Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 53 - 0 Promotion to First Class_1
Chapter 53: 053 Promotion to First Class_1
Chapter 53: 053 Promotion to First Class_1
Duge looked at Tong Shihong and smiled, nodding his head, “Good.”
Tong Shihong let out a sigh of relief and circulated his qi to adjust his combat state.
Duge drew the longsword strapped to his back, held it with both hands, and saluted Tong Shihong with a fist, seriously saying, “Sect Master Tong, this sword is three feet seven inches long and one inch three parts wide, forged from fine steel. It has slain the fierce beast Gluttony, and is named the Gluttony Sword.”
The Gluttony Sword?
Tong Shihong’s pupils shrank, and some not-so-pleasant images involuntarily invaded his mind, causing the momentum he had just built up to suddenly dissipate.
But seeing the serious look on Duge’s face, he took a deep breath and once again adjusted his mood. Mimicking Duge, he showed his own fists: “This old man does not wield weapons. With a pair of iron fists, I’ve fought all over the world. The name of my fists is ‘Overlord Fist’. Sect Leader Feng, please enlighten me.”
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Duge took another look at Tong Shihong, then pulled Wang San to his side and said, “Wang San, the Heavenly Demon Possessing Body, is adept at using soundwave techniques. Wherever the soundwaves reach, they bewilder the mind…”
Whoom!
Like lightning exploding in Tong Shihong’s mind.
His mind went blank. We’re having a martial contest, introducing the sword is one thing, but why introduce him?
Tong Shihong, annoyed, glared at Duge and said gruffly, “Sect Leader Feng, it is a fair fight between the two of us. If a third person intervenes, even if I lose, I shall not be convinced in my heart.”
All his life he had been cautious and composed. He hadn’t expected that upon encountering Feng Qi, in merely a moment’s time, his defenses would be breached several times—truly bewildering!
“Oh, I noticed the Sect Master kept looking at him, so I thought I’d introduce Wang San to the Sect Master. He won’t join the fight; you’re overthinking it.” Duge said with a light smile, pointing his longsword forward, “Sect Master, please.”
Tong Shihong is a top martial artist of the era, his martial arts representing the world’s top level.
Once he calmed down, Duge’s eagerness to live out his martial arts dream was revived.
But though his extremely high attributes made it feel like slaughtering lambs when fighting the likes of Gao Yong and others, now that he had finally met Tong Shihong, he naturally wanted to spar with him to indulge his desire to compete with a master and also to verify how high his own abilities were. He couldn’t always bring a Wang San with him wherever he went.
However, facing the unknown, Duge did not dare to be careless and naturally thought of ways to dampen his opponent’s edge first.
It wasn’t a sneaky move; it was psychological warfare before a contest between experts.
The Fear of the Delicate used by Wang San was also a form of psychological warfare.
The impact of the Fear of the Delicate was too great. If it were used on someone like Tong Shihong, he would be ruined. Feng Yunjie, Han Zuo, and others who had succumbed to the Fear of the Delicate, had since been demoted to Incense Master, being kept as far away from Wang San as possible to maximize their usefulness.
Now, the Peacekeeping Gang is short of people, and they try not to use it unless absolutely necessary. High-level experts must be won over by faith and ideology primarily.
If he really can’t beat Tong Shihong, it’s not too late for Wang San to act.
Duge believed Wang San wouldn’t be so pedantic.
…
Looking at the Gluttony Sword in Duge’s hand and then at Wang San, who stood to the side with an inexplicable smile on his lips, Tong Shihong felt agitated and couldn’t calm down no matter what. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions: “Please.”
As soon as the words were spoken.
Duge’s figure had already disappeared from in front of him.
The sound of splitting wind came from his left side.
He slightly shifted his body, evading the sword thrust at his heart, and counterattacked with a punch aimed at Duge’s head.
His fist, throwing out a punch and hitting empty air. Having extensive combat experience, Tong Shihong instinctively withdrew his punch, and sure enough, a sharp sword light had already slashed down his arm. If he had been a fraction slower, he would have lost half of his arm.
