Chapter 38 Can I Hurt People? >>>
re near as good as our royal court!” Yuwen Duo mumbled as he walked. “They call themselves a civilized land and say we are barbarians…tsk tsk.”There's a hint of resentment in her tone.This code snippe...“Big brother is still big brother.” Ling He sighed, only feeling awestruck.
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"Then, I wish to ask senior brother, what cultivation stage are you at now" Jiang Wang asked again.
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"It's been a while since I last saw him," Zhang Linchuan sighed inexplicably. "He should have broken through the Heavenly Gate by now..."
"You're not much different from your senior brother, you two are evenly matched! I still think Senior Brother Zhang is the best in Chengdao Academy!" Huang Azhan was very persistent in flattering.
Everyone knows Zhang Linchuan has been at the threshold of the Heavenly Gate for a long time, and is just a step away from the Sixth Rank Tenglong Realm. So to say he's not far off isn't wrong, but...
Zhang Linchuan looked at Huang Ajian very strangely, and then stepped back two steps.
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Ren Zhu Wei might only be at the initial stage of the sixth rank, but he is hunting down the Heart-Eater Demon throughout the world! That's not like an ordinary person just entering the sixth rank.
Zhao Ruocheng and Jiang Wang looked at each other, very tacitly shifted their gaze elsewhere.
"Hey hey hey, what do you mean" Huang Ajian exclaimed.
Zhao Ruocheng sighed, "Finally know how Du Huzi became more and more stupid."
Jiang Wang also looked up at the sky: "Perhaps stupidity is contagious..."
By this time, Dong'a had reached the last quota for the first-year disciples: "According to tradition, in the First Year's Discourse, each sect must have one quota, given to the newest disciple of that sect, to show that there are always new talents emerging..."
In the stands, Fang He Ling clenched her fists tightly!
Among his contemporaries in the Daoist academy, only he and Jiang Wang had opened their meridians first. Now, several months later, some other students have also completed their meridian opening, but only Fang Hèling has laid a solid foundation.
It's truly the star of the show!
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If anyone embodies the new generation's prowess at Fenglin City Academy, it's him.
This is an honor! Enough to wash away any doubts his father had before going against everyone to buy him a Meridian Opening Pill.
He, Fang Hulei, must...
“Jiang Wang,” Dong A said.
There was a stir among the crowd below. As the top student from the outer gate who had entered the inner gate and won decisively in the public Daozheng duel, Jiang Wang's name was not unfamiliar in the entire City Dao Institute. The fact that he had hesitated for a long time before laying the foundation was also widely circulated under the instigation of some people.
What about the so-called "talents running out" and "lack of successors" We keep going round and round, talking about the same old thing.
But in the eyes of Dean Dong A, he represented the strongest level of new students
"Dean!" Fang He-ling stood out indignantly, facing Dong A-leng's cold gaze. He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, his anxiety reaching its peak. But soon, he stiffened his neck and said, "I... I don't accept this!"
"Ha." Wei Qijie smiled, pleased to see Dong'a being questioned, even though he believed Dong'a's judgment was never wrong.
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"It's very simple," Wei said dismissively. "Come up here and fight, whoever wins stays."
Only after speaking did I realize how foolish I was. No matter what, he couldn't or shouldn't question Dong A in this situation, questioning someone who could easily decide his future.
Fang He-ling only felt his heels trembling, but he still held on, looking at Dong A. He had ridden a tiger and couldn't get off.
Luckily, it seemed that Dong'a didn't find his thoughts difficult, nor did he embarrass Wei's expression.
"Sure," he said.
Fang Huiling let out a sigh of relief. She tried her best to straighten her back and walked toward the platform under everyone's gaze.
He would use his mastery of Taoist techniques to crush his opponents with ease. He had to prove that he wasn't fighting for himself, but for the reputation of the Fenglin City Dao Institute. How could a prestigious tournament like the Three Cities Martial Arts Competition send out someone who hadn't even laid a solid foundation
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He felt the gazes of the crowd, a mixture of awe and envy, hatred and solemnity.
Walking on the path that people parted for him, he suddenly thought, when his cousin Fang Peng was in his prime, wasn't it like this feeling
While Fang Pengju had already died before entering the inner sect, he was already a respected disciple of the inner sect!
