Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 92: The Boastful Black Bear and the Beaten Tian Peng
As a loyal fan of Tian Peng, it seemed he could no longer contain himself, his heart now filled with both urgency and anger.
"Why does my brother Peng, who clearly possesses unmatched combat strength, continue to tolerate this so-called Erlang Shen?"
How frustrating.
My brother Peng, a towering figure who stands tall and upright, how could he possibly submit to anyone?
Tian Peng’s emotions at this moment mirrored those of the Black Bear Demon, both anxious and angry.
"This gullible fool believes anything he’s told. If he keeps this up, I reckon by next year everyone here can start offering incense for themselves."
Just as he was about to speak up and explain, Yang Jian suddenly stood and walked towards the outside.
"Let’s have a fight."
Yang Jian left these indifferent words behind and strode outside, considering fighting inside the benefactor Shopkeeper Chen’s small store to be exceedingly presumptuous.
Initially, he had thought about heading to the Heavenly Court to settle the matter with Tian Peng over the Six Saints of Plum Mountain, but now, he only wanted to make his argument with the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade in his hands.
"Brother Peng, don’t be a coward, smash him! Prove your strength to everyone, you can do it!"
Despite the tension mounting to breaking point, the Black Bear Demon continued to utter carefree words.
Tian Peng nearly spewed a mouthful of old blood. Damn it!
He had seemed rather clever before; how could he be so foolish at a time like this, digging an endless pit.
"Self-inflicted misery is inescapable. Tian Peng, I hope you can hold out for a while. When you’ve recovered from your injuries, this lord awaits to go treasure hunting with you," Xiaotian Dog said with a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.
If he couldn’t prevent it, he might as well enjoy the drama.
For a moment, the Bull Demon King and the others all gave Tian Peng a look of helpless sympathy.
Tian Peng then hurriedly looked towards Chen Nuo.
"It’s fine, just be more careful in your next life."
Chen Nuo spread his hands.
Upon hearing this, Tian Peng’s body swayed as if about to fall, a vacant look in his eyes as he walked toward the door, the image of a brave man going forth never to return.
"Do you need me to hold back? I can fight using only the strength of a Taiyi Golden Immortal," Yang Jian said coldly to the somewhat dispirited Tian Peng in front of him.
These words brightened Tian Peng’s eyes, and he opened his mouth to say, "Okay..."
"Pah, don’t be so hypocritical here. Hold back? With my brother Peng’s strength, why would he need you to? It should be my brother Peng holding back for you!"
The Black Bear Demon, who followed out to watch the fight, angrily exclaimed, "This is simply a joke!"
Yang Jian’s eyes turned frosty: "Then I will offend."
Tian Peng: ...
Fuck, can you be any more of a trap!
The Three-pointed Double-edged Blade at the ready, its sharp edge pointed directly.
Tian Peng had no choice but to parry with all his might using the Nine-toothed Rake. As the War God of the Heavenly Court, Yang Jian’s sword skills were transcendent, with few equals.
And to make matters worse, he was a Taiyi Golden Immortal. Compared to the ordinary Tian Peng, who was rather mediocre in martial arts,
the moment they crossed blades, it was evident that Tian Peng was at a disadvantage, dodging left and right, in a thoroughly sorry state.
"Now you can see Tian Peng’s true colors, right? He’s just mediocre, and you’ve been fooled," Xiaotian Dog said with a slanted look, quite kindly.
Xiaotian felt that if he let this gullible fool keep sleeping, there would be no treasure hunting in the future.
But how could the Black Bear Demon, completely brainwashed by Tian Peng, take in such words?
This was the role model of his life, the guiding light on his path forward. How could he tolerate defamation from others?
He snorted coldly and said, "What do you know? Brother Peng simply disdains to fight with Erlang Shen. Otherwise, why isn’t he counterattacking? Or perhaps, this is another of Brother Peng’s strategies, feigning weakness to fool the enemy before delivering a lethal strike. How could a mere black dog understand this?"
