Lord of the Desert

Chapter 359 Forced Talk
On the same day, the war drums were sounded twice more.

Until at dusk the daylight shattered in the west, splashing out a sky of stars and moon.

At 9pm, at the camp of the Victorious Army.

In front of the big tent, a bonfire was burning, and the dry wood blocks made crackling sounds under the high temperature.

Several people sat around the fire.

Duan Tiannan, who had been in meditation for three days, took the slightly charred lamb leg and tore it into big bites, his mouth full of oil.

Military commander Xiahou Ling sat on the opposite side, narrating the progress of the past few days.

First there were earthen platforms, tunnels, and ordnance, and then today's exploratory attack.

The final conclusion is that the exchange ratio has been pulled to an acceptable level, and a strong attack has become an option.

Duan Tiannan nodded.

After he finished eating the meat, he bit off pieces of the smooth lamb leg bones, chewing them until they made a crackling sound in his mouth.

"It seems like it's time to meet Tang Laojian again."

After finishing off the lamb leg, he circulated his true energy with both palms to shake off the fat.

"The direction of this battle must have a tone - Tang Laojian is a smart man, and he doesn't necessarily have to make the worst possible situation."

"If we really have to force an attack in the end, this will be inevitable anyway."

Duan Tiannan was a man who always did what he said, so when he saw no objection, he immediately stood up and walked towards the camp gate.

Several people walked along to see him off.

Occasionally, suppressed laughter could be heard from the tents we passed by, probably because they were telling some dirty jokes.

Hundreds of feet away from the wooden stronghold, Duanli's iron-colored outline appeared under the firelight.

Duan Tiannan stood facing the city, untied his red silk belt, took off his outer robe, and left his upper body bare.

"Hold it for me. Flesh can heal, but clothes cannot."

He said with a smile and handed the clothes to Gu Yixin.

"How is the injury, brother?"

The latter asked when he saw two wounds on his upper body.

"Ninety percent recovered."

Duan Tiannan returned immediately and casually broke off the hard scab, revealing the newly grown skin.

"Tang Laojian can only recover 50% at most."

He boasted, catching Hong Fan's gaze and grinning.

"Relax, bro."

"I, your brother, may be stronger than you think..."

Duan Tiannan said as he circulated his true essence and mobilized his innate spiritual energy.

The camp's banner fluttered in the wind.

Under Hong Fan's induction, a funnel-like vortex stood up between heaven and earth, pulling up the moving clouds upwards and piercing into the earth downwards.

A moment later, a figure rose from the city several miles away, surrounded by gray-black iron streams, with the blade glowing silver. It flipped and hovered in the air, like a giant snake basking in the moonlight.

"Light clouds and thin rain."

Hong Fan recited this scene softly.

At this distance he couldn't see Tang Shaoyou's eyes clearly, he could only vaguely see that his jaw was tense.

Duan Tiannan's expression remained relaxed, and the belt in his hand stretched out in the wind, like a long fiery tassel.

The sound of the wind suddenly stopped.

"Go."

Duan Tiannan tied the red silk back around his waist and floated up.

A moment later, the two Yuanci started up at the same time and went eastward like meteors.

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Two thousand feet above the ground, at a high place, the clouds and mountains roll up and down.

Tang Shaoyou and Duan Tiannan were racing one after the other at a speed of several hundred kilometers per hour, with iron scales flying back and forth like stars on their sides.

After fighting for a hundred rounds, both of them had new wounds on their bodies.

During the chase, the distance between them was shortened.

Tang Shaoyou hid himself in the clouds and turned around to form a seal.

The iron scales rioted and shot out.

Duan Tiannan reached out sideways and grabbed one, then crushed it with his palm. Immediately, he was surrounded by the sound of wind whistling like bird calls.

It is the bird form of "Bird, Turtle and Dragon", one of the three basic forms in the Thousand Threads of Mind Realm.

This move was as powerful as a silk net, with the flying sword piercing back and forth in all directions. If two people of the same realm encountered each other, they would inevitably shed blood unless one of their speed and hardness reached the pinnacle.

Fortunately, the essence of the Iron Palm Canon is to temper the body into a weapon. Although it is not the best of the second-grade martial arts, its hardness is exactly what it can do.

Tang Shaoyou travels through the clouds.

