Super Combat Soldier

Chapter 803: Chapter 802 [His Character is Very Resolute]

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”That’s right, the Bald Monk is waiting; he is waiting for those who charged ahead to break the restrictions inside the Martial Saint Tomb and clear the dangers within. Only then will he go in, by which time more or less, people like Wuji Taoist would have depleted some of their combat power. Isn’t this more advantageous for the Bald Monk to obtain the treasures and inheritance inside?”

Ye Tianchen had already figured this out, so when a gap in the Fire Head Hill Martial Saint Tomb was opened, he didn’t rush in first. Instead, he watched as the Golden Elder, Wuji Taoist, the man in silver armor, and the large man with a sword on his back stormed in first. As for the Bald Monk, Ye Tianchen never had a good impression of this honey-tongued, false compassionate monk. In his view, it was uncertain whether the Bald Monk was actually a monk or not. He might very well have obtained powerful Buddhist Sect inheritances and was pretending to be a monk. Even though he used Buddhist methods when he attacked Ye Tianchen, it was as ruthless as a Demon. That’s why Ye Tianchen intentionally asked Hu Gao to bring out the wine jar to test this ruthless fake monk.

”Big brother, turns out you had already seen through it, that the Bald Monk is a false compassionate monk, and that’s why you didn’t rush into the Martial Saint Tomb first?” Hu Gao asked with realization.

”Partially correct, the other half is that I, like him, am also waiting, waiting for Wuji Taoist and the others to clear the way of dangers in the Martial Saint Tomb,” Ye Tianchen said with a smile, taking a sip of wine.

”Now that the Bald Monk has charged in, does that mean Wuji Taoist and the four have already broken the restrictions in front and have entered the center of the Martial Saint Tomb? Shouldn’t we hurry...” Hu Gao asked anxiously.

Ye Tianchen stood up, extended his powerful Divine Sense, then shook his head and said, ”We need to wait a bit longer.”

”Boss, if we wait any longer, it will be too late. We can’t just watch those five get the inheritance from the Martial Saint Tomb, and surely they won’t spare us either,” Hu Gao said, ready to charge into the gap in the tomb, only to be stopped by Ye Tianchen.

”The Bald Monk couldn’t wait because while he wants Wuji Taoist and the others to break the restrictions and clear the dangers to reap the benefits himself, he’s also afraid they’ll beat him to the treasures and inheritance. So he couldn’t hold back and rushed in. We can’t be in a hurry; we must go in at the most opportune moment,” Ye Tianchen said seriously, looking at Hu Gao.

”The most opportune moment?” Hu Gao was stunned for a moment, still a bit confused.

”Just wait. I reckon it’ll be about right when we finish this jar of wine!” Ye Tianchen, oddly patient, sat cross-legged on the ground and began drinking from the wine jar.

Despite his deep doubts, Hu Gao greatly trusted brother Ye Tianchen and suppressed his anxious feelings, sitting beside Ye Tianchen to drink.

The jar of wine lasted a full hour, nearly to the bottom, when Hu Gao grew genuinely restless. Wuji Taoist, Golden Elder, the large man with a sword on his back, the man in silver armor, and the Bald Monk were all Mid Martial Venerate cultivators. They had been inside for nearly two hours now and had likely divided all the treasures and inheritances; they might be rushing out soon.

But then there was boss Ye Tianchen; he remained unusually quiet, taking sips, appearing to enjoy himself, as if he hadn’t intended to enter the Martial Saint Tomb at all.

”Boss, we...”

Bam!

Just as Hu Gao was about to speak, there was a loud boom from within the Fire Head Hill, like a pot about to boil over, shaking violently. When Hu Gao turned to look at Ye Tianchen again, he found that all that was left where Ye Tianchen had been sitting was an empty wine jar, followed by a Divine Sense message from Ye Tianchen.

”Brother, wait outside for me, be cautious, and if there’s easy prey, I won’t hesitate to help myself!”

Upon hearing Ye Tianchen’s words, Hu Gao chuckled and said, ”Boss, I knew you were a kindred spirit. A good trick like taking easy prey is something we’ll certainly do. Truly heroes recognize each other!”

Ye Tianchen didn’t hear what Hu Gao said, or else he would’ve been speechless. When he broke into the Martial Saint Tomb, he discovered that surprisingly, it was empty as if he had entered another world. There were no stone chambers, no tunnels, but a vast space filled with dense spiritual energy.

”Hmm?”

After entering, Ye Tianchen looked around, then frowned slightly upon seeing Wuji Taoist, Bald Monk, Golden Elder, the man in silver armor, and the large man with a sword on his back, all sitting cross-legged. It seemed they were cultivating, absorbing the dense spiritual energy into their bodies, refining it into threads of Martial Arts True Power. In front of them stood a huge stele with a single blood-red character— ”Restriction.”

