Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 330 Xu Tian fights Sun An again

Jian Cang was thwarted by Lin Feng's fierce attack. His body, struck by the wind from Lin Feng's fists, felt like it was being struck by a sledgehammer, sending him reeling uncontrollably backward. Each step left a deep footprint on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The force of their attacks seemed to rip apart space. Each punch and kick was accompanied by a whistling sound like the roar of a demon, chilling and terrifying.

Their movements were astonishingly fast, so fast that to onlookers, only a series of intertwined afterimages could be seen. Compared to the fight between Sun An and Xu Tian, ​​Lin Feng and Jian Cang's speed was like that of a cheetah versus a tortoise, and the destructive power was vastly different. It seemed as if they had engaged in a hundred rounds, but in reality, only a single moment had passed. That moment, however, felt like an eternity, engulfing the entire teahouse in a vortex of destruction.

The shockwaves from their clash were like a surging tsunami, spreading outward with overwhelming force. Under the onslaught of this force, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the walls of the teahouse, rapidly spreading with a heart-pounding "crackling" sound. The roof tiles were shaken and flew off, scattering in mid-air like a flock of startled birds before crashing heavily to the ground. The tables and chairs in the teahouse were even more vulnerable, instantly overturned and shattered into countless pieces by the powerful force. Some of the fragments shot in all directions like hidden weapons, piercing the walls or the ground. The entire teahouse was on the verge of collapse under the onslaught of this force, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

Across the teahouse, Sun An and Xu Tian were also engaged in a fierce exchange. Xu Tian's scimitar wielded a flash of black lightning, each swing emitting a strange, dark gleam as he charged at Sun An. Sun An gritted his teeth, swinging his longsword with impenetrable force, striving to fend off Xu Tian's attacks. They had thought they could continue fighting, but the shockwaves from Lin Feng and Jian Cang's clash descended upon them like a monstrous beast out of control. The overwhelming force unsteadied their stance, each impact like an invisible mountain bearing down on them.

"This power is too terrifying!" Sun An's face changed drastically. He shouted loudly while resisting Xu Tian's attack.

Xu Tian frowned, feeling the immense pressure. "Let's get out of here first!" he responded, a flicker of helplessness in his eyes.

So, the two men were forced to temporarily stop fighting and run away from the teahouse. Their figures shuttled through the smoke and dust, with the teahouse trembling in the shockwaves behind them, like ants fleeing doomsday.

Jian Cang had already sustained minor injuries from Lin Feng's continuous attacks. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his chin and onto his clothes, leaving them stained and tattered. His eyes held both shock at Lin Feng's strength and a hint of resentment and anger.

"Hmph, Lin Feng, don't be too proud." Jian Cang suppressed the pain and roared in a low voice. His heart was filled with fear of failure, but his dignity as a martial arts master made him unwilling to give in easily.

After a fierce collision, Jian Cang was struck by Lin Feng again, sending him flying backward like a cannonball. His body slammed into a teahouse pillar, which creaked painfully under the immense force before collapsing with a bang. The walls surrounding the pillar also crumbled, raising a cloud of dust that obscured the sky. Jian Cang struggled to his feet from the rubble. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a hint of despair in his eyes. He clearly felt the gap between him and Lin Feng widening.

He looked at Xu Tian, ​​who was currently battling Sun An, a nameless rage welling up in his heart. "You, demonic cultist, must be responsible!" Jian Cang roared, his voice like thunder, echoing across the chaotic battlefield. "You've absorbed my power and now come to attack me. Even though you're stronger than me, I still have a way to kill you and rid the martial arts world of this scourge." His eyes burned with rage, threatening to devour Xu Tian.

Xu Tian felt a sharp pain in his heart when he heard Jian Cang's roar. He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Jian Cang, his eyes filled with anger and grievance. His chest heaved violently, as if there was a volcano in his heart about to erupt.

"What is a scourge? What is a demonic cult?" Xu Tian roared, his voice resonating like a resounding bell, shaking the air around him. "I'm only trying to protect myself and the people I want to protect. What have I done wrong? You so-called righteous people, without any reason, label me a demonic cultist. How have you ever truly understood me?" Tears welled in his eyes, reflecting the pain and helplessness of being misunderstood. He recalled the injustices he and his family had endured in the martial arts world. The discrimination and persecution from the righteous had shattered his once peaceful life. His family had perished, his friends had left him, and all this simply because he came from a sect considered a demonic cult by the righteous.

"Since you all think I'm a demon from the Demon Cult, then I will become a demon!" Xu Tian's eyes became firm, a resolute determination. He no longer cared about the world's opinions. He would fight for himself and the ones he loved, even if it meant turning the whole world against him.

With a roar from Xu Tian, ​​a powerful force erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption. Like a surging tide, the force instantly swept through his body. His shirt was instantly shattered by the impact, shattering into countless fragments that drifted into the air. Xu Tian was shirtless, his perfectly defined muscles exposed to the setting sun. Each muscle resembled a meticulously crafted work of art, brimming with power. In the sunlight, his muscles glowed with a faint golden sheen, revealing a wild charm.

However, the most striking feature was the purple mark on his right wrist. Like a winding purple python, it began at his wrist and slowly spread toward his shoulder, extending all the way to near his shoulder. A purple light emanated from the mark, a dreamlike glow that carried a mysterious and dangerous aura.

At first glance, those who didn't understand might have mistaken it for a terrifying purple crack, as if Xu Tian's skin was about to split open under this powerful force. Furthermore, the crack continued to spread, with countless smaller cracks spreading outward from its periphery like a dense spider web, already covering half of Xu Tian's hand. A faint purple light flickered within these small cracks, making his right hand look like a demonic hand from hell, imbued with an eerie aura.