Chapter 208: Ingrate
"Where exactly did it go wrong?!" A solemn expression flashed across Meichuan Kuzi’s brow.
The unusual scene just now made him no longer dare to underestimate Lin Tian.
"What an amazing feeling!" Lin Tian found the feeling just now very peculiar.
Everything slowed down, just like slow motion in a movie.
Maybe everything seemed normal in other people’s eyes, but to him, it was in slow motion.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced behind him, only to see behind the shipping container covered densely with throwing stars.
But this time, Lin Tian dared to pat his chest and guarantee he wasn’t hurt at all.
"How did you do it?" Unable to solve the doubt in his heart for a long time, Meichuan Kuzi asked.
"Don’t forget, all those fancy moves you Sakula Country people have were taught by us from the Celestial Dragon Continent. Now the student has learned and wants to starve the master?"
"Tch, the master still has a few tricks to specifically deal with ungrateful disciples like you!" Lin Tian spat on the ground viciously.
There’s nothing wrong with what he said; Sakula Country’s culture originates from the Celestial Dragon Continent’s culture.
Sakula Country’s martial arts stem from the Celestial Dragon Continent’s martial arts.
Including Sakula Country’s tea ceremony, cuisine, writing...
Everything carries a strong essence of the Celestial Dragon Continent.
This point, even the people of Sakula Country cannot deny.
But who would have thought that the student would learn and try to beat the master to death with a flurry of punches?
Truly a white-eyed wolf!!!
"Hmph, stop showing off that ridiculous pride of the Celestial Dragon Continent in front of me!" Meichuan Kuzi hated the foolish people of the Celestial Dragon Continent the most.
Lin Tian’s words just now were undoubtedly boasting, deeply piercing Meichuan Kuzi’s deeply ingrained self-esteem.
"Pride? Is that pride? That’s called a fact! You think a tiny place like this can swallow my vast Celestial Dragon Continent? Too arrogant!" Lin Tian fired off rapidly.
"Bastard!"
Meichuan Kuzi shouted angrily, sprinting toward Lin Tian in front of him.
The triangular shurikens in his hand were thrown as if they cost nothing.
Clang clang...
The narrow corridor of the shipping container was filled with the crisp sound of shurikens clashing with the container.
On the other hand, Lin Tian’s body twisted left and right, bent backwards, dodged left and right, did splits, high kicks, backflips...
All kinds of moves kept appearing, yet not a single shuriken touched him.
Even Meichuan Kuzi, who approached closely, didn’t touch Lin Tian at all.
"Huff huff..."
Meichuan Kuzi panted heavily, looking at Lin Tian who was as slippery as an eel, his blood boiling with anger.
"I never thought that I, a dignified lower-level ninja of the Great Sakura Country, would be toyed with by a foolish Celestial Dragon Continent person, how shameful!" Meichuan Kuzi scolded himself, his expression particularly hideous.
"What? Lower-level ninja?" Lin Tian laughed as soon as he heard it, "Bro, you’ve been watching too much Naruto, haven’t you?"
Lin Tian rolled his eyes, saying unhappily, "I’m a damn upper-level ninja!"
"Bastard!" Meichuan Kuzi was really angry.
Becoming a lower-level ninja was the happiest moment of his life.
It was a title of utmost honor.
Yet, the Celestial Dragon Continent person in front of him insulted lower-level ninja, and even slightly looked down on it.
Claiming an upper-level ninja’s title.
This once again pierced Meichuan Kuzi’s petty self-esteem.
"Is it true that you Sakula Country people fight by hurling insults at each other?"
Lin Tian chuckled, placing his hands on his hips, "Oh, screw your ancestors to the eighteenth generation..."
The insults were too crude, too clever, and so were abbreviated by thousands of words.
"No, something’s not right!" Suddenly, Lin Tian realized he made a grave mistake while enjoying his insults.
The previous plan was to separate Meichuan Kuzi from his companions and deal with him swiftly.
However, inadvertently, he was dragged into a verbal battle by Meichuan Kuzi.
Lin Tian was least afraid of verbal battles.
But at this critical moment, a war of words would waste time, and this would allow Meichuan Kuzi’s companions to arrive.
That would be troublesome.
Realizing Meichuan Kuzi was deliberately stalling for time to wait for his companions, Lin Tian stopped bickering with him.
"Just now you kept hitting me, now it’s my turn to hit you!" Lin Tian clenched his fists.
Meichuan Kuzi’s expression was unpredictable, but the truth was he couldn’t do anything against Lin Tian now.
Which is why he resorted to verbal sparring, waiting for his companions to arrive, as over half of the shurikens thrown just now had not caused any substantial harm to Lin Tian.
Psychologically, Meichuan Kuzi had already been intimidated.
The first time running the Tyrant Emperor’s Record, he had been defending all along, not knowing what kind of miraculous effects an attack might have.
Suddenly, Lin Tian’s body moved.
In Lin Tian’s eyes, everything around him was still so slow.
Even the speed of his own body movements seemed very slow.
But in Meichuan Kuzi’s eyes, Lin Tian merely blinked.
And was directly in front of him, with Lin Tian’s fist the size of a sandbag already appearing before his face before he could react.
"Bang!"
This punch, with all of Lin Tian’s strength, also using the Shock Fist.
A punch landed firmly on Meichuan Kuzi’s right cheek.
Meichuan Kuzi’s body was like a kite with a broken string,
flying to the left, hitting the side of the shipping container heavily, then bouncing high into the air.
From the air, it fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Lin Tian panted, keeping the Tyrant Emperor’s Record running was becoming a strain, his body starting to feel fatigued, and his steps getting heavier and heavier.
Slowly walking toward Meichuan Kuzi, only to see Meichuan Kuzi’s neck twisted like a pretzel, his cervical bones completely broken.
The power of one punch was enough to easily kill a person.
This greatly exceeded Lin Tian’s expectations.
But his increasingly fatigued body made him realize this was a side effect of running the Tyrant Emperor’s Record for an extended period.
Normally lacking proper training, and now being caught off guard, even though he could run the Tyrant Emperor’s Record, the duration was short-lived, and the side effects were evident.
In fact, Lin Tian didn’t know that the only reason he could run the Tyrant Emperor’s Record was because the mysterious person who taught him the cultivation technique had left a trace of power in his body.
And Lin Tian’s long-term recklessness was due to relying on the lingering power of that master.
Just now, running the Tyrant Emperor’s Record had completely exhausted that lingering power.
That’s why Lin Tian felt increasingly fatigued...
Stopping the Tyrant Emperor’s Record, Lin Tian felt his body sway, nearly fainting.
Due to the lack of long-term training, his body couldn’t withstand the Tyrant Emperor’s Record’s ferocity, forcefully running it would lead to such consequences.
"No way, no way, from now on, I have to set aside time every day to train properly!" Lin Tian supported himself against the shipping container, walking slowly toward Wang Quan.
But soon, Lin Tian felt a sense of danger getting closer.
His pitch-black eyes suddenly looked up into the air, seeing a shadow pounce aggressively toward him.
Unfortunately, his body was now completely out of control, and Lin Tian had no time to dodge.
"Boom!" The shadow that fell from the air kicked Lin Tian fiercely in the chest.
Lin Tian flew back a dozen meters, his back crashing heavily against the shipping container, a mouthful of blood spurting from his mouth...