I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 551 - 456: Martial Arts Will_2

The ground was stamped uneven and dusty by the footsteps of the Tiger Mother and her disciples, turning the once quiet mountain cove into a scene of chaos.

Two small White Tigers outside the array were trembling in fear at the intense battle, not daring to make a sound, they quickly shrank to the corner of the cave entrance.

With their small heads buried in their paws, only a pair of terrified eyes peeked out, cautiously observing the battle outside.

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In the arena, even under the attack of eight disciples, the Tiger Mother was not at a disadvantage; instead, she seemed to handle it with ease.

Her speed was astonishing, always able to accurately evade at the moment sword qi, blades, and spears descended, every counterattack carried the power of ten thousand pounds.

With a swipe of her tiger claws, a gust of wind forced three disciples to join forces to block with their weapons. With a loud "clang," the three were shaken back repeatedly, their arms numb, and the palm of their hands faintly ached.

Her tail swept across, forcing two more disciples to dodge awkwardly, the rock behind them was hit and shattered instantly, sending fragments flying.

The onlookers from afar were all shocked by this sight.

Some, with cunning minds, couldn’t help but cast greedy and ruthless glances towards the two small White Tigers in the corner of the cave entrance.

"Boss, that Tiger Demon is too fierce, even several Hall Masters together can’t take it down, why don’t we capture those two little ones to threaten it?"

One of the gang members suggested in a low voice to the leader by his ear.

The leader nodded, quietly signaled to two subordinates with his eyes, and the three stealthily crept towards the cave entrance under the cover of the trees.

"Stop!"

The voice of Mi Youdao suddenly resounded, causing the three to pause in their tracks, turning around with pale faces.

Mi Youdao stood with his hands behind him, coldly sweeping his gaze over the three, his tone full of arrogance:

"With me here holding the line, why resort to such measures?"

"We martial artists should be open and aboveboard, how can one achieve great things by acting sneakily and opportunistically like this?"

As his words fell, an invisible aura emanated from him, though he didn’t deliberately release any Primordial Qi, it made all the gang members present feel a chill in their hearts, not daring to make any more moves.

The three gang members who tried to ambush were even more ashamed, lowering their heads and retreating.

The surrounding disciples and gang members looked at the figure of Mi Youdao standing with his hands behind his back, all feeling a surge of admiration in their hearts.

The battle in the arena continued, although the eight disciples coordinated seamlessly, the array operated without the slightest flaw, but the gap in strength with the Tiger Mother was too obvious.

Their attacks could never touch the Tiger Mother in the slightest, instead, they were in constant peril from her counterattacks, accumulating more or less wounds on their bodies, their breaths gradually becoming erratic.

Finally, in a round of exchange, the Tiger Mother seized a flaw.

She suddenly accelerated, her figure turning into a white shadow, avoiding the three long swords stabbing from the front, raising her sharp claws, she fiercely slammed down onto a steel blade in a disciple’s hand.

With a crisp "crack," the steel blade made of refined iron was instantly shattered into pieces, scattering everywhere.

Following that, the Tiger Mother swept horizontally, her tail carrying immense force, mercilessly striking the three disciples, sending them flying, crashing heavily to the ground, spewing blood, struggling but unable to rise.

After dealing with three disciples, the Tiger Mother’s offensive grew fiercer, turning her head towards a disciple who was distracted by his injured companions, her eyes fierce, leaping into the air, her claws with the sound of breaking wind, pouncing mercilessly towards the disciple’s head.

If this claw landed, the disciple would undoubtedly die.

"Hmm?"

A gleam flashed in Mi Youdao’s eyes, the hands that were initially behind him abruptly moved.

His figure flickered, turning into a vague afterimage, his speed surprisingly a few fractions faster than the Tiger Mother, appearing instantly before that disciple.

Before the claw could land, Mi Youdao punched out, without any Primordial Qi leaking from the fist, yet it carried a magnificent momentum, directly meeting the tiger claw head-on.

"Boom!"

Punch met claw, unleashing a deafening explosion.

The massive force spread out from the two as the center, the surrounding dust was blown several feet high, the ground cracked with spider web-like fissures.

The surrounding rocks, broken wood were wrapped by the force and flew in all directions, a few disciples standing nearby were swept by the force, retreating continuously, faces pale.

Mi Youdao only felt a tremendous force coming from his fist, his arm slightly numb, involuntarily stepping back three steps, each step leaving a deep impression on the ground.

He steadied himself, shook his slightly numb arm, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, then transformed into deep admiration:

"Worthy of being the King of Beasts, just a Tiger Demon possesses such formidable strength, I indeed underestimated you."

He had learned much from his old friend’s letters about monsters and demons.

Only by awakening intelligence can one be called a demon, and it is only demons that possess the combat power of the Third Realm and above.

The White Tiger before him, though it hadn’t awakened intelligence and was just a creature, its strength and speed were already closing in on those awakened demons.

Mi Youdao slowly spoke, his tone carrying a few genuine notes of admiration:

"In a few more years, once you awaken intelligence, transform into a demon form, should I meet you again, I might indeed have to avoid you."

"But for now... you’re not enough."

As he spoke, the aura around Mi Youdao underwent an earth-shattering change.

If previously his aura was as deep and steady as a pool, now it was as domineering as an erupting volcano.

An extremely sharp intent of dominance spread from within him, the air around seeming to be crushed and solidified by this aura.