Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

There are black pigs, white pigs, spotted pigs, and Xiang pigs.

But the one before me is entirely purple.

The pigsty is particularly foul-smelling.

Even though there's only one pig, the stench is stronger than if there were several or even a dozen!

The purple pig sluggishly opened its eyes, revealing eyes as black as obsidian.

As our gazes met, its obsidian eyes swirled like a vortex, captivating Tang Wen's attention.

"That pig is a supernatural hybrid, and it's very lazy. You don't need to bother with it."

A faint voice interrupted Tang Wen's surprise.

He wanted to ask more questions, but he had already gone through so much trouble tonight.

He didn't want any more complications at this moment.

His mental energy materialized, lifting the entire pigsty, including the shed.

Brick, brick, brick…

Nothing?

"The thing you're looking for is on the wall. Why are you dismantling the pigsty?"

Tang Wen frowned.

As if unable to support the weight, he withdrew his mental energy.

With a muffled thud, all the materials of the pigsty and shed crashed to the ground.

Buzz!

Space seemed to freeze.

The moment the materials hit the ground,

the old man behind him moved.

His eyes shone with a light as bright as a lamp!

With a single hand, he pressed down like a claw!

[Wind Division Visualization Martial Art – Thirteenth Form: Wind Pressure]

This form is similar to [Night Binding], with the same ultimate goal.

Both are methods to trap people.

However, Old Li has been immersed in the Wind Division's techniques for an unknown amount of time.

This form, Wind Pressure, is executed flawlessly, without any hint of extravagance.

Great skill appears simple!

Effortlessly executed!

Night Binding also silently and imperceptibly traps people, as if dropping them from the ninth floor.

Directly suppressing them in place.

Wind Pressure, on the other hand, uses mental energy to manipulate the airflow.

Like an eerie gust of wind, it doesn't just come from mental energy.

The air in the space where Tang Wen's lower body was located had been completely evacuated.

The pressure above his head suddenly felt as heavy as a mountain!

The wind pressure gathered, and the waves surged angrily.

The junkyard was spacious.

Old Li and Tang Wen were at least thirty to fifty steps apart.

But as soon as he restrained Tang Wen,

Old Li bent over and moved, taking a step to a position half a meter behind Tang Wen.

[Wind Division Visualization Martial Art – Nineteenth Form: Tiger Pounces on the Mountain]

A tiger pounce can leap down a mountain ridge.

Wind Slash.

Old Li held his palm upright like a knife.

Aiming at Tang Wen's neck.

Although Tang Wen was still in a state of invisibility,

the old man's hand, as withered and dark as the bark of a hundred-year-old pine tree, accurately pinpointed the location of his neck.

He doesn't move unless he has to.

But when he does, it's a guaranteed kill!

Clang.

A faint sound of metal clashing could be heard.

A section of a forearm, as black as a moonless night, stretched out, blocking the fatal strike.

Old Li, whose expression had remained unchanged since he revealed Tang Wen's location, finally paled in horror when he saw the pitch-black forearm.

"Hard Skill Visualization Method?!"

Tang Wen's faint voice rang out: "It's better to be an old thief than to die. Is it really that surprising to you, old man, to see some simple hard skills?"

Old Li's palms transformed into a flurry of afterimages.

[Wind Division Visualization Martial Art – Third Form: Swift Wind and Torrential Rain]

Two pitch-black arms stretched out, unleashing a sky full of fist shadows.

[Black Night Divine Fist – Second Form: Night Battle in All Directions]

At this moment, although his killing intent was at its peak,

the commotion wasn't too great.

Old Li seemed certain that Tang Wen wouldn't dare to make too much noise.

The wind pressure enveloped this space.

His killing moves were relentless.

Old Jianghu understand.

If you strike, show no mercy; if you show mercy, don't strike at all.

Tang Wen stopped speaking after saying that one sentence.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak.

It was that his mouth was sealed by the wind pressure!

His mouth and nose were sealed!

Old silver coin! Old silver coin!