Duan Tiannan followed closely behind, knocking the iron scales away with his bare hands.

When the net was about to shrink, there was a roar of anger, and a golden palm force pushed forward, growing against the wind. In a moment, it became the size of a house, and blasted open a way out.

The buzzing sound faded away, and the universe was silent. But the cloud peaks were shattered, and half of the sky was freed, with a huge yellow moon hanging in the air.

People flew past the moon.

Tang Shaoyou was breathing heavily and only took a few breaths to catch his breath. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that his opponent was chasing him from behind.

He was forced to turn around and form a seal.

Dozens of iron scales formed a tortoise-shell mirror shield to meet the incoming palm.

When the two irons collided, the iron shook like a bell, reaching everywhere.

"Come again!"

The thunder-like laughter suppressed the bell and forced Tang Shaoyou to exert all his strength.

Iron scales flow and layers of shields are set up.

Duan Tiannan clenched his ten fingers together to explode the air, unleashing a series of punches like an artillery fire, piercing through the tortoise shield one by one.

For a moment, the iron scales flipped and splashed, the blade reflected the waning moon, and fell into the sea of ​​clouds like a meteor.

"The turtle has come out, let's bring the dragon form as well!"

Duan Tiannan stopped chasing and spoke loudly.

Tang Shaoyou's face tensed as he listened to the heroic laughter.

He knew that his physical talents were far inferior to his opponent's, but even if his recovery speed was different, it would not be to this extent.

Knowing that it was useless to say more, Tang Shaoyou raised his sword again.

Duan Tiannan did not charge, but waited for his opponent to gather strength.

After a few breaths, there were more than two hundred iron scales left lined up, condensing several times into the shape of a snake or python.

The wind whirls around, and the sound is like a chant.

The impact is like a waterfall, with the power of a dragon.

Duan Tiannan suppressed his smile, put his fist at his waist, and his true energy overflowed like golden arm armor.

With the iron dragon in front of him, he began to attack, his fists, palms and fingers changing randomly, leaving countless afterimages, as if he had hundreds of arms and thousands of hands.

Flowers bloom in the sky.

The fist shadows were like golden lotus petals gradually blooming, while the shattered iron scales turned red and hot and deformed, like flower stamens floating in the sky and dimming into the clouds.

Soon, the flowers withered.

The scenery stopped, and only one person was floating under the yellow moon, motionless.

"How about my unfinished 'Iron Arm and Golden Body'?"

Duan Tiannan was panting, his hair was soaked with sweat, and his upper body was covered with long and narrow cut marks, but he looked strong and healthy.

"I heard that your iron scale is only a tiny piece and costs thirty taels of silver. It is a top grade Xuan-level iron scale."

"But my arms are strong enough to be earth-level divine weapons!"

Tang Shaoyou looked pale and lost.

"The winner has been decided, do you still want to fight?"

Duan Tiannan teased.

"I have never seen the self-sacrifice method of your Tang family."

Tang Shaoyou turned a deaf ear and spoke only after a long while.

"It's only been ten days since our last fight, and you've made another breakthrough?"

He asked rather unwillingly.

"How can there be a breakthrough? I have been simply recovering from my injuries these past few days."

Duan Tiannan replied.

"It's just that I deliberately showed weakness last time, saving my strength for the 'Xiao Se Feng' who might come over. Now there's no need for that."

Tang Shaoyou was stunned when he heard this.

"Xiao Sefeng, Feng family..."

He couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, his voice gritting his teeth - Duanli City is indeed the ancestral home of the Tang family, but it also belongs to the royal court.

Seeing his reaction, Duan Tiannan gave up his fighting spirit and sat down on the cloud.

"Mr. Shouyu, if you don't want to fight anymore, why don't you talk?"

After knowing each other for several years, it was the first time that Tang Shaoyou heard this rising star, who was sixty years younger than him, call him "Mr. Shouyu".

"You go ahead and tell me."

He found another cloud peak a hundred feet away and landed cross-legged.

"The outcome of the battle of Duanli is already determined. If the Tang family is destroyed, I will injure you to death. If you do not want this to come true, there are only two options."

Duan Tiannan stretched out two fingers and then retracted one.

"The first way is to surrender."

He said it very bluntly.

(End of this chapter)