”What a mysterious world, what a powerful force, whose tomb is this?” Ye Tianchen couldn’t help but murmur to himself.

The enormous stele stood like it was supporting the entire world, towering in the Heavenly Vault. Ye Tianchen extended his powerful Divine Sense, feeling a profound and immeasurable force of Martial Arts True Power and dared not recklessly attempt to move it. Suddenly, scriptures flashed in Ye Tianchen’s mind, the powerful spells of the Yijin Jing incessantly flickering within his Divine Sense. Ye Tianchen, following a spark of inspiration, disappeared from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was already sitting cross-legged on top of the gigantic stele, hands forming various Seal Skills, eyes closed, his entire being emanating strong Martial Arts True Power.

Wuji Taoist, Golden Elder, Bald Monk, the man in silver armor, and the burly man with the knife sat cross-legged below. When Ye Tianchen sat cross-legged on the massive stele, all five of them glanced at him with killing intent in their eyes, which quickly vanished as they each absorbed the dense spiritual energy, tempering themselves and working powerful spells, aiming for a breakthrough.

It was unknown how much time had passed, suddenly, the five—Wuji Taoist and others—opened their eyes one after another. When they did, they found Ye Tianchen still sitting cross-legged atop the massive stele, with no trace of martial arts true power fluctuations throughout his body, just calmly sitting there, as though asleep.

”Hmph, it seems the spiritual energy here doesn’t suit him!” Wuji Taoist snorted coldly.

”Not everyone is like you and me, possessing such talent for cultivation.” Golden Elder said proudly.

”Amitabha Buddha, this young benefactor sits above us, we should have him come down first. Without breaking this massive stele, we cannot truly enter the Martial Saint Tomb; we don’t have much time to waste!” Bald Monk looked at the other four meaningfully and spoke.

The other four glanced at each other, then almost simultaneously struck alongside Bald Monk, unleashing powerful martial arts true power towards Ye Tianchen who was atop the massive stele. This was clearly not an attempt to bring Ye Tianchen down, but rather to utterly destroy him.

”Go to hell, I’ll deal with another brat later to settle the score from back then!” Seeing their joint attack, Golden Elder said harshly when Ye Tianchen didn’t even dodge.

Splat!

Suddenly, Ye Tianchen opened his eyes, shooting two golden divine radiances directly toward Golden Elder. At the same time, Taie Sword, Fish Intestine Sword, and Xuanyuan Sword appeared before him, each emitting a trace of suppressive force, blocking the sneak attacks from the five.

”This...”

”Three ancient divine swords, he actually had such a fortuitous encounter?”

”Amitabha Buddha, this young benefactor is indeed a person of great blessing!” Bald Monk spoke, a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

Bang!

Bang!

With two booming sounds, Golden Elder was sent flying, glaring fiercely at Ye Tianchen who leaped down from the massive stele. Despite not being injured, he felt humiliated; Ye Tianchen was merely a little over twenty, while Golden Elder had lived for a hundred years, yet was repelled this far by a junior, almost injured. Where’s his dignity?

Unfortunately, Golden Elder had no choice but to feel disgruntled. Ye Tianchen soared from the massive blue stele, forming seal skills with his hands. The three ancient divine swords had long returned to his body, and on his forehead, a Taiji Bagua diagram slowly emerged, expanding slowly until it was the size of a little mountain, finally stopping. Except for a touch of black and white, all was golden with martial arts true power surging.

”This... could this be the legendary...”

”How can that be, such divine arts have long lost their inheritance... No one could possibly know it...”

”This child has great fortune and insight, I’ve truly underestimated him...”

”Eight Diagrams Seal, suppress!”

Ye Tianchen shouted loudly, unleashing the Taiji Bagua diagram, targeting not a single person, but Wuji Taoist, Golden Elder, the man in silver armor, the burly man, and Bald Monk alike. The imposing aura and domineering spirit were enough to astonish anyone. Ye Tianchen was single-handedly suppressing five Mid Martial Venerate level strong practitioners. Not to mention a place unsuitable for cultivation, across the entire Martial Arts Great World, there were few who dared to attempt such a feat.

”Arrogant, he wants to use his power alone to suppress us five.” Bald Monk finally couldn’t hold back and shouted.

”What are you standing around for, this little brat intends to annihilate us five, monopolizing the inheritance within the Martial Saint Tomb. Let’s join forces to kill him!” Golden Elder already had a golden mace in his hand, ready to instigate others to eliminate Ye Tianchen together. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)