need for us to disclose it.

Just consider him to be Shen Shi,”

Tang Yilong instructed.

“Yes, Uncle Eight,”

Tang Keqing and Tang Kezhen readily agreed.

In Qingtang Courtyard, Shen Long sat within a green stone pavilion, his face showing a thoughtful expression.

“It seems they must know my true identity,”

Shen Long muttered to himself.

He knew that sparring with Tang Yilong could expose his identity, and he did this deliberately.

Since the Spirit Control Sect held no deep grudges against the Tang Family, Shen Long had allowed his identity to be exposed.