"Oi, pighead, I'm a girl. You don't even dare to take the initiative to attack?"
Briquet provoked the black pig. Otherwise, it wouldn't be easy to deal with this fellow.
"You're the pighead!"
Boys were all young and hot-blooded. He couldn't stand such provocation and pounced out again. His golden blade danced even more wildly.
"It's a pity. This little pig's aptitude is very good, but his brain is a little lacking!"
The great teachers shook their heads. Sometimes, battle intelligence was more important than one's aptitude. On the other hand, although Briquet's aptitude wasn't too good, he was able to control the situation. This was talent, and it couldn't be taught.
"We might win this round!"
Lu Zhiruo was happy. She didn't expect that the first round, which she didn't have high hopes for, would turn out like this.
Sage Zhou's countenance grew increasingly grim. Finally, seeing that the situation wasn't good, he roared again, "Use your area of effect techniques to force her into a head-on battle!"
The black pig was afraid of harassment tactics. Even if he went all out, the spirit qi in his body wouldn't be able to sustain it for long. However, he didn't give Briquet any space to dodge.
Hearing his teacher's guidance, the black pig roared in rage. The spirit qi in his body suddenly burst forth, and a three-meter-long blade qi gushed out from his blade, gushing toward Briquet like a hurricane.
"What a powerful technique. This is definitely a saint-tier cultivation art!"
"It's over, that little girl is going to lose!"
"There's no helping it. No matter how high her battle intelligence is, she can't unleash her full potential due to the difference in cultivation base."
The great teachers sighed.
"Go to hell!"
Seeing Briquet being forced into a corner, the black pig revealed a complacent smile.
"I can't afford to lose!"
Briquet felt the coldness from the sharp blade. Her gaze turned resolute.
(Teacher is very kind, so I shouldn't let him down. If I lose, what qualifications do my mother and my siblings have to receive Teacher's financial aid?)
Briquet thought of the time when she was 10 years old. The mine collapsed and her father was buried underneath. Half a month later, her father's rotting corpse was sent back by the mine owner along with ten taels of silver as funeral expenses.
This was a huge sum in the mine.
If a child worker died, the compensation would depend on the mine owner. If it was a kind-hearted person, five taels of silver would be the maximum.
"Exchanging my life for the rest of my family's happiness, it's worth it!"
With that in mind, Briquet no longer hesitated and pounced on Black Pig. As long as he died first, it would be considered a win, right?
"Haha, you're courting death!"
Black Pig laughed out loud. He felt that Briquet was fighting like a cornered beast, just like the piglets that had nowhere to run when he was slaughtering pigs.
Whoosh!
The gold-ringed broadsword chopped off one of Briquet's arms, causing blood to spurt out and splatter onto Black Boar's face. Black Boar's vision was blocked, and his attacks were slowed down.
"No!"
Sun Mo saw through Briquet's intentions and hurriedly dissuaded it.
"Ah!"
Many spectators screamed in fright.
Li Wanjun wanted to stop it to prevent Briquet from being killed, but he held back in the blink of an eye as a look of admiration flashed across his face.
"This is bad!"
Saint Zhou rose to his feet and roared, "Defend with all your might! She's coming!"
Unfortunately, it was too late!
"Chance!"
Briquet gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Taking advantage of the fact that Black Boar's vision was blocked, he rolled around the golden ringed broadsword and rushed to his side, stabbing his dagger into the left side of his waist.
Puchi! Puchi!
Warm blood gushed out like floodwater, splattering all over the ground.
"Ah!"
Black Boar screamed and waved his broadsword wildly. Due to the pain, he was no longer in control.
"Quickly stop, the competition has ended!"
Li Wanjun roared. He appeared between Briquet and Black Boar, separating them. "Medical team, quickly save him!"
Swish!
Sun Mo leaped onto the stage and picked up Briquet's severed arm. He rushed to her side and reconnected her.
"Te... Teacher, I... I won!"
Briquet smiled. His little face, which was blackened by the smell of kerosene, was filled with relief and relief.
"You shouldn't have fought so hard!"
Sun Mo also didn't expect Briquet to do this.
"The first round, Wang Xiaohua..."
Just when Li Wanjun wanted to announce Briquet and Sun Mo's victory, Saint Zhou roared in anger.
"Sun Mo, you don't deserve to be a son!"
Saint Zhou was enraged. "You actually used unscrupulous methods to win, instigating a child to risk his life. Can you still be considered a human?"
"Saint Zhou, watch your words. I didn't teach you such things at all!"
Sun Mo was angry as well.
"Saint Zhou, it's innate for any child to be afraid of pain. She was able to use the battle tactic of having her arm severed and using blood to cover her eyes. How can this be learned in just a few days of teaching?"
Xu Chunbo spoke up for the sake of fairness.
"That's right, you've also seen her battle style. She's a precocious child. In order to repay Sun Mo, she didn't hesitate to do this!"
"She must have suffered a lot or she wouldn't have matured so early."
"In a place like a mine, people would die every two to three days."
The other great teachers chimed in as well.
For this round, Sun Mo had won.
One's aptitude could be nurtured by eating heavenly ingredients and earthly treasures, but combat intelligence was something that one was born with. No one had heard of anyone being able to increase their intellect after birth. At most, it could only increase their memory.
Saint Zhou snorted and no longer pursued the matter.
Actually, he was muddle-headed when he saw that he had lost a match that he should have won for sure.
