From the start of the battle until now.
11 minutes and 23 seconds had passed.
Without unleashing his war seed, Tang Ling seemed to have reached his limit.
His armor was no longer able to provide any defense. Wearing it was just a burden, so Tang Ling had taken it off more than 10 seconds ago.
Tang Ling's body was covered in wounds. Not a single piece of flesh the size of a palm could be found on his body.
Even so, Tang Ling's gaze was as calm as ever. He half-knelt in the corner of the deck with the Blood Bulrush Sword in his bloody hand. Panting heavily, he uttered two numbers, "3, 7."
Other than himself, no one knew what the two numbers meant.
Based on Tang Ling's personality, he would never place his hopes on simply stalling for time. He had to have a chance to save himself no matter what.
The appearance of an upper-rank Purple Moon Warrior was indeed bad news, but from a certain perspective, it was also good news, was it not?
Tang Ling wiped the blood and sweat off his forehead and stood up. He wanted to continue the battle.
Compared to Tang Ling, the Zhan generation of teenagers were in a much better state. Although each of them had more or less wounds inflicted by Tang Ling, the wounds were nothing. They were just minor injuries and their combat abilities were still intact.
However, in the thick fog, Tang Ling was as slippery as a blue-spotted slimy loach. If he encountered Tang Ling, he would immediately escape after a short exchange of blows. Among the Zhan cohort, other than Zhan Seven who could deliver a fatal blow to Tang Ling, the rest of them did not have the ability to crush Tang Ling in a short period of time.
Therefore, the young warriors of the Zhan cohort were aggrieved. They felt like they could not unleash their full strength, so they somehow hated Tang Ling. Along with the anxiety in their hearts, they started to look down on Tang Ling.
Did Tang Ling care? He did not care at all! He never planned to let the Zhan generation of teenagers unleash their full strength.
The goal of a battle was to win. As for how he won, did it matter?
Therefore, the battle was dragged into an inexplicable stalemate. The upper-rank Purple Moon Warriors who were guarding outside started to feel anxious.
"It's time to make a move, isn't it?" One of the high-rank Purple Moon Warriors finally lost his patience. The battle was somehow dragged out by Tang Ling for 12 minutes.
The nearest ship would be able to see the situation on the surface of the sea in at most a minute. If they didn't act now, there might be many accidents.
In the face of such urging, Hawkeye didn't show any anxiety and just said lightly, "Wait for another 50 seconds."
He did state clearly in his declaration that he would kill Tang Ling a minute before the first ship arrived.
This minute did not include the process of the ship's approach.
Therefore, he still had to wait.
He thought that the conditions he proposed were very reasonable.
It seemed like Tang Ling had tried his best to stall for more than 10 minutes, but in the next minute, he would face the biggest crisis.
Should he take out his trump card? Or should he forcefully resist?
Time continued to pass by, mercilessly moving forward.
**
"Yo, can Tang Ling survive this?" Less than two nautical miles away from Tang Ling's warship was a small, isolated island.
Although it was called an island, it was just a small area formed by a few big rocks.
A man with red hair and a pair of dashing brows was squatting on top of a boulder. He was holding a piece of fruit that looked like a watermelon from the old civilization in his hand. He was munching on it as he stared at Tang Ling's ship that was shrouded in thick mist as if he was watching a show.
Beside him stood a woman. She was extremely beautiful, so beautiful that anyone who saw her couldn't help but feel ashamed of their inferiority.
In this world, Higan's beauty had a soul-stirring allure, and this woman's beauty was on par with Higan's. She had a kind of celestial presence and iciness that could not be profaned.
Faced with the red-haired man's question, the woman did not answer. She maintained an unusually calm expression on her face, as if nothing in the world could move her.
"My lord, what should we do? Can you give us an explanation? "After munching on the fruit, the red-haired man simply wiped his hands and stood up.
He might look arrogant and domineering, but when he faced the woman, the respect in his eyes was not fake.
"Everything will follow the rules." The woman finally spoke when the red-haired man pressed her again.
"Huh? If anything happens to Tang Ling, we … "The red-haired man was confused as he looked down at the watch on his wrist. According to the rules and the negotiation with the Stardust Council, Tang Ling would have to face an attack from a high-rank Purple Moon Warrior in 37 seconds.
There would be no miracle. The biggest inheritance that Tang Feng had left for Tang Ling, the mysterious power hidden in the war seed, had been used up by Tang Ling during the life or death battle.
Given Tang Ling's current strength as a pre-Purple Moon Warrior, he would be lucky if he could delay a high-rank Purple Moon Warrior for even a second.
Yet, the lord was going to follow the rules?
With that in mind, the red-haired man could not help but frown. He asked again, "Aren't you worried that Tang Ling will fall, my lord?"
"Tang Ling hasn't risen yet, so why would he fall? You must remember that we aren't here for Tang Ling. We're here to fulfill our promise with Tang Feng. The rules are irreversible. "The beautiful woman still refused to break the rules after the red-haired man's question.
"But he's Tang Feng's son. Are you … "The red-haired man seemed to be a little anxious as he blurted out.
After that, he knelt down on one knee before the beautiful woman and said, "Lady Wei Ying, I'm sorry for being presumptuous."
"It doesn't matter how impudent you are. What you say is never important. As long as your actions match your identity, I won't care about anything else. "The woman who was addressed as Lady Wei Ying did not change her expression at all.
The sea breeze caressed her black hair and fluttered her deep blue robe. There was a silver pattern of a moon embroidered on her robe.
"Remember, if Tang Ling falls, he won't be the seed that needs to be valued," Wei Ying said in the sea breeze.
"Yes, my lord," the red-haired man replied and stood up.
Even so, he could not help but glance at his watch. Tang Ling would face a high-rank Purple Moon Warrior in 13 seconds, and he could not do anything.
Would Tang Feng's son fall here?
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