Mad Doctor No. 9

"First, Holy Light Cross Slash!"

Alger roared, gripping his sword with both hands, and slashed out from a distance! A milky-white cross-shaped sword aura roared out, carrying a purifying intent, and slashed towards Wang Tian's chest! The speed was incredibly fast, and the power was so great that it could even cleave through a thick steel plate!

However, Wang Tian did not dodge, nor did he even try to defend himself.

However, the air around him distorted slightly, and a faint, almost invisible silver light flashed by.

"Pfft!" A loud explosion.

The cross-shaped sword energy struck Wang Tian's chest, but it vanished without a trace, failing to even pierce his clothes! It was as if it had never existed!

"What?!" Alger's pupils shrank. His all-out attack hadn't even managed to budge his opponent in the slightest?

"Second sword!" Jian Wushuang shouted.

He refused to believe in evil, his fighting spirit surged, and he raised his long sword high, which shone with a dazzling light.

A more solid, blazing white blade of light, carrying the intent of judgment, slashed down! This time, the silver light on Wang Tian's body was even more pronounced. When the blade struck it, there was a "sizzle" sound, as if a basin of cold water had been dropped into a boiling oil pan, quickly melting away and unable to budge Wang Tian in the slightest!

Alger's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and his heart was in turmoil.

How could this happen? Even a Gold Knight wouldn't dare to do this!

"The third sword!" Jian Wushuang shouted.

Alger gritted his teeth, pouring almost all his battle aura into the longsword. The blade hummed, and its holy light was blinding: "Holy Radiance! Judgment!"

This was the strongest sword strike he could unleash so far. The sword light was like a small sun, slashing towards Wang Tian to purify all evil and judge sinners!

Faced with such a powerful attack, a look of seriousness finally appeared in Wang Tian's eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and reached out to grab the dazzling sword light.

"Disperse."

There was no cataclysmic impact.

The dazzling sword light of "Holy Judgment" was grabbed by an invisible giant hand when it came within a foot of Wang Tian's palm. The light quickly dimmed and shrank, and finally, with a "pop", it was completely annihilated, turning into specks of light that drifted away with the wind.

Wang Tian withdrew his hand, brushing away non-existent dust as if he had done something insignificant.

He looked at Alger, whose face was pale, body trembled slightly, and who could not even hold his sword steadily, and said calmly, "Thank you for your mercy, Knight Alger."

The hall was deathly silent.

The Templar Knights stared in disbelief, their gazes toward Wang Tian as if they had seen a ghost.

At the training institute, everyone stood up straight, looking triumphant, and their eyes turned fervent as they looked at Wang Tian.

Alger stood there stunned for a long while before swallowing hard, sheathing his sword, and giving Wang Tian a knightly salute. His voice was dry but extremely solemn: "President Wang... your divine might is unparalleled, Alger... I humbly admit defeat! I have offended you greatly before, and I hope you will forgive me! The Far East Templar Knights will certainly remember your teachings and humbly learn from you!"

The entourage following behind him also lowered their heads, no longer daring to show the slightest arrogance.

Wang Tian nodded slightly: "Sparring is meant to improve one's own strength. I hope future visits will be pleasant for both sides. Vice Dean Su, please go now."

"Okay." Su Qingxuan suppressed her shock and pride, and gracefully led the group of Templar Knights whose attitudes had completely changed away.

After this incident, the fact that Wang Tian could remain unmoved and dispel holy light with a wave of his hand would soon spread throughout the world, and his image as a "mysterious Eastern powerhouse" would be elevated to a new level.

This is the ultimate "showing off" that comes from status and power.

The Templars' visit was both respectful and cautious. When Alger and his companions left, they had gained a new understanding of Eastern martial arts and felt even more awe for it.

Wang Tianzhi's name has officially spread throughout the global supernatural world, and he is showing signs of becoming a leader of the younger generation in the East.

On this day, Su Qingxuan sent over a golden invitation.

"President Wang, in three days, a top-tier private auction will be held at the Cloud Peak Club in Shanghai. It will be hosted by the world-renowned Secret Treasure Association. The items up for auction will mainly be from the extraordinary realm, including rare treasures, incomplete ancient martial arts manuals, rare materials, and clues to secret realms."

Su Qingxuan handed Wang Tian an invitation, saying, "My Su family has also received an invitation, and I'm sure you'll be interested. I've heard that some extraordinary items will be featured at this auction."

Wang Tian accepted the invitation. This invitation was made of special materials and emitted a faint energy fluctuation, making it difficult for others to detect.

"The Secret Martial Arts Association... I've heard of it. It might be good to go and take a look." He's quite wealthy now and needs to purchase some special resources; he might find something that interests him.

"Alright, then I'll go with you. Our Su family has the capability," Su Qingxuan said with a smile.

Three days later, in the evening, at the Cloud Club in Shanghai.

This is a club located on the top floor of a skyscraper. The decor is luxurious yet stylish, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a dazzling view of the city at night.

Those who receive invitations are all representatives of wealthy individuals, ancient families, and secret organizations from around the world.

Wang Tian was still dressed in simple casual clothes, which made him stand out somewhat among the group of people wearing suits and jewelry.

Su Qingxuan, dressed in a low-key and elegant black evening gown, walked in arm in arm with Wang Tian, ​​followed by Su family bodyguards.

Their arrival attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone knows the eldest daughter of the Su family, but the young man beside her is an ordinary-looking boy with an extraordinary demeanor.

"Who is it? Could it be Su Qingxuan's new male companion? He looks unfamiliar."

"To be able to get so close to Miss Su, you must be quite extraordinary."

"I heard there's a guy named Wang Tian in Jiangnan lately, could it be him?"

"Wang Tian, ​​what brings you here? Honorary president of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association? You look so young."

Led by Su Qingxuan, Wang Tian calmly entered the Su family's private room.

The private room was in a great location, directly facing the auction stage, offering excellent privacy.

The auction began soon.

The host was a debonair old man, clearly someone from the industry.

Although the first few auction items were quite valuable, they didn't hold much appeal for someone like Wang Tian who had seen the world.

He would occasionally make a purchase, acquiring some ancient spiritual herbs and a rare piece of star iron. Although the price was considerable, it was nothing to him now. Each time he raised the price, he remained calm and composed, exuding an air of profound mystery.

Su Qingxuan obtained an ancient magical artifact in the name of the Su family to ward off evil spirits and protect the house.

As the auction continued, the atmosphere at the scene became increasingly enthusiastic.