When Saint Zhou's son saw this scene, he sighed helplessly. He had secretly hinted to the black pig that no matter what price he had to pay, he had to win. However, he clearly didn't dare to fight to the death.
When Briquet stabbed him a few times, he panicked. Otherwise, he would have slashed back and perished together with his opponent. That way, it would be a draw.
"Little Briquet, you remind me of your Senior Baiwu. Back then, she also didn't care about her life!"
Li Ziqi teased. "Don't worry about your arm. My Ancient Dragon Capturing Hands is very powerful. I'll definitely be able to restore it to its original state."
"Hehe, I managed to survive for free. I've profited!"
To Briquet, he had won after losing an arm. From his point of view, this was a great gain.
The medical team would take care of the injured. After Li Wanjun took a brief look, he continued to host the competition. "The two contestants for the second round, please come up the stage!"
"Teacher!"
Bai Xiaoquan was a little flustered.
"It's fine, believe in yourself!"
Sun Mo encouraged. He patted Bai Xiaoquan's shoulder and pushed his back. "Go and prove yourself. You're not trash!"
Because the two of them were weak students, Li Wanjun was very humane and didn't introduce their names. Otherwise, it would be a public execution.
"Do your best to win this round!"
Saint Zhou's son encouraged Hu Baoyu.
"Shut up!"
Saint Zhou spat at his son. "Just do your best. Don't be too concerned about winning or losing, but I hope that you can give yourself some pressure!"
"I understand!"
Hu Baoyu clenched his fists. He wanted to learn from Briquet and fight with his life on the line.
The two of them went up the stage. After exchanging greetings, Hu Baoyu pounced toward Bai Xiaoquan, thrusting out the longsword in his hand.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
It was as if plum blossoms were blooming.
"This sword technique is not bad!"
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Bai Xiaoquan dodged and shook his hands. Two spirit rune pistols slipped out of his sleeves and were caught by him. Then, he rubbed them on his thighs, opened the guns, and raised his hands to fire two shots.
Bang! Bang!
The sudden burst of gunshots gave Hu Baoyu a fright. However, seeing that he missed, Hu Baoyu felt at ease and continued to attack fiercely.
Under Hu Baoyu's attacks, Bai Xiaoquan dodged and moved around him, occasionally firing his gun.
If it was someone who knew the ropes, they would shout out loud that it was a gunfighting technique.
"What's going on?"
The audience couldn't understand because the situation of this duel was too different from what they usually saw. However, the great teachers began to discuss in private.
Five minutes later, Hu Baoyu suffered a kick from Bai Xiaoquan. However, he also injured this guy's wrist, causing him to no longer be able to hold the pistol and drop it on the ground.
"Stop!"
Li Wanjun announced.
"Oh yeah, I won!"
Hu Baoyu cheered happily.
"No, you lost!"
Li Wanjun interrupted Hu Baoyu. "If it wasn't for Bai Xiaoquan showing mercy, you would have died over ten times!"
"Nonsense!"
Hu Baoyu was anxious. "I was clearly fine!"
"Saint Zhou, what do you think?"
Li Wanjun asked.
"What's the use of relying on weapons?"
Saint Zhou argued.
"Saint Zhou, this is called gunfighting technique."
Qin Yaoguang explained, "Using pistols for close combat!"
"This is a long-range weapon, right? Why not fight from afar? "
Someone was puzzled.
"There are long spears in the distance, but when it's in close combat, long spears won't be effective. Hence, we have to use pistols!"
Qin Yaoguang explained as she jumped onto the arena. She then pulled out the spirit rune pistol and started to shoot randomly. At the same time, her body was also flying up and down.
Compared to a rookie like Bai Xiaoquan, gunfighting technique seemed gorgeous and dangerous when used by Qin Yaoguang. If she used a cold weapon, she wouldn't be able to cause any damage if she couldn't hit her opponent. However, pistols were different. Bullets were too difficult to defend against.
The expressions of the great teachers changed. They were all experienced cultivators and knew how terrifying gunfighting technique was after a simple understanding.
Saint Zhou's face darkened. He wanted to refute, but his dignity as a saint told him that he couldn't find a suitable reason.
This match seemed to be a duel for victory and defeat, but in reality, it was a competition of who could improve the weaker students. Bai Xiaoquan had learned gunfighting technique and had clearly opened up a new path.
On the other hand, Hu Baoyu appeared very mediocre.
"This weapon of yours is too powerful!"
Saint Zhou's son found an excuse and attributed Bai Xiaoquan's victory to his weapon.
"Brother, the times have changed!"
"The greatest significance of a weapon is how to kill the enemy in the most efficient manner. You have a gun but you don't use it. Are you going to use a sword?"
"Sun Yasheng, are you selling these guns?"
"I'll order 1,000!"
"I want one too. You can name the price!"
The major characters directly placed their orders. This thing wasn't bad and they could buy it to defend themselves.
"Saint Zhou, you've lost the first two rounds. Do you still want to fight?"
Li Wanjun asked.
Right now, the pressure was on Saint Zhou. He could use the third round to avenge his humiliation, but if he lost, he would lose all his face.
"Of course!"
Saint Zhou felt very depressed. How good would it be if he had placed Gongsun Huiying in the second round? However, it didn't matter. He would definitely win this round. "Huiying, I want to insta-kill him. Can you do it?"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
