Han Lang's objection made Tang Haoran feel puzzled, and even Ma Long and Han Kang looked at him with confusion.
"That person's strength is already infinitely close to a martial artist. I was lucky to heavily injure him this time. When his injuries heal, he will definitely make a breakthrough. As for your strength, Brother Tang, it can only remain at the peak of inner strength and cannot advance further. With our current strength, we might not be his match when that time comes!"
As soon as Han Lang said this, a hint of worry appeared on everyone's faces.
Ma Long said angrily, "Then what should we do? Are we just going to hide?"
"How can that be!" Tang Haoran blurted out, "At worst, I'll go ask..."
He stopped abruptly.
Tang Haoran seemed to have said something wrong and avoided everyone's gaze.
Ma Long, not understanding, repeatedly asked, "What is it? Mr. Tang. Why do you only say half of what you mean?"
Tang Haoran laughed it off, "It's nothing, nothing! I meant I'll have my tomboy ask for assistance from the Star City Special Investigation Bureau."
Han Kang asked doubtfully, "The Investigation Bureau probably won't meddle in this kind of personal vendetta, will they?"
Tang Haoran seized the opportunity, "Yes! That's why I only said half and didn't continue."
Tang Haoran's words were reasonable, and Han Kang and Ma Long did not suspect anything.
However, Han Lang vaguely felt that something was not right.
Tang Haoran's tone and expression just now clearly did not suggest he was going to ask Tang Qin for help.
Instead, it was more like he had some trump card he hadn't revealed.
However, despite his doubts, Han Lang did not overthink it.
He had absolute trust in Tang Haoran.
Besides, who didn't have their secrets?
Had Tang Haoran ever been curious and investigated Han Lang's secrets?
With these thoughts, Han Lang no longer dwelled on it and added, "I think we should lie low for a bit!"
Seeing Han Lang about to show weakness, Ma Long was displeased, "Little Brother! This isn't like you. Although you were seriously injured this time, the other party isn't in much better shape! How can we easily show weakness? At worst, we brothers will face it together and beat him up!"
Han Lang found this amusing.
"Brother Ma, don't be anxious! I didn't say we should show weakness to them! I just meant that even if we want to beat him, we need the strength, don't we?"
Han Lang's explanation made Ma Long even more confused.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Han Lang smiled mysteriously, "I think, I'll go into seclusion!"
Seclusion?
Everyone was a little surprised.
Did Han Lang mean that lying low meant going into seclusion?
"But, Brother Han! And as you said, the opponent is on the verge of breaking through to the martial artist realm. Even if you go into strict seclusion, you won't catch up to him in a short time! Moreover, the path of cultivation isn't like drinking water or eating; how can the increase in strength be predicted?"
Han Lang did not deny it but agreed, "That's right! The opponent is about to break through, and we might not be able to catch up in a short time. However, with our current strength, the gap between him and me is not as large as imagined. If we slack off now, won't we have even less chance of winning next time?"
"Furthermore, he was burned by my dan fire, and his internal injuries are more severe than mine. Moreover, I am a doctor myself, so my recovery will be much faster than his. With these factors, the gap should be narrowed."
"Besides, we have a secret weapon! Our cultivation speed is also tens of times faster than his."
As Han Lang spoke, he took out a Spirit Gathering Pill from the three-story pagoda and handed it to Tang Haoran.
Tang Haoran took it and looked at it, "What... what kind of pill is this? How can it have such dense spiritual energy?"
Ma Long quickly explained, "This is a Spirit Gathering Pill, refined by Little Brother for our daily cultivation. I have dozens more!"
As Ma Long spoke, he took out a brocade pouch from his inner pocket.
Tang Haoran opened it and saw.
Good heavens, there were dozens of identical pills lying quietly inside.
Tang Haoran was stunned.
"Brother Han, I really didn't expect this! You actually have such incredible abilities! Those two Foundation Building Pills and Lesser Return Pills I took back then. They are like common street goods to you!"
Han Lang smiled sheepishly, "Brother Tang, you make me feel ashamed. Foundation Building Pills are fine, but the refining difficulty of Lesser Return Pills is much greater than Spirit Gathering Pills. Even for me now, they are not common street goods!"
Tang Haoran also chuckled, "I was just joking! But Brother Han, you can't play favorites. If you have time next time, you should make a dozen or so for your brother!"
Han Lang asked in confusion, "Brother Tang, your cultivation cannot improve further, so the Spirit Gathering Pills will have no effect on you!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Haoran glared at Han Lang, "What are you saying, Brother Han! If I can't use them, can't my tomboy use them? She's been cultivating for over twenty years, and she's only at the middle stage of inner strength. It's truly embarrassing!"
Han Lang suddenly realized, "Oh, right, right! No problem. The yield of Spirit Gathering Pills is not small. I'll refine a hundred or so for Tang Qin when I come out of seclusion this time!"
"A hundred or so?"
Tang Haoran's eyes widened, and he repeatedly thanked him, "Then I'll be very grateful, Brother Han!"
Then, as if remembering something, he said to Han Lang, "But Brother Han, speaking of which, although the cultivator behind the Wang family is more seriously injured than you, ten days to half a month should be enough for him to recover. In such a short time, even with Spirit Gathering Pills, you might not be able to catch up to him!"
Han Lang nodded in agreement.
"That's why I'm gambling! When I injured him with spiritual energy dan fire, he thought I was using a spell. So, I'm gambling that to ensure he can defeat me, he will definitely break through to the middle stage of the martial artist realm and practice martial skills before coming to find me! By then, our chances of winning will be higher!"
Tang Haoran pondered for a moment and then replied with a nod.
"If it's as you say, we will have at least over a month. We can indeed narrow the gap with him significantly. However, I'm still worried that even if your gamble is right, as long as you don't break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, you still won't be able to fight an opponent with martial skills!"
Han Lang smiled helplessly, "Then there's nothing I can do! Who told me to be greedy. I don't want to stop competing with the Wang and Gou families, yet I want to improve my strength. If I really can't fight him then, we'll have to lie low and hide in Lingyue Mountain Villa for a while!"
Although none of them wanted to appear weak, if the opponent truly reached the middle stage of the martial artist realm as Han Lang predicted, no matter how unwilling they were, they would have to choose to lay low.
However,
Han Lang's guess was not wrong!
After Liu Jian, who was burned by the dan fire, returned, his desire for Han Lang was no longer just at the mission level.
When Jin Chunfeng and Wang Shan came to visit him, he unhesitatingly promised them that once he broke through to the middle stage of the martial artist realm and learned martial skills, he would definitely help them destroy the entire Han family!
At this point,
Han Lang and Liu Jian, both heavily injured, entered seclusion without prior arrangement.