"I’m an Immortal Dog, an Immortal Dog! Don’t use those descriptions meant for ordinary dogs on this lord!" Xiaotian Dog was instantly enraged, his good intentions taken for granted.
While they were arguing, the situation on the field had already changed dramatically.
Yang Jian casually exploited an opening in Tian Peng’s defense, and the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade came chopping down directly.
He had already restrained himself far too much, not daring to use any spells with a wide range, for fear of destroying the trees surrounding Chaos Residence.
Seeing that Tian Peng could no longer hold on, Yang Jian eased off a few degrees of force, for he merely intended to teach him a lesson, not put an end to his life over some mortal grudge.
But the next moment left him utterly astonished.
He heard a loud ’bang,’ and the sensation transmitted from his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade felt as though he had struck metal.
Besides Shopkeeper Chen, who knew the full story, and Xiaotian Dog, who had witnessed it several times before, everyone else was stunned.
How did Tian Peng suddenly change color, and moreover, how could he withstand a blade with his flesh?
The Bull Demon King and others marveled, and even Yang Chan’s eyes carried a touch of surprise. She had seen Tian Peng display this Divine Skill before, but who knew it would be so effective, able to withstand her brother’s blade with sheer resilience.
Quite interesting.
Yang Jian’s eyes gleamed with added interest; it seemed things would not be as dull as he thought.
Realizing he had actually blocked the strike, Tian Peng couldn’t help but feel proud and said, "Go ahead and hit me with all your strength."
Yang Jian paused, uncertain of how much force he had already held back. Where was this confidence coming from?
Since he really seemed to be asking for it, Yang Jian would indulge him; with that thought, he began to gradually exert more power.
Twenty percent, thirty percent, forty percent!
Tian Peng did not dodge. Instead, he relied on his Divine Skill of incredible resilience and passively active tough skin to endure the hits.
Due to the dual reduction effects, the impact of Yang Jian’s effort was negligible.
Eighty percent!
Yang Jian, dubious, ramped up the force suddenly, and the whistling blade made Tian Peng break into a cold sweat, completely caught off guard.
But Tian Peng decided to gamble once more.
Bang!
The noise was deafening, the invisible shock waves like fierce winds buffeting the grass, causing the entire forest to rustle.
Surprise flashed in Yang Jian’s eyes—this Tian Peng could really take a beating, couldn’t he?
The strength of his physique was extraordinarily high, certainly far surpassing his own.
Yang Jian knew that despite his practice of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Arts, he was not nearly as formidable.
Feeling the information transmitted by the Divine Skill of tough skin, Tian Peng was ecstatic, his heart screaming nonstop, "Amazing!
The toughness is amazing!
No wonder he felt not the slightest discomfort—his Divine Skill had directly reduced the force of the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade to one-tenth.
Tian Peng tilted his head back, gestured at Yang Jian with a beckoning hand, and said, "Come at me. If I dodge, you can write my name backward!"
With such a demeanor, he seemed to wield a sort of domineering air.
"See? What did I tell you? How could Peng be intimidated?" the Black Bear Demon declared proudly, as if he were the one facing off against Yang Jian.
"With Peng’s composed expression, I just want to ask, who else dares?"
Yang Jian did not speak, but nodded inwardly. Since Tian Peng truly could withstand it, he’d let loose and hit with all his might.
His grip on the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade tightened a fraction more, his eyes bulged, and an aura of dominance spontaneously emerged.
Raising the hefty blade, he brought it down with a sweeping strike.
The previously triumphant Tian Peng’s expression froze in an instant, overcome with a sense of foreboding.
Tian Peng knew this was a premonition from Falling Flowers Drifting, a warning that arises only when the body deems an attack too severe to withstand.
Without hesitation and following his intuition, Tian Peng contorted his body in a nimble and bizarre fashion to evade the blade’s edge.
The undiminished strike left a deep gouge in the ground.
Yang Jian: "Tian Peng, didn’t you say you wouldn’t dodge?"
Standing before such a crowd, Tian Peng felt his face at stake. His eyes flickering, he retorted, "What do you know? I was merely tired of standing still, warming up my muscles."
