Chapter 17: Simulation
"Ahh, Luo Zeng, a year today will be the anniversary of your death," Shen Zhu said, as he charged his chi, causing his whole body to be enveloped by a thick amount of it.
The pressure from the release was so strong that it made strong waves that blew Tang Feng and the digital debris away with a huge force. Tang Feng was able to block it, but the force was too much that it sent him flying, causing him to backflip a few times.
When he was finally able to regain his footing, he was already a bit far from Shen Zhu, but he could still feel the pressure of his aura.
"The chi of a Celestial realm cultivator is indeed domineering. Just the pressure is enough to send everything flying, really amazing," he said, his hands still covering his face in defense as if waiting for the next attack.
"Stop talking nonsense, and go die for me!" Shen Zhu yelled, before charging at Tang Feng.
The pressure from a Celestial realm cultivator isn't one that should be looked down on. It was so strong that any of the remnant debris that got too close to it was immediately blown to bits. It was too much.
"Su Yan, stop! I was to suppress his cultivation," he said, clearly sensing the huge difference between them, especially when Su Yan could even replicate the contempt of Shen Zhu towards him and the way it amplified his strength.
Tang Feng looked up and his face dropped.
"Damn it, I'm dead," he said, looking back at Shen Zhu who was now at his face.
"Do you really think you have the luxury to be distracted when facing me?" Shen Zhu said, as his fist was moving so fast, heading towards Tang Feng's face, the pressure so strong that his fist tore through the void, while taking the air with it.
"Go die for me!" Shen Zhu said, as his fist grew closer to Tang Feng's face.
It was so fast that Tang Feng didn't see it coming, neither did he have the time to activate any of his techniques. When it made contact with Tang Feng's face, Tang Feng flew with huge speed, until he hit a destroyed plane, practically cutting it in half on impact. He spat out a mouthful of blood, almost losing consciousness.
"So this is the strength of a cultivator in the celestial realm, good, bring it on," he said.
"Good, very good. It wouldn't have been fun if you went down just like that," Shen Zhu said.
I have to figure out how to shorten the time frame of my breathing technique, matching it with the Thousand Phantom Art, Tang Feng thought.
So when Shen Zhu charged at him again, Tang Feng tried taking short breaths but he was hit again before he could exhale. But this time it didn't end with just that one punch, but a barrage of punches, from all directions.
The pressure and Tang Feng's impact on the planes made them explode and crumble. The barrages ended with a kick to Tang Feng's side, when Tang Feng raised his hand to his face, thinking the last blow was aimed there.
The kick sent Tang Feng flying right through the planes. He had lost consciousness and just crashed right through the planes, destroying each and every one of them. He finally landed on one of a stronger plane, leaving only a crack behind it.
Shen Zhu followed almost immediately, appearing right before Tang Feng, and releasing a huge amount of his chi to oppress, but Tang Feng slowly stood up under the pressure, his legs shaking like they would give in at any time.
"Come again," he said before falling face-first on the plane, with blood trickling out of his lips.
When he was ejected, the terrain simulation also came down.
His entire body was bruised and battered, his face covered with blood from spitting out too much.
After 5 minutes of internal healing and resuscitation, Tang Feng sprang right up, panting. He looked around trying to get an orientation of his surrounding, seeing he was still in a cave.
The flashes of his defeat came rushing back to him, causing his face to darken.
"I know," Tang Feng said after standing up and wiping off the blood that was smeared on his face.
"Su Yan, activate the simulation again," Tang Feng said, his expression unreadable. Since his life as a cultivator began, he has only lost twice.
That thought lingered in Tang Feng's mind, but he pushed it aside and focused on what he wanted to do now. Thanks to that last attack he received, he had already figured out how to integrate his breathing technique and movement-based technique to his fighting style.
"Just do it. I don't believe that I can't beat him," he said.
There was a moment of silence before Su Yan replied.
Tang Feng would've chosen that one, but he wanted to challenge himself.
"No, set it as before," Tang Feng simply said.