Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 206
Hu Liena was certain. Twenty Victories into the battles of the mysterious man who had recently entered Slaughter City, and she knew he was here for the same reason as she was, and as the tall masked woman she encountered on the first day here. To temper themselves.
Before, she had always been certain her brother and Yan were the most outstanding male spirit masters of their generation. Still, in the battle against Shrek, the people she had met, she knew, even if she found it hard to admit. There were other spirit masters up to their level. Tang San heading the list, and now she added to it the man in front of her, with his dark mask, his deep blue eyes, and the aura surrounding him.
She knew and admitted to herself that she liked him.
Even though they had never spoken to each other, even though she knew he was in some kind of friendship or relationship with the other woman who had caught her eye and a member of Clear Sky clan whom she was supposed to be enemies with.
Feeling like it was Lucy's. "Love at first sight moment" Just that this man was a Clear Sky disciple, and she was in the Spirit Hall the thought made her grit her teeth. How could she not recognise the hammer he used as the strongest tool spirit. For a moment, she mused whether all outstanding men were from Clear Sky, Tang San was, this man was, it was almost frustrating. She almost cursed her own heart but then she could not control it.
Just as Hu Liena was lost in thought, nine different people attacked the man standing in the Arena.
His figure flickered as if an illusion as he moved. Tang San dodged the attacks, narrowly avoiding them, a slight of hand embedding a steel knife in the neck of one of his attackers.
Countless needles and bright rays of light are coming from his hands. Needle after needle, he was the second person using this combat style while in Arena and blood screams echoed and rose from the fighting platform as the ever-present scent of blood grew even thicker, perfuming the air.
Only three of the nine were still standing.
It wasn't because of their skill, but because they were more ruthless, having used their comrades as shields. He sighed so much to finish this quickly. He wanted to see his sister again, wanted to be happy and smile with her about silly things, eat her watery porridge, and remind her of random things she tended to forget because she was an airhead. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Tang Yin would hate this place with deep passion.
The killing, the ever-present blood and slaughter. He continued moving and fighting, as his fist ended up sticking out of the other side from an opponent, he shook them off, their blood covering his arm, as he felt nothing at having gutted the unknown man whose identity he did not even know. He was only a number to him, and at this point, he had grown numb to the killing.
He really missed his sister; the only reason he even had a thought about in between all this killing was Xiao Wu and his surprising reunion with the very last person he had ever expected to meet in Slaughter Hell. Ning Feng, who had entered before he did and now reigned as one of the top fighters in the Arena, similar to Hu Liena. Another person he had not expected to meet in such a desolate and heartless place.
Two opponents remaining, he twirled his sword. He could solve this easily by using a hidden weapon. Still, he didn't want the swordsmanship skills Tang Yin had shown him to rust, and truthfully, how was he to be his sister's sparring partner if he could not hold his own with a sword? Using sharp movements of ghostly trace, he started fighting them. The ease was monotone as he cut through the first opponent, blood splashing him, and avoided the second one, grabbing dirt from the ground and throwing it at his eyes, going towards his knees and then striking upwards.
A dirty move, something his honour in the past would have forbidden him, but he had to hurry; he had stayed down here already too long, and he had a promise to keep to his sister and to Xiao Wu, for that he did not mind fighting as dirty as was necessary.
The battle was over, a faint white aura starting to swirl around the Arena, a shudder running down his spine as he started picking up his weapons, stomping as if in a ritual on the people whom he had killed heads, just to make sure they were dead as he crushed their skulls, and then instead of leaving immediately.
This was, after all, Slaughter City; there was no way to get new weapons here, so he had to treasure and keep each and every single one of those he had.
