Chapter 113: Confrontation

  Tian Lang, I have come to pay my respects...

  Like a thousand silent thunderbolts exploding in the square, stunning people's eardrums. A small warrior being hunted by the Hunting Alliance, alone and unaccompanied, entered the city under such circumstances, openly challenging them.

  And as soon as he made his move, it was a thunderous and swift momentum. In the blink of an eye, he repelled twenty Lingxuan First-Order Warriors with this one hand. How powerful is this?

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on the young man standing in front of the stone platform.

  He smiled softly, wiped his face with his sleeve, and the dark color on his face and the black spot disappeared instantly. The clear and delicate face with a few childish features appeared in front of everyone, exactly the same as the portrait on the wanted poster.

  Before the ripples in their hearts had subsided, Fatso's words dropped another bigger bombshell into their already turbulent minds.

  "Are you here?"

  The chubby boy opened his eyes weakly and said this sentence with a calm face.

  "These two people actually know each other."

  Such an idea suddenly emerged in the minds of all who witnessed it. And the reason why Hunter Alliance did so many things also became apparent.

  It turns out that it was a big fuss, and it wasn't just a simple case of killing the chicken to scare the monkey, but also a means to force "Tian Lang" to come out.

  Such a clichéd tactic is indeed clumsy, yet the more clichéd something is, the more useful it often proves to be. The facts before us once again prove this principle.

  What they can't believe is that Tian Lang, who has a strength difference of heaven and earth with the Hunting Alliance, actually rushed into this trap?

  Is it really so certain?

  Many warriors asked themselves in their hearts, if they were to encounter such a situation, how would they decide? In front of them was an unbeatable strong enemy, not to mention that a true Xuanwu warrior is a person who dominates one side.

  Lying in front of us is a road that can be said to be doomed, if it were them, would they walk into it?

  At that moment, the answer that came out of their hearts without thinking made them dizzy.

  The whole world seemed to have fallen into a strange silence. Many people cast complex glances at Qin Hao.

  The fat man suddenly burst out laughing, breaking the silence. He nodded at Qin Hao without saying anything like "what are you doing here" or "you're just sending yourself to death", because he knew that for some people, these words were just as useless as idle chatter, and Qin Hao was exactly this kind of person.

  "I'm here." Qin Hao smiled and replied calmly.

  His palms shot out several streams of dark energy, whistling as they burst forth and shattered the iron locks and chains binding Fatso.

  Pangzi's body relaxed, his tired body suddenly softened and fell to the ground, panting. He stretched out his hand to Qin Hao, raised a big thumb. Then he leaned against the wooden frame, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breath.

  Qin Hao turned his head back, his face suddenly turning cold. He turned to the two people on the chair and said lightly: "Both of you, Tian Lang has arrived."

  "Very good, you're even more daring than I imagined. Ren Qiang, you know what to do?"

  Mu Zhang's expression didn't change, but in his heart he was extremely ashamed and annoyed. With his true Xuan boundary ability, the sensitivity of his six senses' response, he hadn't even discovered that Qin Hao was hiding nearby. If not for considering his reputation, at this moment he would have already made a move to tear the person in front of him into pieces.

  "Seize him." Ren Qiang stood up, shouting loudly. His eyes flashed with a fierce light.

  Xu Ying and Xu Tong's deaths were a thorn in his heart. Now, Qin Hao's appearance has given him the opportunity to pull out this thorn.

  He didn't believe it, under his command these Lingxuan Wu Zhe were still unable to subdue a mere Lingxuan Second Order Wu Zhe.

  In an instant, the dozen or so warriors who were still lying on the ground and hadn't died yet all stood up. Their faces were still pale, but their movements didn't have a hint of hesitation.

  This is the core disciple of Lie Meng, with just one order, even if there are knives and guns in front of them, they dare to rush up with their flesh and blood.

  Ren Jiang's hand pressed down heavily. With a "whooshing" sound, dozens of sword tips pointed at Qin Hao, converging into a cold and icy glow, charging forward to kill.

  Each sword emitted a blast of air, and the numerous blasts converged into a substantial sword aura several meters wide, sweeping towards Qin Hao. Wherever the sword aura passed, sonic booms echoed incessantly. Even the empty air seemed to be shaken.

  Qin Hao's eyes did not flicker. His right hand formed a claw shape and casually swung out a palm energy that cut through the air.

  Boom!

  The shocking collision, the sword aura under Qin Hao's palm, dissipated without a trace. A ripple of energy spread outward from the point of impact, and many warriors hurriedly activated their protective Xuanqi to resist.

  The force of this collision is enough to make even a Three-Stage Spirit Warrior take it seriously. In the square, various lights flowed and shone exceptionally brightly for a moment.

  Ren Jiang swung out a palm, dispersing the incoming gust of wind. His face was rather embarrassed, and the rest of the crowd had even more incredulous expressions. A strike that gathered the power of over ten Spirit Realm First-Order warriors was actually resolved so effortlessly by him.

  At this time, the disciples of Lie Meng also rushed to Qin Hao's face. They were never ordinary warriors after all. Which of Lie Meng's disciples had not experienced countless killings?

  Every sword swing is fierce and overbearing, with a strong murderous aura, pressing to kill, without leaving any room for mercy.

  And their coordination was extremely tacit. In an instant, a dozen long swords surrounded the largest sword circle, like a blooming lotus flower, trapping Qin Hao's body inside.

  "Cheers!"

  One of the Hunter Alliance disciples let out a loud shout, his sword darting out like a venomous snake, spitting towards Qin Hao's chest. The others also made the same move at the same moment.

