Hong Wuque took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and smiled instead: "I have long heard that there is an incredible genius from the outer sect of Qingyun Sect. When I saw him today, he is indeed well-deserved."
Tang Mang didn't think that Hong Wuque was praising him. His face was calm and his words were sonorous: "Senior, there is no need to praise me. I hurt your grandson today. What do you want, just tell me."
"Okay, you really have some backbone."
Hong Wuque nodded, with a hint of gloom in his eyes, and said coldly: "I, Hong Wuque, am a master at the pinnacle of the Zhen Gang Realm after all, and I won't bully you. As long as you can resist 50% of my momentum, today's matter will be considered exposed."
As he spoke, Tang Mang was not given any time to answer, and he exuded a terrifying aura.
Blah blah blah!
Hong Wuque's momentum was so terrifying that the surrounding air currents were attracted by him and turned into a ferocious force field, trapping Tang Mang in it.
Tang Mang's whole body seemed to be squeezed continuously by several tens of thousands of kilograms of force. Even if he struggled desperately, it was of no avail. The muscles, bones, skin and flesh all over his body made a crackling sound and almost burst.
"What a terrifying power! If I hadn't taken the Dragon Marrow Pill and practiced the second form of the Fudo Myoōken, I would have been shattered to pieces in an instant."
Tang Mang's face was ugly. In just two breaths, his internal organs couldn't bear it anymore. He staggered and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Although the terrifying momentum directly affected Tang Mang, the crowd below the competition platform also felt the suffocating pressure. The agitated momentum even suppressed the crowds close to the competition platform until they vomited blood.
For a time, many people were frightened and retreated far away.
Hong Wuque's momentum was not static, but was constantly increasing, causing the crowd around the competition platform to retreat again and again. Tang Mang was the first to bear the brunt, and he vomited a mouthful of blood with a cry of oppression.
But his will was as strong as gold and iron. Even though his whole body was in severe pain, he never said a word. He just stared at Hong Wuque not far away, with a cold murderous intent deep in his pupils.
"Old ghost, when I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely kill you!"
Tang Mang secretly gritted his teeth. Although he was quite a bloodthirsty person, at this moment, his heart was full of killing intent. If his own strength was not so different from Hong Wuque's, he would definitely rush forward and tear Hong Wuque into pieces.
"stop!"
Angry shouts suddenly sounded, and under the competition stage, Mu Qingyu's face was as frosty as she was about to jump onto the competition stage.
Who would have thought that Hong Wuque just turned his head slightly and glanced at her, but her face turned pale and she fell to the ground softly.
Frightened in his heart, Mu Qingyu said angrily: "Senior, this is the Qingyun Sect. Besides, you, a majestic elder of the outer sect of the Tianhe Sect and a master of the Zhen Gang Realm, have insulted a junior like this. If this spreads out, you will lose face and not say anything.
You Tianhe Sect will also be looked down upon."
"The little girl is very talkative, but when did I bully Tang Mang? I just saw that he has a very hot temper, and I was afraid that he would cause trouble when he left the sect in the future, so I taught him how to behave for you Qingyun Sect."
Hong Wuque said calmly, but his momentum did not decrease at all. Instead, it became stronger and stronger, constantly impacting Tang Mang.
"Damn."
The momentum was so strong that Tang Mang couldn't leave even if he wanted to. His originally delicate and childish face became ferocious, and large beads of sweat continued to appear on his forehead.
"Kneel down."
Loud shouts were heard, and Hong Wuque increased his momentum again, intending to humiliate Tang Mang and make him kneel down in front of everyone.
Tang Mang felt as if his kneecaps were about to shatter. The severe pain made his feet tremble. He was in so much pain that he was about to kneel down.
After all, Hong Wuque was a master at the pinnacle of Zhen Gang Realm. Even though Tang Mang had all kinds of abilities, he couldn't withstand this increasingly powerful momentum.
Especially at this moment, Hong Wuque almost completely exerted his momentum on Tang Mang's knees, causing Tang Mang to receive inhuman torture.
My knees kept bending, almost to the point of kneeling...
Tang Mang's eyes were bloodshot, and his silver teeth were clenching, but his heart was screaming crazily: "No, this Hong Wuque is obviously destroying my will. I must endure it. If I really kneel down, I will definitely lose my martial arts."
heart."
Yes, Hong Wuque did not take action himself, but only used his momentum. He had ulterior motives and bad intentions in an attempt to destroy Tang Mang's martial arts aspirations.
But all warriors have a heart for martial arts.
The so-called martial arts heart is nothing more than spiritual will.
A person's spiritual will may be strong or weak, but no matter how strong or weak it is, if the spiritual will is destroyed, no matter how strong the talent is, it will be difficult to achieve success in the future.
The most frightening thing is that the stronger the mental will of a person, the more difficult it is for him to recover once he is severely hit.
Just like Tang Mang now, if he really knelt down in front of the public, his spirit and will would have been severely damaged, and he would even have inner demons, which would completely shake his martial arts heart.
From now on, I will never recover.
"boom!"
It was like a divine thunder coming to the world, causing the earth to tremble.
Seeing that Tang Mang was holding on, Hong Wuque's eyes were cold and he increased his momentum again. Tang Mang opened his mouth and spurted blood on the spot, bent his left knee, shrugged his right knee, and half-knelt down on the ground.
However, as soon as his right knee touched the ground, Tang Mang looked up to the sky and roared.
"No."
The roar resounded throughout the world, full of unwillingness, anger, and unyielding, which made the listeners' livers and gall bladders burst.
Who could tell that Tang Mang had reached his limit at this moment, and he would probably kneel down soon. The gloating glances of the outer disciples of the Tianhe Sect below the fighting platform became even more intense.
Seeing Tang Mang shaking all over and his mouth full of blood, Shi Yu was extremely angry, "This old bastard is so shameless and humiliates my brother like this."
However, he was soon shocked, not to mention that the others were also dumbfounded.
On the competition stage, Tang Mang stood up slowly. Although his muscles, bones, skin and flesh cracked under the pressure of the momentum, he stood upright.
"What a terrible will!"
Everyone present gasped.
Everyone could see that Tang Mang was able to stand up entirely because of his unyielding will.
A warrior in the physical realm!
A teenage boy!
Why is his will so strong!?
It’s really hard for everyone to imagine.
However, how do they know how strong Tang Mang's will is?
Tang Mang was a slave since he was a child. When he was seven or eight years old, his father Tang Yu died outside. His bloody body was carried back by several Tang family servants.
Even how he died, several servants of the Tang family couldn't tell clearly. Some said he was killed by someone, some said he died from a monster, and some even said it was a love killing.
In the end, no one could tell the reason, and Tang Yu's death became an unsolved case.
This is not important. Tang Mang has never seen his mother since he was born. He doesn't even know his mother's last name. He has lived a life of slavery for many years.
A slave, with a low status, would be scolded at worst and beaten at worst.
However, growing up in this difficult environment, Tang Mang's will became stronger and stronger, and he developed a heart that was not moved by external things.
"Even if you were once a slave, so what if you are a master at the pinnacle of the True Gang Realm? My heart is as high as the sky, and my will is as strong as iron. Not even the sky can overwhelm me, let alone an old dog like you."
Tang Mang roared in his heart.
In the past, when he was a slave, others laughed at him, insulted him and beat him, but he did not retaliate. He did not retaliate. It was not that he was weak, but that he had a strong will and knew how to endure.
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