"Brother... Elder Brother Jiang?"
Li Zhuifeng thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, but there was no mistake. He would recognize that face even if it turned into ashes, let alone the conspicuous' trash 'word on his forehead.
That stroke was definitely his teacher's handwriting.
"Why would you appear here?"
Li Zhuifeng subconsciously glanced at Sun Mo, who was beside Jiang Leng. After that, his eyes narrowed. "You can't have acknowledged him as your teacher, right?"
"Ding San's opponent isn't weak!"
Ding Yi was prepared to curse. (You are the work of the Dean, yet you have such a hard time even in the first round of the personal disciples battle?) However, after seeing Ying Baiwu's performance, Ding Yi shut his mouth.
Even if he was the one fighting, he wouldn't win so easily.
Li Zhuifeng ignored Ding Yi and continued to stare at Jiang Leng.
After several years, Li Zhuifeng's emotions were extremely complicated when he saw Jiang Leng again.
Every three years, a new batch of children would come to the manor. Li Zhuifeng and Jiang Leng were from the same batch. At that time, the previous batch of children always bullied them. It was Jiang Leng who stood out and stabbed them back with a dagger, protecting them.
Life in the manor was dull and uninteresting. Other than sleeping, there was only training. Jiang Leng was the most outstanding child.
Regardless of learning, cultivation, or even playing games, Jiang Leng far surpassed those of the same age.
At that time, Li Zhuifeng worshipped Jiang Leng and felt that he was very strong. He was like a little fanboy following behind him. But one day, everything changed.
Jiang Leng disappeared from the manor for half a month. When he returned, Jiang Leng was extremely weak and dispirited, living like a walking corpse. The most terrifying thing was that his body was covered in mysterious spirit runes.
Every once in a while, those spirit runes would cause the spirit qi to go berserk, causing immense pain. Therefore, during that period of time, Jiang Leng's agonizing cries had become a shadow in the hearts of the children.
In the following year, Jiang Leng would be taken away for a few days every month. Each time he returned, he would be covered in injuries. The number of spirit runes on his body would also increase, becoming increasingly broken.
Jiang Leng repeated the process of recuperating and getting injured again. Until a certain day one year later, Jiang Leng was taken away for a month. When he was carried back, there was an additional 'trash' word on his forehead.
In the evening, Jiang Leng was carried away. From then on, he never appeared in the manor again.
Later on, Li Zhuifeng found out that during that period of time, Jiang Leng had been undergoing a human test on spirit runes. According to the original plan, all the children in this batch had to undergo the test at the same time. However, Jiang Leng's terrible result caused the test to be delayed by a year.
One could say that it was Jiang Leng's pain that allowed these children to live peacefully for over a year. It was also because of the data collected from him that the experiment succeeded.
Because Li Zhuifeng's talent was outstanding and he had outstanding talent in the study of spirit runes, he was taken in as a personal disciple by Dean Bai.
Li Zhuifeng asked himself, should he thank Jiang Leng?
Yes, but it wasn't much. Most of it was a kind of pride because the results had proven that I was the most outstanding one. Now that he thought about it, the scene of him following behind Jiang Leng back then was simply laughable and comical.
"Brother Jiang?"
Li Zhuifeng chuckled when he saw the word 'trash' above Jiang Leng's head. But after that, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Jiang Leng's neck.
Why couldn't he see any spirit runes from the exposed part of the collar? His skin was bright and clean, and there were no traces of spirit inscriptions at all...
"They must have been covered up by some paint, right?"
Li Zhuifeng asked himself. If he was in Jiang Leng's shoes, he'd definitely think of a way to cover up those broken and ugly spirit runes. However, his rationality told him that...
The spirit runes on Jiang Leng's body had been repaired.
If not, since he wanted to cover up the spirit runes, why didn't he cover up the word 'trash' above his head?
"But how is it possible to repair spirit runes?"
Li Zhuifeng mumbled, his gaze involuntarily drifting toward Sun Mo. He remembered that this fellow had a nickname, God Hands.
"Should I tell Teacher about this matter?"
Li Zhuifeng pondered and suddenly, a great sense of alarm rose in his heart. He subconsciously slid and hid behind an adult examinee.
Jiang Leng turned his head.
"What's wrong?"
Tantai Yutang noticed that the deadface's expression wasn't right.
"I don't know, I suddenly feel uncomfortable!"
Jiang Leng didn't discover any unexpected situation.
"Baiwu, don't be anxious. Fight slowly!"
Li Ziqi couldn't help but call out when she saw how anxious the battle was.
The examiner glanced at the little sunny egg but didn't bother. Firstly, she wasn't a teacher. Secondly, such cheering wouldn't affect the battle situation if they fought slowly.
"Baiwu, don't be anxious. It's fine as long as you win!"
Seeing that the examiner didn't bother, Li Ziqi called out again.
With Sun Mo's arrival, Ying Baiwu wanted to perform well in front of her teacher whom she admired, quickly taking down her opponent and receiving praise.
"I'm embarrassing Teacher again!"
Pursing her lips, Ying Baiwu, who was holding her breath, looked over and saw Sun Mo shaking his head. After that, a smile appeared on his lips as he nodded.
Although he didn't say anything, the iron-headed girl seemed to have a telepathic connection and already understood her teacher's meaning.
"This battle strategy isn't right. Change it and it's too harmful to your body. However, you fought very well and you'll definitely win!"
Looking at Sun Mo's gentle and trusting gaze and the praising smile on her teacher's face, Ying Baiwu, who was feeling vexed, calmed down.