  A dozen or so sword lights pressed towards Qin Hao's chest, shoulders, ankles and back, firmly enveloping him within, without a single gap.

  "Is that all?"

  Qin Hao's expression didn't change, he took a step to the side, his body floated out like a willow leaf, avoiding three sword blades from the side.

  Then he lightly touched the ground and his body was as light as a swallow, suddenly rising several feet into the air to avoid five incoming sword strikes.

  When he was in mid-air, the remaining seven or eight sword lights suddenly changed direction and swept towards him. Qin Hao let out a cold laugh, his body twisting to turn at an eerie angle, barely avoiding the remaining sword lights.

  Qin Hao's movements were light and casual, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, effortlessly neutralizing all attacks. With his "Thousand Miles Wind Body" technique, they couldn't even grasp his figure.

  The Hunting Alliance disciple gritted his teeth, and the killing intent grew stronger. The iron sword's cold glow intensified, making even the onlookers feel a chill run down their spines.

  However, like a fishing net with holes that are too big to catch agile fish, the sword net was also unable to completely cover Qin Hao's figure.

  Another flash of sword aura passed, and Qin Hao's counterattack followed. He stretched out two fingers, forming a sword shape, with the mysterious energy pouring out incessantly from his fingertips.

  Ding! Ding! Ding!...

  Qin Hao pointed his sword, and with each movement, a sharp and fierce sword aura shot out, striking the ground with a "clang". In an instant, everyone's long swords had their blades broken off.

  Qin Hao's body moved again, and in a flash, he was like a fierce cannonball bursting into the crowd.

  Bang! Bang!...

  In the midst of a flurry of fists, figure after figure was swept out. It was as if a kite with a broken string flew into the air, powerless to flutter, and then heavily fell back down to the ground.

  No one could discern how his fists and feet moved. The only thing that was clear was that more than a dozen hunting alliance disciples were like broken sacks, lying on the ground, their faces deathly pale, with fresh blood gushing from their mouths and noses.

  The hunting alliance's disciples were completely defeated.

  Everyone was thoroughly stunned. In just over twenty seconds, they completely defeated their opponent...

  Many of those present could hardly conceal their astonishment. What was the background of this young boy standing in front of them?

  Ren Qiang's face turned iron-green. The armrests of the chair that Mu Zhang was sitting on had already been gripped by him into two handprints.

  Before they could calm down and gather their thoughts, Qin Hao had already stood up straight and said a sentence in a soft voice.

  "This is what they call an alliance."

  In an extremely calm tone, he swept his gaze across the entire scene.

  An alliance that spans dozens of countries, an alliance with immense influence in many nations, an alliance that has dominated for centuries and no one dares to openly oppose it... is merely "just" this... in the mouth of this young man.

  "Alright."

  Ren Jiang grasped the armrests of his chair with both hands and stood up. As he rose to his feet, the large chair suddenly split into four or five pieces and crashed to the ground, shattering into countless small wooden splinters. The master's expression did not change much, but anyone could see the irritation in his heart.

  The elite of this Blackstone City branch can be said to have been halved by Qin Hao, and Ren Qiang's heart has long been filled with murderous intent.

  He took a step-by-step approach towards Qin Hao. Every time he stepped on the ground, it would make a piercing explosion sound. Countless cracks like spider webs, with scattered debris, spread out in all directions without stopping.

  "Is Ren Qiang going to make his move too?"

  A disciple of the Xuanmen Sect with a blue robe furrowed his brow, seemingly muttering to himself.

  Everyone knows that Ren Qiang had advanced to the sixth level of Ling Xuan a few years ago. The sixth level of Ling Xuan is already considered a true strongman. And it's said that in these past few years, he has devoted all his thoughts to an extremely high-level martial skill.

  What kind of power does such a profound and powerful six-layered strong man have? It can be imagined.

  "What else can be done without taking action?" A fellow martial artist from the same school as him shook his head, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Now that the Hunting Alliance's power is in this city, who can stop Tian Lang? Do we need to call out the old man again? That would be ridiculous. But this way, Tian Lang won't have any chance at all. He has guts, unfortunately, he's too reckless!"

  "Really? What about the Sixfold Spirit Array then? Tian Lang's strength just now was quite formidable." A servant from the medicine workshop, standing beside them, saw that these few people were speaking in a friendly tone and plucked up the courage to ask.

  As soon as he said this, everyone around him shook their heads.

  "The boundary of the spiritual realm, a difference of one level is like heaven and earth apart. Let alone the second level of the spiritual realm, even if it's the fifth level, it's not necessarily possible to exchange three moves with Ren Qiang." A person from the Hidden Mystery Sect said with a determined expression.

  "What a pity. If this person could enter a good sect and be cultivated for a few years, he might not necessarily be unable to step into the realm of true mystery and dominate one side." An elder of a local small sect shook his head, rather regretful.

  For a moment, everyone's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. Regret and sighs were endless.

  At this time, Ren Qiang's footsteps also came to a halt.

  "You little brat, you don't know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is...". Ren Qiang's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Today, let me teach you a lesson."

  As soon as the voice fell, a white mysterious energy light burst into the sky, like a tidal wave surging and overflowing, rolling forward with an overwhelming pressure. This was a suppression of aura, ordinary Ling Xuan's third or fourth heavy martial artist under his oppression, almost all of them were...

  Spitting blood and suffering internal injuries, "Let's see your skills." Qin Hao smiled proudly. The dazzling bright red light first flowed throughout his body, then rose into the air, colliding with a white light.

  At daggers drawn...

  In terms of momentum, Qin Hao was in no way inferior.