I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 916 - 210: Creation
Chapter 916 -210: Creation
In the world, there are countless talents that have been buried, perhaps because of their birth, or perhaps because of their resilience, such that even after a thousand years of flourishing martial arts, the strong have not truly blossomed everywhere.
Dong Zhi obviously possessed an unparalleled talent for swordsmanship. With Tang Luo’s martial arts expertise, after watching Dong Zhi fight with Gadhar, he could naturally tell Dong Zhi practiced an incomplete set of sword techniques. Moreover, the incompleteness must have been to the extent that there were no actual moves at all, otherwise Dong Zhi wouldn’t have been unable to even hold the sword properly.
Yet this child was able to rely on a sword scripture with only stances to cultivate the true essence of swordsmanship, which was why Tang Luo was initially mistaken, and the opponent’s aptitude was even more extraordinary.
Belief is actually very difficult to define clearly, just like how some people, even if they cultivate to the Fierce Realm, are still spineless, while others, even without any cultivation, are as tough as iron.
The phrase “capable of both yielding and standing firm” is never a compliment when placed upon a martial artist. Facing the mighty with trembling courage is the greatest commonality among the weak.
And on the path of martial arts, courage alone is not enough. Without an obstinacy and tenacity born with oneself, it’s nearly impossible to achieve great proficiency in martial arts.
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Dong Zhi’s tenacity and valiant courage were something Tang Luo had only seen once in his lifetime, and even more rare was his talent in swordsmanship.
Originally, Tang Luo didn’t have high expectations for Dong Zhi, since the idea that one could perform sword techniques after hearing the incantation just once seemed too fantastical. If it weren’t for the fact that Dong Zhi had managed to fumble out the initial stance of the draw-cut technique based purely on feeling, Tang Luo would never have made such an attempt.
But the result astonished him. The obscure and difficult-to-understand sword incantation could be instantly grasped by Dong Zhi, and what was even more valuable was that he had truly integrated sword technique with will. When Dong Zhi executed the “Heavenly Dragon’s Flash Draw,” it exceeded the limits of what could be reacted to within the Mortal Realm.
And Tang Luo’s eyes, which could see spiritual power flowing, discovered even more astoundingly that when Dong Zhi swung that sword, he entered a mysterious state. The sword’s intent carried a towering hatred, yet Dong Zhi’s face showed neither sorrow nor joy. The sword edge, following the gaps of the spiritual power, cut through, drawing upon the Heavenly and Earthly Qi to aid its force.
What sliced the edge of Tang Luo’s Star Robe was not Dong Zhi’s sword edge, but the spiritual energy that transformed into the blade’s extension, so breathtakingly beautiful.
“Splendid.”
Taking a step back almost as if teleporting, yet still having his robe nicked by the sword edge, Tang Luo clapped his hands, his hoarse voice filled with approval, “To be able to perform ‘Heavenly Dragon’s Flash Draw’ after hearing the incantation just once, such talent in swordsmanship would be wasted if it continued to lie dormant in the Wilderness.”
Dong Zhi hadn’t expected that he could release such a powerful strike. In that instant, it seemed as if all his hatred and anger were channeled through the blade, with even the heavens and the earth mourning in unison. Time passed incredibly slowly in that state of indifferent equanimity, filled with too many indescribable realizations, as if a pair of invisible hands were clearing away all his confusion.
Having gained sudden enlightenment, Dong Zhi began to ponder the incomplete sword scripture. The ordinary initial stances he once saw now held different meanings. Pondering over them, he fell back into that profound and mysterious state. The gates of swordsmanship thunderously opened before him. The various confusions and doubts he had when practicing sword were disappearing one by one. The skinny boy’s swordsmanship was undergoing an earth-shattering transformation, but from the outside, it looked as if he had turned into an idiot.
However, a moment of sudden enlightenment can exhaust the spirit, and Dong Zhi was also seriously injured. If he continued like this, he would soon be mentally exhausted, with injuries compounding upon injuries.
“Without a massive infusion of Primary Qi, even if he had achieved enlightenment, he would just be a ghost of consumption, frail and feeble, unable to sustain a lengthy battle.”
With Tang Luo’s martial prowess, he naturally saw this issue and with a flick of his finger in the void, he channeled pure Innate Qi into Dongzhi’s body, soothing the gaunt boy’s visible injuries and latent illnesses, then gestured for silence to the girl with worry on her face, and silently exited the inner room.
“This must be your fortune.”
After leaving the inner room, Tang Luo silently sighed in his heart, finally having the leisure to take a good look at this small and cozy abode carved into the mountainside.
Usually, dwellings directly carved into the mountain are filthy and chaotic due to the constant falling of dirt and soot. For someone like Tang Luo with a penchant for cleanliness, it was impossible to stay even a moment. But the abode of Dongzhi and his sister was not like this; it was clean and tidy, and all the places prone to dust were covered with a thin layer of tree bark.
The abode looked just like a wooden hut, with several Asura statues the size of human heads enshrined in the brightest spot of the abode, imparting the tiny room with a sense of sacredness and holiness, as well as a subtle and refined fragrance that seemed almost imperceptible.
“‘To emerge from the silt but not be stained,’ that’s probably what this means.”
After visiting the hut, Tang Luo left Dongzhi’s home. As soon as he stepped out, a pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. He frowned and waved his palm towards the mountain path not far away, using a forceful slap to create a hole more than a meter deep. With the silhouette of the Heavenly Dragon, he tossed two corpses into the hole, then the dragon’s shadow swept over to cover the corpses with soil, stopping the stench of blood.
Dongzhi’s mountainside abode was located roughly a dozen feet above the ground on the north side of the city of Hyderabad, while the Klaho Temple was built on the sacred mountain to the west of West City, visible from his point of view.
Solemn guards patrolled back and forth in front of the temple. It was clear that these guards were organized voluntarily as they lacked a uniform uniform and their martial skills varied greatly. But the determination and fervor in their eyes were unmistakable, and even on this cold night, they performed their mundane patrol duties meticulously.
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On the way back, Dongzhi mentioned that this temple was the second largest on Vimazhita plain, built brick by brick by the faithful. Inside, there were ninety-nine palaces and hundreds of pure gold statues, all cast from the donations of the faithful and pilgrims.
Indeed, Tang Luo could see that the tribes of Vimazhita plain were not wealthy. On his journey, suitable land for agriculture was rare, and most of the tribes were quite small. This showed that for these people, accumulating wealth must be very difficult.
Yet, when they decided to make their pilgrimage, they were willing to scatter all their savings, donating all they had painstakingly accumulated to the temple. As they dropped the money they’d earned into the temple’s offering cauldron, Tang Luo saw not a trace of reluctance on their faces, only a sense of relief and contentment, as if they had achieved the most important goal of their lives.
Perhaps these people truly believed that by giving up this life, they would be granted a blissful afterlife.
As Tang Luo stood outside, gazing at the Klaho Temple and pondering over various things, Dongzhi had already awakened from his enlightenment. Seeing his cured injuries and an unprecedented fullness of health, the gaunt boy knew all too well that all this was Tang Luo’s blessing.