Such quick speed.
After two moves, Tong Shihong drew in a cold breath. From Feng Qi’s position and the hand with which he held the sword, Tong Shihong could tell that Feng Qi had no martial arts skills. However, this astonishing speed and reaction ability were enough to crush more than half of the top experts in the Martial Worlds.
Too fast!
Little did he know that Duge was equally astonished on the other side. His keen senses allowed him to clearly perceive every movement of Tong Shihong, but his opponent seemed to be able to predict his moves in advance, always dodging his fatal strikes in time.
Moreover, although the fists seemed slow, they were actually very fast, as if they could break through space instantly, appearing in front of his eyes in a flash.
The world’s boxing champions on Earth are said to be able to throw over a dozen punches in one second. Tong Shihong’s punch speed was clearly far beyond this frequency and also contained power.
The most critical part was that he could maintain this punching speed continuously and even adapt with new moves midway through, which was truly terrifying.
As expected of a top martial arts expert from the Martial Worlds, bolstered by inner strength.
Before he united Luyang City, he was definitely no match for Sect Master Tong; even if he tried to launch a backstab at the crucial moment, there was a chance that Sect Master Tong could turn around and punch him right in the face.
And this terrifying battle intuition.
No wonder Qiu Muqian had invited him to confront her; if she hadn’t grown so quickly, she would have likely fallen to this old man.
Indeed.
Just maintaining a small Luyang City wasn’t enough to dominate the land.
The future is long; one must continue to strive in life.
…
“Damn, this old man is too fierce!” Feng Zhong couldn’t help but marvel, “He can actually keep up with Brother Qi’s speed.”
“Fierce?” Wang San sneered disbelievingly, “Among the three sects, five factions, two gangs, and one family clan, plus the hidden masters not affiliated with these groups, guys like him, at most, are a mere twenty in total…”
“Only twenty and you think that’s few?” Feng Zhong said, “I’m finding your claims more and more exaggerated.”
Wang San gave him a look and asked, “How many days have we been in this world?”
“…” Feng Zhong was momentarily stunned, but when he looked at Sect Master Tong again, much of his agitation had settled, “In that case, he’s just average.”
“Average compared to Brother Qi,” Wang San said, looking at Duge with eyes full of admiration, murmuring, “Never in the simulated realms have I seen someone as awesome as Brother Qi; he will probably go to the Alien Battlefield in the future.”
“Yeah!” Feng Zhong agreed with a nod, “I wonder which family nurtured such a stunningly brilliant figure like Brother Qi. Once he steps out of the simulated realm, he’s bound to become famous…”
…
Watching the two fight, Qiu Muqian had a look of grievance; Feng Qi had such skill, yet he still chose to launch a sneak attack on her father—it was complete disdain for martial morality!
Utterly shameless!
In that moment, Qiu Muqian’s heart was filled with desolation, suddenly realizing that perhaps she would never be able to rescue her father and take back the Iron Palm Gang.
…
“Wang San, what are you doing?”
Duge suddenly called out.
Caught off guard, Sect Master Tong stiffened, revealing an opening.
Duge swept his sword toward his shoulder, quickly sidestepped, and in a flash, was behind Sect Master Tong.
A backstab.
At such a close range, Sect Master Tong had no chance to react; a fine steel longsword was already held against his neck.
The cold blade touching Sect Master Tong’s throat, Duge smiled faintly, “Sect Master Tong, you’ve lost.”
An unexpected move, indeed!
It turned out his speed when attacking from behind far exceeded that of a frontal assault.
Sect Master Tong sighed inwardly, feeling the cold sword against his neck, when suddenly he stiffened, as if he smelled a faint stench. His expression changed, “Sect Leader Feng, please put away your sword, this old man admits defeat!”
It was over!
Qiu Muqian closed her eyes in pain.
“Sect Master Tong, thank you for letting me win.”
Duge smoothly withdrew his longsword, stepping back with a smile. He was quite pleased with the outcome of the match; without Wang San’s help, he had defeated a top-level expert. Now, his confidence in upholding the justice of the martial arts world was even greater.