The ancients were right.

The Wind Division's techniques include many violent and extremely powerful moves, such as Wind Sweeping the Building.

They are not known for being quiet.

And the old guy in front of him has been hiding in Gushan City, fighting against the city's largest force, the Huang family, for many years.

He's probably been thinking about how to silently eliminate his enemies every day.

The Wind Division's upright and destructive techniques.

He uses them so silently, so imperceptibly, yet with such great power.

Even Tang Wen, a transcendent from the Dark Division, has to say he admires it.

However, this Old Li, although old, is clearly a very experienced peak transcendent.

He is putting immense pressure on Tang Wen.

Tang Wen can only face him with utmost concentration.

Black arms and wind-covered fists clashed wildly.

Rapid explosions echoed like thunder in a clear sky.

But this considerable commotion was completely masked by the wind pressure.

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Even if a martial artist were to pass by the entrance of the junkyard at this time,

they would definitely not notice any sound.

Tang Wen's figure swayed, and darkness erupted.

Originally in a state of invisibility, his body was outlined by his own dark abilities.

One figure, two figures, three figures.

[Black Night Divine Fist – Third Form: Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts]

Three figures, six fists, launched a dispersed, powerful attack.

It wasn't that Tang Wen made a mistake, but that this move had to be seen by the enemy.

To make the opponent frightened, surprised, and unable to defend against everything.

It was as if a person was walking with two shadows, and the shadows had come to life.

Plus, Tang Wen's face was covered in darkness at this time.

His body was still in the invisible state of the [Moonlight Clothes].

Completely lacking facial features such as ears, nose, and eyes.

The three pure black figures were even more eerie.

But Old Li didn't panic at all.

His footsteps turned rapidly, and his mental energy surged like waves.

Several afterimages appeared in front of him.

Although not as lifelike as Tang Wen's,

as if three living people were attacking together.

They were like an eight-armed Arhat, illusory and real, making it difficult to distinguish the true body.

[Wind Division Visualization Martial Art – Sixth Form: Wind Mirage]

Tang Wen's eyes flickered.

His fighting spirit soared.

Meeting an opponent of equal skill!

That's it!

The two sides countered each other's moves.

The ground was splattered with mud, a mess, like a demolition site.

After about a hundred or so moves.

White steam rose from Tang Wen's head.

Old Li's beard and hair flared out, like a mad lion, even more ferocious.

Suddenly, the pressure on Tang Wen's head disappeared.

The wind pressure was withdrawn.

He was surprised, what?

Could it be that the old thief couldn't hold on any longer?

Just as he was wondering.

The next moment.

Several tornadoes rolled towards him.

Damn it!

It wasn't that he couldn't hold on any longer.

The old man had just moved the wind control position upward.

In other words.

The other party's mental energy was very abundant.

Withdrawing the pressure, one was to discover that this pressure was useless against Tang Wen.

The second was to make the silent range larger, so that he could use more and more brutal Wind Division secret techniques.

As the tornadoes rose, they stirred up the mud on the ground and the feces in the pigsty.

Rushing towards Tang Wen.

Tang Wen cursed inwardly, not daring to resist head-on.

But he had no other way, and couldn't break the move for a while.

He could only use mental energy to confront him head-on.

The Dark Illusion suddenly appeared.

A nine-story tower suddenly appeared, pressing down on the old man, and then quickly shrinking.

[Black Night Divine Fist – Ninth Form: Dark Binding, Mental Shackles]

Old Li's expression finally changed.

This time it wasn't fake.

He didn't even bother to use wind pressure to control the field.

His eyes burst out with brilliance.

And Tang Wen launched the most dangerous and quietest mental energy contest.

The dark heavy building collapsed layer by layer.

Tang Wen felt the pressure and frantically output mental energy, and the black building was repaired again.

"Wait! There's a misunderstanding!"

Old Li, seized the opportunity to speak!

"Misunderstanding? Hehe, it's just delaying time, waiting for your pig to recover, right?" Tang Wen sneered.