I Can See Your Combat Power

25 Chapter Twenty-One: Big Trouble_2
Translator: 549690339
“What an arrogant bunch.” Tang Luo clicked his tongue in surprise. There were actually people in Xiling who would dare to disrespect the Tang Clan. It was obvious that the Mi Family was backing these martial arts fields, otherwise, who would dare to detain the members of the Tang Family in such a brazen manner?

But in this instance, the two fools were indeed in the wrong. It was already gutsy of them to enter competitions to earn money, then these blockheads also plotted to fix a match to scam more money.

“The young calf doesn’t fear the tiger,” Tang Luo saluted Du Ze with a thumbs up, impressed, before standing up.

“Instructor Tang..” Du Ze’s face was filled with anxiety and he couldn’t help but ask, “You know now, right? We truly didn’t betray the Tang Clan.”

Tang Luo patted off the dust on his back and casually replied, “Betrayal? It’s just a joke; don’t take it so seriously.”

Du Ze couldn’t believe that these words had come from the mouth of a young master in the main line of the family. To downplay such a hefty accusation of betrayal as merely a joke… How can you be so frivolous, you irresponsible young master! Our lives are fragile.

“Oh, by the way,” Tang Luo patted the shoulder of the young man still slumped on the ground and casually said, “Instructor Bo Shan might not necessarily get you guys out. If the Battle Hall is alerted… well, the consequences would be no better than having actually betrayed the Clan.”

This scared Du Ze out of his wits, making his whole body shudder like a sieve. How could the Lunjiang Martial Arts Hall dare not respect an instructor from the Tang Family? Could Instructor Tang be trying to scare him again? He looked at Tang Luo with pleading eyes, hoping this would be another jest.

Sorry, kid, it’s not. Tang Luo chuckled, shaking his finger at him.

Ding Gaolang is a peak martial artist from the Mortal Realm and is backed by the Mi Clan. With this information as leverage, how could he easily let you go?

While Bo Shan is considered a pro among Mortal Realm fighters, the gap in spiritual power between him and Ding Gaolang is massive. And that’s before you consider his handicap of having one arm. There’s no hope of him managing a rescue.

There’s no easy way for Pang Yan to be brought back, and the Tang Clan Martial Hall’s reputation is also a factor. It will inevitably involve some fight or exchange of interests, which is nothing an individual mortal realm instructor can handle.

In the end, I’m afraid the Martial Hall will still have to intervene. But with a face lost so gravely, the fate of these two youths will probably be even worse than if they had betrayed the clan. They are doomed.

If the Martial Hall is alerted, the punishment the two might face could probably be worse than death, all because of the great disgrace these two orphans have caused the Tang Family.

Seeing Tang Luo’s reaction, Du Ze suddenly understood their circumstances. They were most likely… doomed.

But I don’t want to die, Du Ze sobbed in fear. I don’t want to die, don’t want to die, I truly don’t want to.

He knelt in front of Tang Luo, and began to repeatedly knock his head on the ground, his wailing voice was heart-wrenching, “Instructor Tang, save us, Instructor Tang, save us.”

Splat! Splat! His flesh-and-blood body collided with the ground, splattering the earth with his blood…

The students in the distance were all forced to look at each other in bewilderment, not understanding how the situation had become like this so suddenly.

Even Tang Luo was taken aback by Du Ze’s reactions. Lowering his gaze, he saw the ground covered in fresh blood.

What the hell! Are you trying to commit suicide?

“Stop it,” Tang Luo grabbed at Du Ze’s collar and hoisted him up.

Blood was streaming down Du Ze’s forehead unceasingly, flowing across his face. The wound, smeared with dirt and gravel, tainted his blood. His eyes showed despair. Blood flowed between his eyes, staining them red. Whether it was blood or tears, fluid continued to drip down from the corners of his eyes. The young man, whose collar was being held, continued to plead “Save us.” He choked on the blood that was flowing into his mouth, coughing fitfully, splattering Tang Luo’s sleeve.

“By god, you are as thick as a mule,” Tang Luo frowned, looking at the boy in front of him, who was now entirely covered in blood.

Is the Tang Clan really that scary?action

Throughout the past month, Tang Luo had been instructing at Cultivation Ground No.7. He could call the name of each of the dozens of students, despite most of them being somewhat slow. However, they were all human beings with feelings. After spending so much time together, he had come to view these children as his own students. The matter concerning Pang Yan hadn’t reached a dead end, at least not in his eyes.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

But he had forgotten the origins of these young men. They were all orphans, raised by the Martial Hall with the mere intention of serving as lackeys and cannon fodder. Their lives were regarded as insignificant. They understood their places clearly.

Losing face for the Tang Clan equaled dying. Du Ze had despair in his eyes. But he really didn’t want to die, really didn’t. Tear drops fell on their own, blending with the blood from his forehead.

“Hey, Zhang Qi, come over here.” Tang Luo hoisted Du Ze up by his collar, calling someone over from afar.

“Kid, listen to me. Since you have called me Instructor Tang, I will not let you die easily. Understand?” Tang Luo levelled Du Ze’s line of sight with his own. “I will bring back Pang Yan. So don’t you dare look like you’re about to croak, got it?”

Du Ze, being held by Tang Luo as if he had no bones in his body, looked into his eyes. He mechanically nodded his head, tears instantaneously mixing with the blood on his forehead. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was full of blood and gravel, making his words sound more like a gasping hiss than anything else.

“Ugly as hell!” Tang Luo looked at the boy in front of him, somewhat stupefied. The blood was gushing out so much that he might bleed to death in a little while.

“Instructor Tang.” Zhang Qi ran over to Tang Luo’s side, his face shifting with fear when he saw Du Ze’s blood-covered face and heard his suffocating screams.

Tang Luo looked at Zhang Qi’s timid eyes, thinking that the boy must have misunderstood something. Not bothering to explain himself, he tossed Du Ze into Zhang Qi’s arms, saying “Take him to the Medical Hall. What are you staring at? Hurry up and go.”

“What a hassle.” Tang Luo muttered, walking towards the door, hoping he wasn’t too late.

…

Lunjiang Martial Arts Hall

Ding Gaolang sat pompously in the center of the main hall, his underlings were two Martial Realm practitioners. Prostrating at the foot of the stairs was Pang Yan, already beaten black and blue.

Bo Shan stood in the middle of the Great Hall, his gaze meeting Ding Gaolang’s without an ounce of fear. But in his heart, he was already feeling a sense of despair.

Pang Yan and Du Ze have walked into a trap, they are in serious trouble.

Bo Shan is worldly-wise, He could, of course, feel the strong surge of power emanating from Ding Gaolang, a definite sign of a peak practitioner of the Mortal Realm. Even the two Martial Realm practitioners standing at his side each exuded formidable auras. However, what mattered more was the man’s attitude.

An attitude of not giving a damn about the Tang Clan’s reputation. Relying on just three Mortal Realm beings wouldn’t be enough to be that brave, there must be some bigger support behind him, such as — the Mi Clan.

“You, a disabled man, come here claiming to be from the Tang Clan’s Martial Hall and I’m supposed to respect you?” Ding Gaolang waved his hand dismissively towards Bo Shan, his smirk was full of arrogance.

“Want to take him back? You can. But have a member of the Clan come and fetch him themselves!”