Then he heard Jiang Wang's voice.
Throughout the entire process, from its occurrence to its development, Jiang Wang remained remarkably calm, so calm that it seemed as if he had nothing to do with it.
Only after Dong A agreed to decide the spots through combat did he raise his eyes and casually ask, "Can I hurt people"
Can I hurt people It's asking if the rules allow it, not if he is capable of doing so.
Fang Hulei's lungs were about to explode with anger!
Dong A remained expressionless, simply stating: "Do not cause serious injury, do not cause death."
That is to say, everything else is acceptable.
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On the high platform stood Wei Qijie, Dong A, and several officials and instructors from Fenglin City Academy behind them. At this moment, they all stepped back a few steps to the edge of the platform, making space for the battle.
Jiang Wang nodded, supporting his sword hilt with one hand, he calmly walked towards the high platform.
Meanwhile, Fang Hualing, who was already standing on the high platform, stared at him with piercing eyes.
"Rest assured, we're all from the same sect. I won't cripple you." Fang Hueling gritted his teeth and said.
People expected Jiang Wang to retaliate with harsh words, but Jiang Wang remained silent.
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Two people stood on the high platform, facing each other.
This scene reminded many people of the duel a few months ago, where Daozheng was one participant, and another was Jiang Wang. The other participant’s surname was Fang.
Wei Quji had been brimming with excitement, but after noticing Fang Huerling's agitation and eagerness, and then looking at Jiang Wang who remained calm and composed from beginning to end, he suddenly lost interest.
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One was a fledgling who had never experienced life-and-death combat, the other a cultivator who had been through countless battles. Even though there was a slight difference in cultivation level, where was there any suspense
"Let's begin," he waved his hand disinterestedly.
Here we go!
That is the howl of a longsword being unsheathed!
Before the battle began, Fang He Ling had contemplated many battle strategies and weighed which kind of magic to use for the opening move would be most advantageous. He was not foolish; he knew his greatest advantage over Jiang Wang lay in his magical prowess. He could use magic, while Jiang Wang couldn't, and that was his winning edge.
However, the sword was too fast.
Fang He Ling finally chose the flame blade as his Taoist technique. Among the foundational Taoist techniques of the Five Elements, this technique was the most violent, and he mastered it the most skillfully.
To maintain his leading position, and to clear the doubts from his tribe, he never relaxed. He kept working hard.
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Now, he can even finish a chokeslam in just three breaths!
But, the sword was too fast.
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Was it two breaths, or one In any case, the moment his hand began to form the seal, that blade was already across his throat. The sharpness of the blade faintly pricked at the skin and blood vessels on his neck.
Is it over
What kind of swordsmanship is this!
Jiang Wang turned his sword aside and lightly tapped Fang He'ling's cheek with the blade, bringing him back to his senses.
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"You lost," Jiang Wang said.
Fang He Ling felt lost and helpless. How could this be How could it possibly be He hadn't even had time to cast a single spell!
If, if, if after some time, when he completes his Xia Zhoutian cycle and imprints the Flame Saber Technique into Tongtian Palace, then he can achieve instant cast. He will never be unable to make a move again!
If...
He abruptly raised his head and gritted his teeth, saying: "You must have used the Dao Yuan to activate swordsmanship. You haven't even laid the foundation yet, and each Dao Yuan is precious. To use them for this kind of competition, you are actually willing to delay your foundation-laying time. You are truly generous!"
Jiang Wangsheathed his sword and turned to descend the high platform. Just as he had every time Fang He'ling had provoked him before, he was too lazy to respond, giving a look of disdain.
A single ant stood in the middle of the road, acting provocatively, but humans couldn't hear its voice at all.
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"You'll never lay a solid foundation in your life!" Fang He-ling shouted at his retreating back.
"Roll down! You disgrace!" Dong Apao waved her sleeve, and Fang Huerling really rolled all the way down the platform.
He stood up and looked around. All he saw were eyes of pity or contempt.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly roared and stumbled away from here.with it.My mind has already rehearsed this countless times.Upon seeing such a grand display, the Bodhisattva lowered her brow.The gleam in her eyes dimmed instantly.The colossal golden body collapsed...