Chapter 306 - 246: Where Are the Good People

Chapter 306: Chapter 246: Where Are the Good People

"The White Tiger Saintess is clearly interested in him! The Black Water Gang will definitely get the chance to form an alliance!" Shui Yun was thrilled, grabbing Aunt Lian’s hand as her bright eyes practically gleamed.

To develop the Black Water Gang into a force that could rival the three great families.

It was, one could say, her life’s goal.

Tang Wen: ... ’Senior Sister, aren’t you getting a little carried away?’

Aunt Lian also looked at her with confusion. ’Does this girl really have that much confidence in Tang Wen?’

’This is a competition for the Sixth Grade.’

’It’s true that Tang Wen is a Swordsmanship Grandmaster, but at the Sixth Grade, everyone has Protective Gang Qi.’

’His Swordsmanship probably won’t be enough.’

But the gang had still unanimously decided that Tang Wen would be the one to compete.

Aunt Lian said, "The White Tiger Saintess isn’t even thirty years old, but she has the strength of at least a Senior Sixth Grade. Patriarch Chen originally proposed that each family send a gifted youth under thirty to compete against her. But within our city, there are no Sixth Grade martial artists under thirty. Not a single one."

As she spoke, she glanced at Tang Wen.

Because that statement wasn’t entirely accurate.

Tang Wen was under eighteen, a Swordsmanship Grandmaster with combat power comparable to the Sixth Grade. Perhaps he could just barely be counted.

"The major powers were in a bind. Left with no other choice, they had to relax the age limit to thirty-five!

Although we didn’t want to agree, Patriarch Chen and the Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall promised some compensation.

You can’t fight a stronger opponent, so the Gang Leader had no choice but to agree!"

"What? They agreed?!"

Shui Yun’s eyes filled with disappointment, her expression one of utter heartbreak. ’Ol— F-Father! You’ve ruined everything!’

’If we had insisted on the under-thirty age limit, who from any of the families or factions could possibly have beaten my junior brother?’

’Then all the benefits and opportunities from the White Tiger Race would have been ours!’

’With the age limit relaxed to thirty-five, what advantage does our Black Water Gang have left?’

Seeing her frown, Aunt Lian knew what she was thinking. "There was no other way; the circumstances were beyond our control. Even relaxing the limit to thirty-five, not every power can field a Sixth Grade martial artist. At least, we, the Commerce Association, and the Horse Gang can’t. The Lu Family doesn’t have a young Sixth Grade either."

Tang Wen’s handsome face fell. "Don’t tell me I’m still the one who has to fight?"

Aunt Lian didn’t answer, instead giving him a look that said, ’Why else do you think I came looking for you?’

This was hardly good news.

Aunt Lian led the two of them straight outside West Gate City.

The three of them were swift on their feet, arriving in the wilderness of the Western Suburbs in less than a quarter of an hour.

On the once-empty field, dozens of tables and chairs were now arranged.

The tables were laden with all kinds of snacks, fruits, and fragrant tea—everything was provided.

A little girl was still there, SLURP SLURP, eating noodles that looked like braised pork noodles.

As Tang Wen and the others approached, Gang Leader Shui Qianjun shot an irritated glare at Tang Wen and Shui Yun.

If not for the inappropriateness of the occasion.

He would have given them a stern lecture.

’Don’t you two know what’s going on right now?’

’As the Direct Lineage heirs of the gang, you actually snuck back.’

Tang Wen felt a pang of guilt under his master’s glare. ’If it weren’t for Aunt Lian, I’d be in my senior sister’s bath right now, having the time of my life!’

’What a pity!’

’I wonder if I can go back and finish my bath after the competition is over.’

’After all, the water’s already been drawn. It would be a shame to waste it.’

"Everyone, I require no rest. Who will be the next to challenge me?"

Hearing this, Tang Wen and Shui Yun exchanged a look. ’What? The competition has already started?’

Li Zi, who had been with the Gang Leader’s group the whole time and hadn’t missed a thing, quietly explained, "The champions chosen by the Horse Gang, the Commerce Association, and the Lu Family were all at the Peak of the Extraordinary realm. They all lost."

Vice Gang Leader Zhao added, "Tang Wen, sit down and regulate your breathing. The Holy Daughter’s skills are unexpectedly formidable. We’re going last, but I’m afraid there won’t be much time left for you."

The meaning was clear: he didn’t expect the next few Sixth Grade combatants to last long.

Immediately, someone brought over two rattan chairs.

Just as the two of them sat down, the White Tiger Saintess put down the Little Jade Tiger, took up a longsword, and walked out onto the open field.

’She uses a sword, too?’

The longsword’s scabbard gleamed in the sunlight, emitting a faint golden glow.

"The Holy Daughter is a master of Swordsmanship," Vice Gang Leader Liu lamented beside Tang Wen. "It was a gauntlet match just now. Three combatants at the Peak of the Extraordinary realm, all defeated in a single move. The Saintess didn’t even draw her sword!"

"The Saintess attacked first?"

"The Saintess is a master of the Wind Division. Her use of Wind Binding has reached a level of Refined Skill. Those three were all considered geniuses in their own right, so they were supposed to be testing the waters for the rest of us, but alas..."

Tang Wen also shook his head. ’Defeated in a single move. What could they possibly have learned?’

’At least it confirmed that the Saintess practices a Wind Department Technique, right?’

Huh?

Tang Wen, who had been lounging in the rattan chair, suddenly shot upright, the hairs on his skin standing on end.

Sword Intent!

SHIIING—

A silvery gleam, like a bolt of white lightning, flashed across the boundless field before them!

It was the Saintess who had attacked. Her opponent, the Sixth Grade from the Boat Gang, seemed intent on showing off his gallantry and refused to make the first move.

The Saintess’s figure erupted forward. Her white robes, as if blown by a fierce wind, clung tightly to her body, outlining the perfect, bowl-like curve of her chest.

She vanished in the blink of an eye, reappearing right in front of him. The silver gleam of her sword slashed down from above, shattering his blue Protective Gang Qi.

Then, she turned the blade, changing the slash into a strike with the flat of her sword.

WHAP!

A crosswind howled across the field, kicking up sand and stones.

The blue light around the Boat Gang’s Sixth Grade flared, but it was too late.

The White Tiger Saintess was too fast.

The crosswind abruptly stopped. She was dividing her attention—using Wind Binding.

The blue light was suppressed.

The flat of the long, silver blade solidly slapped aside the arms he was trying to raise and struck him on the chest and shoulder.

Like a rag doll caught in a gale, he was thrown into the air, sliding dozens of meters before crashing to the ground.

The entire field fell silent.

Hundreds of spectators watched on, utterly silent.

"HOO... HOO... HOO..."

The only sound came from Little Douding of the White Tiger Tribe, who was eating from a small hot pot. The food she had just fished out was both hot and spicy, and she puffed her little cheeks as she blew on it relentlessly.

Three hundred people were all silent; the only sound was her blowing.