The Teacher’s Grace Is Like Heaven

43 – Tang Guo Tang Guo唐家糖菓(7)

Tang Guo was slowly losing ground. The opponent was Tang Feiyong.

I crossed my arms and watched from a distance, the patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Family and the undisputed holder of the position of Heavenly Emperor. This was an internal family matter, and of course it was not good for anyone to interfere.

But what if it was a matter of survival? What if the Tang family were to be defeated by the Tang defeating dragon? The Tang family rebellion would be doomed to failure.

But if that happened, what would happen to me? Would I be able to say thank you and go home? Of course not.

“Do I really think I can take on the Tang Family?”

I thought about it for a moment, but all I could do was laugh. That’s the Heavenly Wizard. One of the peak masters in the Martial Realm.

Not just in strength, but also in martial arts training and experience. He is one of the strongest martial artists among the peak masters.

But to face him alone? No matter how you look at it, it’s impossible. But more than that, for some reason, I couldn’t just leave it alone.

“I guess this is it, after all.”

“Ugh…….”

“What a waste, what a waste. If you had a few more years, you would have surpassed me.”

“…….”

“What was so urgent?”

Tang Feiyong’s memorization of the history was aimed at Tang Guo’s chest like a giant stake.

Tang Guo hastily pulled out his memorization to block it, but was pushed back by the force. He was spitting out a large amount of blood from his mouth.

Although he had been defeated, he had displayed a very good secret weapon against Tian Hao. Indeed, if he had a few more years, he might have been able to defeat Tang Feiyong.

Is that really a genius…… I suddenly felt a wall of talent. He didn’t say anything to Tang Guo. Tang Feiyong lamented and took out his memorization.

“But you were defeated anyway. You know the price of defiance, don’t you?”

“Kill me, I have no words for you.”

“At least I like your spirit, then. Die like that.”

“……!!!”

Tang Feiyong’s aged hand gripped Tang Guo’s head firmly, and soon the memorization protruding from his other hand swung. I moved immediately,

or to be more precise, I moved without realizing it, and I was able to parry in time. My sword, drawn in an instant, deflected the memorization.

At the same time, I tried to take advantage of the element of surprise and slash down at its throat, but alas, it failed.

“How rude of you, to place a martial art on an unarmed man……?”

“It is because I am an untrained merchant, please understand.”

“Then you’ve been taught, and you should stand down now.”

“Didn’t I tell you, I’m an unlearned merchant?”

“Indeed, you would come out like that?”

I pointed the tip of my sword at him. Sensing my fighting spirit, he smiled. Then he began to laugh out loud.

However, the smile quickly faded. A cold, sunken gaze was there, as if he had lied about laughing so much. He opened his mouth.

“How unfortunate.”

And then his form was gone. Before I realized he was out of sight, his body was already moving. I felt the wind shift, not behind me.

Straight ahead. A blow from the front sliced through the memorization in an instant, but it was an illusion, the real thing coming from behind…… and in front.

I twist at the waist and spin my body in a full circle. I read my opponent’s path and sliced through the memorization with a slash. The shattered memorization fell to the ground.

“How unfortunate.”

But there was no change in Tang Feiyong’s expression; his form was still out of sight. Another wave of memorizations flew toward me.

The speed was incredible. The power within them was beyond my imagination. This time, the memorizations came from all directions. They were increasing in number.

Somehow, I managed to slice through all of them, and I tried to get closer to the Tang Fei Dragon, but the flying memorizations continued to interfere with my movement.

“By the looks of it, you are indeed a young man with a promising future.”

It was reading my moves perfectly. I’m not a Heavenly Emperor for nothing, but I can read his movements.

I stopped walking. My eyes turned to the sky. In the smoky sky, I saw it.

“How unfortunate that one must die for a single mistake.”

滿天花雨

萬天花雨

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萬天花雨.

A secret technique passed down only to the patriarch of the Sichuan Tang family. It’s not just a lot of memorization. The most terrifying aspect of Wan Tian Hua Wu is the movement of the memorization.

The memorizations are so huge that they cover the sky, and each one can be moved at will. The enormous amount of power that went into each one was a bonus.

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It’s so exhausting that some people might die or fall into a coin-op if they make a mistake while performing it. But not him.

He is the Poison King Poisonous Dragon, the patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Family, and a member of the Heavenly Wu Clan.

He waves his hand, and the memorization moves in unison. A rain that dared not know its end, and in an instant, it washed over the young man. As if only the sky knew when the rain would end.

“What a waste of talent.”

Looking at the countless memorizations on the ground, Tang Feiyong lamented. He truly felt sorry for the situation. Not just one, but two.

He had lost two promising talents. Dang Hajin was Dang Hajin, but most of all, the young man who had suddenly intervened was much stronger than he thought.

At first, he tried to take him lightly, since he was no more than a third-rate talent, but he soon changed his mind. His movements had caught up with him.

No, if it was simply speed and strength, the young man had the advantage.

As a jiajue, cold reason took hold of him. Right now, the Sichuan Tang Family is in the midst of a rebellion, and it must be subdued as quickly as possible.

At least in Tang Haijin’s case, he could be patient for the sake of the future of the Sichuan Tang Family. There was no time to waste on a young man whose name he didn’t even know.

So, he took out the big iron. It was a waste, of course, but somehow he couldn’t help but use it, whether it was a sense of duty or instinct.

“I don’t know.”

Swallowing the bitterness in the back of his throat, Tang Feiyong turned his head away. Now he had to put down the rest of the rebellion and get back to work on his studies. Or so he thought.

There was an eerie feeling. A creepy sensation, as if I had been caught perfectly in the back by a killer. His body reacted before his mind did.

The memorization held tightly by his thumb and index finger swung like a sword. The sight of that tiny memorization striking out was certainly extremely abnormal.

But from Tang Feiyong’s perspective, the situation before him was even more bizarre. The Ten Thousand Flower Festival was the festival of the Sichuan Tang Family, and no one could guarantee their survival.

He didn’t just aim for a square, he created one and stabbed it.

‘No, it would be foolish to deny what has already happened.’

Tang Feiyong is the patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Family, and he has fought many battles for that position. Therefore, he calmly organized his thoughts.

There before him was the young man he thought he had dealt with, still relatively intact.

It’s never too late to slow down after you’ve defeated the enemy in front of you. Just as I was getting into position with that thought.

“Heh…….”

Time seemed to stop. Everything seemed to slow down. Even his vision, which was slowly falling away from his body, he tried to move it somehow.

The body that had lost its master had already stopped listening to him. In that moment, Tang Feiyong realized that he had been killed by the young man. He realized that he had been killed by a young man, and with only a single blade.

He wasn’t afraid of dying. After all, he had already spilled countless amounts of blood. So he was prepared to have his blood on someone else’s hands.

It was just a pity that he couldn’t see with his own eyes that the Sichuan Tang Family would be the best.

“But I have no regrets.”

Every moment of my life was entirely my own choice, and to regret it is for mortals. Therefore, Tang Feiyong had no regrets.

And finally, it was time. Tang Feiyong’s eyes slowly closed, and blood poured from his body like a fountain, and he fell to his knees.

It was the final and most futile end for the Poison King, the leader of the Sichuan Tang Clan. Meanwhile, Tian Bi Liu, who had finished off the Poison King, soon regained his senses and looked around.

“What is it?”

“Where is the Poison King?”