Chapter 50 – 49 Hundred Birds Flocking into the Forest
The appearance of the tiger-faced man was somewhat faster than he had expected. Tang San had achieved his objective, but at the same time, he became increasingly aware that the Redemption Organization must not be strong. A formidable and well-organized group would not be so easily approached; discreet observation would have been a better choice. It was precisely because they lacked talent, and he possessed Fourth Stage strength at such a young age, how could they not value him?
A faint smile appeared on his face, and Tang San nodded, saying, “May I start now?”
The tiger-faced man squinted slightly and turned to look at Wang Yanfeng and his wife.
Wang Yanfeng, holding his wife, slowly retreated, clearing the not so large space in the middle of the room.
Just as the tiger-faced man was about to speak, a sense of crisis had already arrived. A flash of blue light, and a wind blade had reached his face.
This wind blade did not appear large, but it was extremely solid, so much so that the original light blue wind blade had turned into an attractive turquoise, pleasing yet sharp.
The tiger-faced man raised his hand like lightning, reaching for the wind blade in an instant, but what shocked him happened at that very moment.
That wind blade, which had been only inches away from him, suddenly came to a halt at the last second, pausing so abruptly it defied the laws of motion.
A layer of patterned fur covered the palm of the tiger-faced man’s extended hand, which had visibly swollen, but he caught nothing.
And in that instant, the turquoise wind blade had already accelerated a second time, reaching the tiger-faced man’s face almost immediately.
At this distance, the tiger-faced man had no way to avoid it.
“Roar—” A deep roar burst forth from the tiger-faced man’s mouth. Accompanied by a blast of air, the monstrous roar shattered the wind blade in front of him. However, the tiger-faced man’s face mask also splintered because of this roar.
This exchange ended with the tiger-faced man at a slight disadvantage.
Wang Yanfeng, watching from the side, saw clearly that Tang San hadn’t released just one wind blade but two. The first wind blade spun as it flew out, and it was the high-speed rotation that allowed the wind blade to hover in mid-air. It was a skill that Tang San had practiced with Wang Yanfeng, but even Wang Yanfeng would not say he could control it as easily as Tang San, stopping it exactly where he wanted.
The subsequent wind blade flew out, striking the hovering one, and the two blades together created an explosion of countless fragmentary wind blades, an all-encompassing attack. If it weren’t for the tiger-faced man’s roar blowing part of the blades away, he would have suffered even more.
As the mask shattered, it revealed the face of a resolute middle-aged man who appeared somewhat astonished. The next moment, he saw another two wind blades shoot out from Tang San’s hands, tracing two beautiful arcs straight towards him.
The tiger-faced man’s gaze sharpened, and a deep blue glow emanated from his body. In an instant, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop a few degrees. The deep blue fur on his hands grew denser, and his arms became thicker. However, his Demon God Transformation seemed to affect only his hands and arms, with no change to the rest of his body.
The wind blades made no sound and appeared to have missed their target as they passed by both sides, but the tiger-faced man’s vigilance did not relax in the slightest. Without needing to look, he could feel that the two blades were swinging back towards his rear.
Both the hovering wind blade and the curved blades before him gave him a feeling of seeing something extraordinary.
When Guigui reported to him about Tang San, he had found it hard to believe: a nine-year-old child who could consecutively defeat several Fourth Stage monsters? This seemed no different from a fairy tale. But in this moment, he started to believe. Just this skill alone was enough to astonish him. If all this was taught by Wang Yanfeng, then Wang Yanfeng was indeed extraordinary!
Of course, Tang San was more important, as his younger age meant a greater potential waiting to be tapped.
As the tiger-faced man’s thoughts were in disarray, Tang San’s hands continued to emit silent wind blades. These turquoise blades, like antelope horns with no trace to be found, posed a constant threat to the tiger-faced man.
The first two blades did not come at his back as he expected; they actually missed, grazing just over a foot behind him. And at that time, an Ice shield had already formed behind him, but it was not put to any use.
Twelve wind blades had been consecutively fired by Tang San, and the room was filled with swirling blue lights. Yet, ironically, not a single blade damaged anything inside the room; they all revolved around the tiger-faced man.
Such a strange mastery over wind blade control, it was the first time he had ever seen it, and it was at this moment that he chose to take the initiative to attack.
His eyes instantly turned deep blue, and icy mist swirled around his tiger palms. With a light tap of his toes on the ground, his powerful aura burst forth instantly, drastically dropping the room’s temperature. A layer of ice armor-like presence emerged on the surface of his body, completely ignoring those wind blades, and he directly pounced towards Tang San.
His pounce was incredibly fast, a Tiger Pounce!
And those wind blades flying in mid-air, as soon as he began his action, were triggered as if by reflex, converging from every direction towards the tiger-faced man like rivers flowing into the sea.
The wind blades were still silent, but it was exactly this silence that posed the greatest threat.
The tiger-faced man, however, disregarded them entirely, while the ice armor on his body solidified even more.
Just as he was about to pounce on Tang San, Tang San moved at that moment. The tiger-faced man only felt a blur before his eyes, and Tang San’s figure disappeared as if the person standing there before was just an illusion.
As Tang San instantaneously sidestepped, the wind blades also arrived. At this time, Wang Yanfeng and Qiu Jing standing to the side both had their mouths wide open in shock.
They simply couldn’t believe their eyes. The previously scattered twelve wind blades now aligned in an orderly row, sequentially targeting the same spot on the back of the tiger-faced man.
Technique of Hundred Birds Flocking into the Forest!
With Tang San’s spiritual power, he could certainly not control hundreds of wind blades, but managing just twelve was a piece of cake.
The Technique of Hundred Birds Flocking into the Forest – like birds flying and flocking together when entering the forest – he aimed to concentrate his attack on one point against the opponent’s strong defense!
Not to mention that Tang San’s wind blades were already compressed, even ordinary wind blades, if twelve of them consecutively targeted one position that would absolutely be unbearable.
With a “bang,” the first wind blade exploded. The tiger-faced man had just thought to turn around when the second wind blade had already arrived.
Two consecutive wind blades staggered him. Immediately following were the third and fourth!
Accompanied by flashes of azure light, the tiger-faced man’s ice armor kept being blasted, making ice mist and gusts of wind appear. He wanted to turn around, but found the action impossible to execute.
In his heart, there was already sheer terror, but he was utterly helpless to do anything about it.
More importantly, by the time the fifth wind blade fell, his layer of ice armor was about to shatter.
He exerted himself to summon more bloodline power to strengthen the ice armor, while his body was uncontrollably blasted forward step by step.
Tang San silently took it all in, and by the time the ninth wind blade fell, the tiger-faced man’s body had already hit the wall. The ice armor on his body shattered abruptly. The last three wind blades did not fall but silently dissipated into the air.
For a moment, the entire wooden cabin was enveloped in swirling wind and ice elements, as if a blizzard had just blown through.
The tiger-faced man, now plastered against the wall, felt a piercing pain in his back and a surging of blood in his chest, momentarily making him lose control of himself.
He suddenly turned around, his body having undergone further changes; to be precise, by the time the seventh wind blade hit his back, he had already completed the Demon God Transformation, his body swollen to a height of two and a half meters, covered in tiger fur with dark blue stripes.