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Chapter 886 - 896: I am the Martial Arts Peak! (Three Updates)

Chapter 886: Chapter 896: I am the Martial Arts Peak! (Three Updates)

Tang Zhong made his move!

Standing in mid-air, he swung his blade and instantly sliced the surrounding helicopters in half.

The helicopters split apart like tofu, shattering instantly.

From high above, they plummeted to the ground and exploded on impact, turning to debris as a sea of flames engulfed the entire military base.

Nobody had anticipated this outcome.

Even as flames raged all around, Tang Zhong remained in the air, unmoved.

At this moment, Lute stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what had just transpired in the past three seconds.

Their combat helicopters had all been wiped out.

"This... this is absolutely impossible!"

He had never imagined Tang Zhong could wield such terrifying power.

This was the military base of the Lucao Kingdom, and Lute had already anticipated Tang Zhong’s arrival, specially arranging a deadly ambush. A military force this powerful was supposed to annihilate anyone who dared intrude.

But what he hadn’t expected was this.

The helicopters, the centerpiece of the ambush, were completely obliterated by the opponent.

"How... how did you do this?" Lute asked Tang Zhong in terror. "Even if you’re a Martial Artist Master, this is impossible! What kind of trickery are you using?"

"Who told you I’m just a Martial Artist Master?" Tang Zhong replied coldly.

"Where are Jiu Ye and Xiao Jiu? Speak!"

With a thunderous roar, the soldiers of the Lucao Kingdom retreated several steps in fright.

Lute, hearing Tang Zhong’s words, grew even more terrified. He thought Tang Zhong was a Martial Artist Master. If not, the strength he had just demonstrated must belong to a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

A Martial Arts Grandmaster at such a young age!

An overwhelming dread crawled over Lute’s skull. If the opponent truly was a Grandmaster, then this military base would mean nothing—less than ants in his eyes!

No... this must be impossible. In the entire Xuan Country, Lute had never heard of such a young Martial Arts Grandmaster!

This man must be bluffing!

"Ha! So you want to know where they are? Dream on, boy. You’re the one who’s going to die!" Lute bellowed, then ordered decisively, "Fire!"

In an instant, artillery from every corner simultaneously opened fire on Tang Zhong. Soldiers armed with rocket launchers in the strongholds also locked onto him and launched their attacks!

Artillery shells came from all directions, converging on a single point, aiming straight at him.

Lute stared at Tang Zhong, his pupils filled with fiery fervor. No matter how powerful a martial artist, he thought, no one could escape the devastation of modern weaponry!

Besides, Lute knew Tang Zhong carried the stone the High Priest needed. If he could kill this man and take the stone, his entry into the Witch Cult would be guaranteed!

The thought filled Lute with excitement. What was the use of being a general? Only by joining the Witch Cult and pursuing realms beyond martial arts could he fulfill his true potential.

And now, his moment of victory seemed imminent.

"Die!" Lute roared sinisterly, his eyes almost glowing with ferocity.

Countless artillery shells surged toward Tang Zhong, detonating in an array of fiery explosions that lit up the sky, as if to completely consume him.

Just when everyone thought Tang Zhong was undoubtedly dead, the corners of his lips quirked upward slightly.

In that moment, flames began to ignite on his Tang Sword, burning ever so steadily.

Then, he struck forward with the blade, like a sword plunging through the night.

In that split second.

The overwhelming Blood Power surged forth against the incoming artillery, unleashing deafening booms one after another!

Not a single shell came close to Tang Zhong; all were obliterated mid-air, the consecutive explosions sounding like thunder, shattering glass for miles around.

The soldiers of the Lucao Kingdom were thrown to the ground, their faces pale as they trembled uncontrollably.

But their eyes remained locked on the place Tang Zhong had stood, desperate to see what had become of him.

Ahead lay a sea of flames, raging and devouring everything. They all knew that was where the man had been moments ago.

Lute allowed himself a sly grin. No one could survive this. What lay ahead spelled certain death for anyone!

The wind swept through, and the flames began to slowly disperse.

And then, Tang Zhong calmly walked out of the inferno, completely unscathed.

In that moment, the faces of everyone around twisted into horror.

The soldiers of the Lucao Kingdom widened their eyes in disbelief. "This... how is this possible? Absolutely impossible!"

"How did he survive being under that many shells?"

Lute, who had been smiling triumphantly, now had his face contorted in shock and fear.

"How can he still be alive?"

Tang Zhong, holding his flaming Tang Sword, approached Lute, his expression cold and unyielding. In an instant, his figure turned into a blinding streak of light.

That streak darted toward Lute, aiming to end his life.

Lute, realizing Tang Zhong’s intent, attempted to resist—but it was too late.

The blade was already beside him.

"No..." Lute screamed.

But the flaming blade had already slashed through, cutting straight into Lute’s body.

"Did you forget? I told you—I am not a Martial Artist Master. Nor am I a Martial Arts Grandmaster. I have reached the Martial Arts Peak!" Tang Zhong stated coldly.

Lute’s pupils contracted in horror. Martial Arts Peak—on par with the High Priest himself. And this impossibly young man had achieved it.

In his eyes, there was nothing left but pure terror. If he had known his opponent was such a formidable figure, he wouldn’t have dared provoke him in the first place.

But it was too late for regrets now.

Agonizing pain spread from his waist as his body was cleaved apart, collapsing into a pool of blood.

Meanwhile, Tang Zhong stood proud with his blade in hand, radiating unmatched dominance.

The soldiers of the Lucao Kingdom were struck dumb with fear, their bodies trembling as they collapsed to their knees, begging for mercy.

But all that awaited them was the slash of his blade.

The soldiers were reduced to mangled remains, crushed beyond recognition.

Tang Zhong would spare no one from the Lucao Kingdom.

Kill!

He swung his blade, and a ten-meter-long streak of Knife Qi carved a massive furrow into the ground.

Meanwhile, in the dim underground prison.

Jiu Ye and Xiao Jiu were both bound to stakes.

Beside them sat one of Lute’s lackeys.

From outside, the endless rumble of explosions echoed into the prison.

The lackey sneered, "Old man, you hear that? That racket is your young friend trying to save you. But unfortunately for him, our General Lute has already laid the Heavenly Net. It’s only a matter of time before that fool dies out there!"

Jiu Ye’s face darkened upon hearing this. "You band of thieves will meet your end soon enough! The people of Xuan Country will never forgive this!"

"Xuan Country, ha!" the lackey jeered. "Old man, you need to understand, this is the Lucao Kingdom, not your precious Xuan Country. Go ahead, find me one Xuan Country person who can save you!"

Just as he finished speaking.

The entire underground prison shook violently. The lamps rocked back and forth as though the structure itself had been struck.

The lackey, who had been sitting, fell off his chair and landed heavily on the ground.

What happened next would be burned into his memory forever.

From nowhere, a flaming long blade pierced through the ceiling of the prison.

The blade slashed straight down, splitting the ceiling apart with a thunderous crash, sending dust and debris flying as the entire prison turned into an open-air ruin.

And in that same instant, a shadowy figure emerged above. It was Tang Zhong.