Chapter 37 - Stronger Enemies

By the time a Dim Black Talent appeared, Tian Longmeng was already sitting in the middle of the pagoda with a lazy expression. "Are you going to be an actual challenge or will you be worthless like the rest? Tell me from now."

The opponent's face twisted with anger as he dashed towards Tian Longmeng.

"Hmm, he actually had a reaction." Tian Longmeng chuckled while remaining his seat watching the oncoming attack.

Doom

The pagoda shook vigorously. Tian Longmeng was suddenly in a twisted position in mid-air as his right leg swung back to the floor. With razor-sharp eyes, he stared unblinking in front of him. "These ones seem to have egos and rational thought attached to them. Before I knew it, he was already trying to gouge my eye out."

Tian Longmeng looked ahead at a hole where a part of the pagoda internal barrier used to be. What the instructors considered one of the strongest barriers Tang Fei Martial Academy has to offer was now shattering like a plane of glass.

Currently, there was a dissipating man there with half of his face mutilated, lying in the midst of the destroyed barrier. Well at this point, there would be no need for a face, given that his entire body was also brutally destroyed, down to the very bone.

Right as the defeated opponent was halfway disappearing, all senses in Tian Longmeng jolted. "Danger!" Tian Longmeng quickly leapt from his position, narrowly escaping the glistening sword that vertically hacked at him.

Sure enough, an Average Dim Soul Talent appeared, but she actually had a sword in her hands. Tian Longmeng scratched his head as he looked at the small chasm the sword caused in the ground.

"Huh, weapons. On another note, is this pagoda actually this fragile? The barrier and now this; I only kept my power to that of the early 3rd stage."

The opponent did not say a word but only squinted her eyes as she brandished her sword once more and dashed at Tian Longmeng. He returned the sentiment by dislodging her sword elbow and retrieving her sword.

With the sword in his hands, Tian Longmeng decimated the opponent into thin air. He was disappointed that the sword faded as well.

As Tian Longmeng stared at his hand that was now left with fading mist, he questioned himself. "But seriously, why am I so agitated. It just feels like I am aching for a fight."

His words already proved themselves the moment the Bright Black Soul Talent formed. It was cleanly decapitated from a 1500 jin punch, as if to say that it was too boring and he wanted to fight stronger opponents already.

The so-called highest grade of talent was so underwhelmingly weak that it could not even be laughed at. It was just a sad massacre.

Tian Longmeng did not have much time to be left with his thoughts as the pagoda once again sent out an opponent. This time instead of the talent improving, the opponent's cultivation was directly improved to a Mid Mortal Apprentice.

Tian Longmeng sent a causal looking punch, however, the punch was already touching 1000 jins of strength. Yet, the opponent simply dodged and continued to attack him.

"Nice, a decent fight." Tian Longmeng jumped backwards before thrusting himself back into the fight, this time a lot more seriously. The opponent reciprocated with an array of martial arts to combat Tian Longmeng.