Chapter 149: Turning the Tables
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"
As Chen Tianlong rushed to midway, he waved his right hand and threw out three silver needles. This was the most forceful use of the hidden weapon so far, and Chen Tianlong was filled with confidence in a certain victory. This was the final gamble.
Years ago, his master used the Stone-Throwing Technique against the Toad Skill, and now this scene mirrored the past. It’s just that his skills weren’t as profound, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it.
Hiss!
Hao Kan felt a wave of pain, his movements clearly slowed down a lot. One silver needle had pierced right by his heart, but he managed to dodge the other two.
But is that really the heart?
After the battle fifteen years ago at the Celestial Martial Sect, Sect Leader Zhou Bin focused on studying the Toad Skill. He discovered that, during attacks, the Toad Skill was most fearful of sudden hidden weapons.
Undoubtedly, if the opponent’s hidden weapon attacked his fatal points, he must protect his heart and head.
Additionally, he fortified the muscles around key acupoints like Baihui, Zhangmen, Taiyang, and Yamen.
Initially, Chen Tianlong was overjoyed, as his silver needle had pierced the opponent’s heart area. Logically, Hao Kan would soon lose combat ability.
However.
The scene he saw was beyond his expectations. Not only did Hao Kan not lose his combat ability, but his attacks felt even more fierce.
By this time, the opponent was already in front of him. Dodging was barely possible.
In desperation, Chen Tianlong gathered all his strength into his right fist, closed his eyes, and suddenly threw a punch.
This was the strength he used as a baby; he had no more left.
"Die, kid!"
Hao Kan was furious. Although the silver needle pierced his heart area, he wasn’t going to die, but the stabbing pain was unbearable. He had to quickly take Chen Tianlong down and then go back to heal.
"Boom!"
There was a sound, but it was no longer a dull thud; instead, it was a huge explosion!
At this moment, if there were many onlookers, their mouths would be agape, their eyes wide open. Because, after this sound, a strange scene unfolded.
Chen Tianlong remained unmoved.
However, Hao Kan flew back seven or eight meters, and after hitting the ground, he spat out three mouthfuls of blood, breathing heavily. He wanted to say something in surprise, but before he could finish, he fainted.
Clearly not dead, yet crippled.
Because all the bones in Hao Kan’s arm were shattered by this punch, and Chen Tianlong hadn’t controlled his strength, directly hitting Hao Kan’s right chest.
If one approached Hao Kan now, they’d find that on his right chest, there is a fist-sized concave pit, intermittently seeping blood.
Chen Tianlong looked at his fist, somewhat in disbelief. Is this really him? How is he so powerful!
At this moment, Chen Tianlong suddenly recalled a scene at the mountain stream where his arm, after being scratched by the Spirit Beast gorilla, mixed with the gorilla’s blood.
Could that be the reason?
Just as Chen Tianlong was thinking, he suddenly felt intense pain in his arm, scaring him so much that he quickly held his right shoulder with his left hand and squatted on the ground.
"Ah... hiss..."
Chen Tianlong was in such pain that tears were nearly flowing out. What happened to his shoulder, why was it so painful?
However, this place wasn’t one to linger in. Although he hadn’t killed anyone, hitting someone to this extent, if the manor’s security saw it, they’d arrest him.
So, Chen Tianlong chose to leave.
After walking a few hundred meters, he suddenly found his arm unbearably painful. Remembering the scene at the mountain stream, Chen Tianlong mustered strength and punched the ground.
"Boom!"
Indeed, a shock wave sent the grass on the lawn flying all over, leaving a palm-sized depression on the ground.
Chen Tianlong let out a bitter laugh, what secret lay within his body, he didn’t even know.
He could only find a chance to ask Master Tan Tian, given that he was a Divine Doctor, and might know what kind of illness it was.
Indeed, Chen Tianlong now felt his arm was diseased, and seriously so. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have such tremendous strength, capable of instantly defeating the Ancient Martial Cultivator Hao Kan.
"Chen Tianlong, are you okay!"
At this moment, three people came running from not far ahead. As Chen Tianlong looked, it turned out to be Wu Mengting, Yang Fan, and Lin Wushuang.
Lin Wushuang seemed to notice something odd, as Chen Tianlong was holding his arm, his right hand was on the ground, and most importantly, there was a groove on the ground, clearly made by Chen Tianlong.
"No... nothing."
Chen Tianlong gave a bitter smile, just now the pain nearly cost him his life, how could he be fine? But in front of Wu Mengting, no matter how painful, how tired, he couldn’t show it.
Chen Tianlong only hoped that everything about him wouldn’t affect Wu Mengting’s normal life, otherwise, he’d genuinely feel guilty.
"Boss, are you really okay?"
Yang Fan clearly noticed something amiss, there were traces of blood on Chen Tianlong’s fist, and his clothes looked a bit dirty, likely from just having gone through a life-and-death fight.
"Yeah, really."
Chen Tianlong nodded, suddenly recalling something and hurriedly asked, "Wushuang, was Lu Xiaoyu found?"
"Found her, she came back on her own, said she was captured by two people but then released, really strange." Lin Wushuang was a bit puzzled.
"I see!"
Chen Tianlong roughly understood, the reason those two captured Lu Xiaoyu was clearly to draw him out for Hao Kan, without any plan to harm Lu Xiaoyu.
Besides, those two, if Chen Tianlong guessed correctly, were likely Hao Jian and Mo Shaoyun.
But without evidence, Chen Tianlong couldn’t just point fingers. Anyway, Hao Kan was beaten into such a state by him, he’d probably have to stay in bed from now on.
"Alright, let’s go back; everyone’s still playing."
Chen Tianlong smiled slightly and grabbed Wu Mengting’s hand to start heading back.
Leaving Yang Fan and Lin Wushuang standing dumbfounded, and after a moment, they quickly followed.
Seeing Chen Tianlong holding Wu Mengting’s hand, Lin Wushuang naturally felt a tinge of jealousy flash across her face, though the expression quickly vanished.
Yang Fan, an Ancient Martial Artist, had high vigilance and noticed Lin Wushuang’s fleeting expression.
"Ah, the boss is really amazing, even Miss Chen has silently consented." Yang Fan shook his head, walking behind Lin Wushuang, his spirits lifted by the calm night.
The night passed without a word, and this time, the summer camp ended perfectly with last night’s fond memories.
The next morning, around seven, everyone set off back to school. After a two-hour journey, amidst singing, the students returned to campus.
For the next two days, the school, and even the entire South Sea City, was extraordinarily quiet.
Born in distress, die in ease.
So, just before the storm hits, it’s always so serene and peaceful, leaving one defenseless.