Chapter 49: Hundred Birds Homing Strike
The tiger-masked man had appeared sooner than Tang San had anticipated, so his goal was actually achieved faster. At the same time, Tang San grew increasingly aware that the Redemption Society was probably not a massive power by any standards. A powerful and secretive group would not have been so fast to approach him; covert observation would have been better. But this also bode well for him, in a way. Given their lack of human resources and his considerable abilities despite his young age, how could they not value him?
A faint smile appeared on his face. He nodded and asked, "May I begin now?"
The tiger-masked man narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Wang Yanfeng and his wife.
Wang Yanfeng, holding his wife's hand, slowly backed away, clearing the modest space in the room.
Just as the masked man was about to speak, a sudden sense of danger arose. With a flash of green light, a wind blade was already before him.
The wind blade wasn’t anything massive, but it was incredibly solid, so much so that the ordinarily pale green wind blade had turned into a pleasing yet sharp emerald color.
The masked man raised his hand at lightning speed, reaching for the wind blade. And in that very instant, something shocking happened.
The wind blade suddenly halted in a split second, a mere few inches from his hand. It stopped so abruptly that it seemed to defy the laws of motion.
The masked man's outstretched hand, now covered in patterned fur and visibly enlarged, grabbed at nothing. The next moment, the emerald wind blade accelerated again, reaching the masked man almost instantly.
At this distance, the masked man had no way to avoid it.
“Grrr!!!” A deep growl erupted from the man’s throat. The low growl, accompanied by a blast of air, forcefully shattered the wind blade in front of him. But the mask on the masked man's face also cracked apart with that roar.
This initial exchange resulted in the man suffering a small loss.
Watching from the side, Wang Yanfeng had seen clearly that Tang San had not released just one wind blade but two. The first blade hovered in the air, rotating at a high speed. Tang San had practiced this technique with Wang Yanfeng, but the latter admitted he couldn't manipulate it as effortlessly as Tang San, who could make the wind blade pause and hover precisely where he wanted.
Then the second wind blade flew out, colliding with the hovering one, simultaneously triggering both and creating a burst of numerous smaller wind blades in a wide-range attack. Had it not been for the tiger-masked man's roar that blew away some of the wind blades, he would have suffered even more.
With the mask shattered, the face revealed was that of a middle-aged man with a resolute appearance, visibly taken aback. The next instant, he saw two more wind blades flying from Tang San's hands, tracing two beautiful arcs straight toward him.
The man's eyes narrowed, and a deep blue halo emanated from his body.
Instantly, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop by several degrees. The deep blue fur on his hands became denser, and his arms grew thicker. However, in this transformation, only his hands and arms seemed to change, while the rest of his body remained unaltered.
The wind blades were silent, and as they approached him, they seemingly veered off course, whizzing past both sides. However, the vigilance of the tiger man never waned. He didn't need to see to sense that the two blades were turning behind him and flying toward his back.
The hovering wind blades from before and the ones shifting trajectory that the child had just used now were an eye-opening experience.
When Gui Gui reported about Tang San, he was somewhat skeptical. A mere nine-year-old child defeating several fourth-order demons in succession? It seemed pure fantasy. But now, he was starting to believe. This level of skill alone was enough to astound him. If this was all Wang Yanfeng's teaching, then Wang Yanfeng was indeed extraordinary!
Of course, Tang San himself was more important. Considering his age, it was clear that his potential was immense.
As he was lost in thought, Tang San's hands continued to unleash a stream of silent wind blades. These green blades appeared as elusive as an antelope's horns, yet somehow, the tiger man felt that they all posed a threat to him.
Contrary to his expectation, the first two wind blades did not strike his back as anticipated but actually missed, passing just over a foot behind him. A moment before, an ice shield had already formed behind him, but it now served no defensive purpose.
Tang San consecutively launched twelve wind blades, filling the room with swirling green light. Yet, none of these green lights damaged anything in the room; they all revolved around the tiger man.
His eyes instantly turned deep blue, and mist swirled around his tiger paws. With the tip of his toe on the ground, a powerful aura burst forth, rapidly dropping the room's temperature even further. An armor-like layer of ice formed on his body.
Disregarding the wind blades, he lunged straight at Tang San.
This lunge was swift—a tiger's pounce!
And as soon as he commenced his action, those wind blades flying in the air seemed to be triggered, converging toward the masked man like rivers flowing into the sea.
The wind blades were still silent, but this silence posed the most significant threat.
The tiger man, heedless of the danger, only fortified the ice armor on his body further.
Just as he was about to reach Tang San, Tang San moved. The tiger man only saw a blur before Tang San vanished from sight as if he had been merely an illusion all along.
As Tang San instantly dodged the tiger man’s charge, the wind blades arrived. Wang Yanfeng and Qiu Jing, watching from the side, had their mouths agape in shock.
They could hardly believe their eyes. The twelve wind blades flying haphazardly in the air had now converged into a neat row, systematically slashing toward the same spot on the masked man's back.
The Hundred Birds Homing Strike!
With Tang San's mental power, he couldn't control an actual hundred wind blades yet, but managing just twelve was very much doable.
The Hundred Birds Homing Strike technique was like a hundred birds flying, converging as they entered the forest.
Against a robust defense, focus the attack on a single point!
Never mind that Tang San's wind blades were made of far more compressed energy than normal; even ordinary ones would have been unbearable if twelve consecutive strikes struck the same spot.
With a bang, the first Wind Blade exploded. As the man with the tiger face was about to turn around, the second Wind Blade had already arrived.
Two consecutive Wind Blades exploded, causing him to stagger. And they were immediately followed by the third and fourth!
With each flash of green light, some of the ice armor on the masked man's back shattered into mist and gusts of wind. He wanted to turn around but found himself unable to do so.
At this moment, his heart was filled with terror, and he was utterly helpless.
More importantly, as the fifth Wind Blade struck, his layer of ice armor was close to shattering.
He strenuously gathered the power of his bloodline to reinforce the ice armor, yet he couldn’t help but uncontrollably stagger forward step by step under the relentless assault.
Tang San silently observed.
By the time the ninth Wind Blade fell, the masked man had already crashed into the wall, and his ice armor was entirely shattered. The last three Wind Blades did not fall but silently dissipated into the air.
The wooden house was filled with swirling motes of wind and ice elemental energy for a moment as if a fierce blizzard had just swept through.
The masked man, pinned against the wall, was momentarily overwhelmed. He felt a sharp pain in his back and a turbulent surge of energy in his chest.
He suddenly turned around, however, his body continuing to transform. To be more precise, when the seventh Wind Blade struck his back, he had completed his Demon God Transformation. His body now towered at a height of 2.5 meters, and it was covered in tiger fur with dark blue patterns.
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