"How could Teacher care about winning or losing? What he cares about is that I don't get injured! "
Ying Baiwu felt warmth in her heart. After that, she suddenly executed the Wind King Divine Steps and retreated to the edge of the arena, increasing the distance between them.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Ying Baiwu + 100. Reverence (7,100/10000).
"It's finally stopped!"
Ding San didn't rush to attack. Instead, he panted heavily. There was no solution to it. His opponent's ferocious attacks were too much for him to handle.
(Don't you feel any pain?)
Ding San had received strict training in the manor, and getting injured was a common occurrence. However, the battle today still caused his heart to palpitate.
"Teacher is right. I'm too stubborn and righteous, wanting to win against you as soon as possible. Actually, it's fine as long as I win."
Ying Baiwu reflected.
"What the hell?"
Ding San frowned.
"I'm sorry, I want to win this round!"
Ying Baiwu took out the longbow on her back.
"Che, you want to kill someone with a bow without any arrows?"
Ding San felt disdain. He wasn't anxious and even reminded Ying Baiwu, "Are you too nervous and forgot to bring your quiver? It's fine, I'll wait for you! "
Discussions rang out in the surroundings because they didn't know what Ying Baiwu wanted to do.
The examiner silently watched everything. He didn't stop the iron-headed girl from changing her weapon because this was a personal disciples battle. There were no restrictions on weapons and battle techniques. It was fine as long as she won.
Of course, although bows were used for long-range attacks, the entire arena was only half the size of a basketball court. If she used a bow, she would be at a disadvantage.
The advantage of long-range weapons was to use long-range attacks to suppress the opponent. Once the opponent got close, the opponent would basically be dead.
Given the length of the arena, when Ding San rushed to Ying Baiwu, she would only be able to pull out an arrow from her quiver. Also, as long as she missed her shot, her longbow would become a decoration and she would be completely oppressed.
"If you don't charge now, you won't have another chance!"
Ying Baiwu held the Wind King Divine Bow in her left hand and placed it by her side. It wasn't that she wanted to be fair, but rather, she didn't want to embarrass Sun Mo. Otherwise, she would have long since launched a sneak attack.
"It's fine, just shoot as much as you want. If you move, it'll be my loss!"
Ding San chortled.
Ying Baiwu's lips twitched. She lifted the bow with her left hand and hooked the bowstring with her right index and middle finger. She pulled the bowstring fiercely and released it.
Bzz!
The bowstring trembled, emitting a crisp sound.
"Good bow!"
Among the spectators, there were great teachers who were proficient in archery. When they heard the sound, they knew that this was a peak-grade longbow. It was definitely created by a grandmaster.
"Do you think I'm... damn!"
When Ding San saw Ying Baiwu drawing her bow, he originally wanted to say 'do you think I'm scared?'. But in the end, his vision blurred and he saw spirit qi condensing into a long arrow, whistling over.
Its speed was extremely fast.
Swish!
The long arrow brushed past Ding San's ear.
"Concede!"
Ying Baiwu urged.
Even the examiner who was experienced and knowledgeable felt a little astonished at this moment. Condensing an arrow out of thin air, was this the effect of a longbow? Or was it the effect of a cultivation art?
However, this girl was very graceful. If she had been more ruthless and shot toward Ding San's thigh, this arrow would have ended the battle.
Ding San, who had a lingering fear in his heart, didn't waste any more words. He directly darted out, moving so fast that afterimages could be seen.
Ying Baiwu didn't move. She continued to draw the bow with her right hand.
Phoenix Cry Chaotic Dance!
After that, the spectators saw many translucent arrows shooting out from the longbow. They were like machine crossbows, firing in unison.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Before Ding San could get close, the long arrow pierced through his right palm. After knocking away his longsword, it shattered into pieces.
Clank! Clank!
A metal piece landed on the ground, creating a loud noise.
The entire arena fell silent.
Those examinees only felt their scalps turning numb. They felt a little despair.
Who was the winner?
According to the rules, once one was on the stage, they weren't allowed to get off. They weren't allowed to change their weapons, and they weren't even allowed to drink the water pouches that others passed to them.
Hence, everyone had always thought that Ying Baiwu was so nervous that she forgot to bring her quiver. This was why she didn't use her bow and chose to fight in close combat. Only now did they know that she didn't need arrows at all.
"Actually, she is thinking too much. It's also fair to fight like this."
"Whoever encounters her would be unlucky!"
"Impressive, no wonder Sun Mo didn't come to watch her fight. It's because she would win for sure!"
Everyone discussed. After that, those who won the first round felt immense pressure and started to pray that they wouldn't encounter Ying Baiwu in the next round.
"For this round, Ying Baiwu is the winner!"
After the examiner announced that the iron-headed girl had won the round, she bowed and jumped off the stage, walking to Sun Mo's side.
She lowered her head and was prepared to receive a scolding.
"Tantai, treat her wounds first."
Sun Mo instructed.
The sickly invalid immediately opened the medicine box he brought with him and helped Ying Baiwu to stop her bleeding.
"Baiwu, don't think about things like my face. This is your battle, and you have to fight for yourself!"
Sun Mo instructed.
This girl wasn't scheming. Hence, Sun Mo could easily guess the reason why she did that.
Ying Baiwu still lowered her head and didn't say anything. (If it's just for me, I'll give up. After all, I won't get any money!)
Jiang Leng glanced at Ding San. Ding San had lost, but he clearly wasn't convinced. He was staring at them with a sinister expression.
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