Xuanyuan Po loved to fight. Only when he fought would he feel that he was alive. Only then would he feel that life had meaning.
Therefore, when facing his enemies, he was never afraid of death. He would let his enemies unleash all their moves, even ultimate moves that might kill him.
Because of this, Xuan Yuan Po liked strong enemies. Even if he was killed, he felt that it might be a tribute.
But today, the combat addict's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
"Is that all you can do?"
Xuanyuan Po finally couldn't help but ask.
Hua Jianmu's expression stiffened. After that, it turned ashen. Not only did his attacks become more ferocious, but he even roared in rage, "Just these are enough to kill you!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The swift saber slashed continuously, and the wind blew wildly.
At this moment, Hua Jianmu didn't even mind exchanging injuries for injuries because a casual sentence from Xuanyuan Po had poked his sore spot.
Yes, Hua Jianmu only knew these moves. Even if he thought that his ultimate technique was powerful, it was merely an inferior-grade heaven-tier technique. To a genius like Xuanyuan Po, it was completely insufficient.
"You definitely can't do it!"
Xuanyuan Po didn't have any other thoughts. He only told Hua Jianmu that he had to use a stronger cultivation art. However, Hua Jianmu was about to go crazy from anger.
"Die!"
The Second Month Lancet was something that his teacher had carefully imparted to him. He was not allowed to speak ill of it.
The battle became more and more intense. The two of them were injured from time to time and blood splattered everywhere.
"His physique is okay, his courage is okay, and his aptitude is also not bad. However, his cultivation technique is really too weak!"
Mei Yazhi looked at Hua Jianmu and involuntarily shook her head. This was a good seedling, but it was a pity that he was delayed.
Naturally, this wasn't Han Xi's fault. On the contrary, Han Xi had already dug out Hua Jianmu's potential to the limit. It was just a pity that she didn't have a good cultivation art.
This was like comparing two gifted and intelligent students. One learned university knowledge while the other only learned elementary school knowledge. After twenty years, the gap between them would be as wide as the sky and the earth.
At the thought of this, Mei Yazhi let out a deep sigh. She had once wanted to build some libraries and open them to the children of poor families. However, not only were the stakeholders against it, but even the people within her clan didn't approve of it.
After all, knowledge was power. Who would teach others for free?
What if they learned this knowledge and used it against him?
From then on, Mei Yazhi started to feel depressed and had a hint of disgust toward the great teacher world.
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"It's a pity. Even if this student has a strong physique, he can't unleash his full potential without a top-grade cultivation technique!"
Gu Xiuxun sighed. Although Hua Jianmu fought fiercely, he would lose for sure.
"I've always thought that one's family background doesn't matter, but when it comes to cultivation, talent is the only thing that matters. But now, it seems that I'm still too naive."
Li Ziqi sighed ruefully. She was even more determined to build the largest library in the Nine Provinces and open it to children from poor families for free. She wouldn't charge a single cent.
"You just found out?"
Ying Baiwu rolled her eyes. After that, she felt even more grateful toward Sun Mo. If she hadn't met her teacher, she would still be struggling at the bottom of society.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Ying Baiwu + 500. Reverence (10100/100000).
When Xuanyuan Po saw that Hua Jianmu couldn't execute any new moves and was only using these low-grade cultivation arts, Xuanyuan Po lost interest and started to counterattack.
Spear Rain Pearflower!
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
Xuanyuan Po struck out with his spear. It was as if the wind and rain were blowing, and thousands of pear blossoms were blooming.
After that, Hua Jianmu's clothes were torn. Tens of fine scratches appeared on his body as fresh blood splattered.
BOOM!
Xuanyuan Po's silver spear suddenly ignited with blazing flames. As the combat addict swung his spear, it left his body with a boom.
Great Flame Azure Snake.
A seven-meter-long flame snake shot toward Hua Jianmu.
The heat waves gushed forth. Hua Jianmu felt pain on his face from the heat, and even his hair was about to be charred. He continuously dodged, but he discovered that the flame snake was chasing after him relentlessly.
"Is this the power of a peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation art?"
Hua Jianmu's countenance was pale, but he gritted his teeth and his battle intent didn't diminish. "As expected, it's very strong. However, I cannot lose."
Bang!
Hua Jianmu suddenly halted. After that, he exhaled and shouted explosively.
"Break for me!"
Hua Jianmu's blade slashed down. This strike was like a shooting star arcing through the sky, slicing apart the head of the snake.
BOOM!
The flame snake exploded, filling the sky with scattered sparks.
Hua Jianmu held onto his blade and stood upright, feeling proud in his heart. He involuntarily glanced at Han Xi who was below the stage. "Teacher, did you see my performance earlier?"
At this moment, those sparks suddenly exploded.
Explosion!
Xuanyuan Po's ultimate skill wasn't so shallow.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The sparks exploded, forming many fist-sized fireballs. The might of a single fireball wasn't great, but when so many of them were added together, it was enough for someone to endure.
For a time, Hua Jianmu was blasted to the point where he staggered left and right. His entire body was covered with injuries. Even if he tried to dodge, the sparks were simply too concentrated.
"How miserable!"
"This move is so impressive. Who knows what it's called?"
"I think it's called the Prairie Blazing Fire Spear Art. It's a peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation art!"
The audience discussed. There were even people flipping through the information they bought, searching for an introduction on Xuanyuan Po. After all, this wasn't a secret.
"Jianmu!"
Han Xi was shocked. She no longer cared about Hua Jianmu's pride. "Just admit defeat!"
If they continued fighting, they would only suffer more injuries.
"Teacher, don't worry. The might of his ultimate skill isn't as strong as I expected!"
Hua Jianmu, who was covered in dust, grinned. "I can still hold on!"
Xuanyuan Po frowned.
"Oi, why don't you know what's good for you? If my junior brother Xuanyuan continued to attack, you would have already lost. He didn't move because he was giving you a chance to admit defeat. "
Lu Zhiruo shouted, feeling that Hua Jianmu was boasting shamelessly.
There was no problem with these words. After Xuanyuan Po used Detonation, he stopped and waited for Hua Jianmu to admit defeat. He liked to fight, but he didn't like to kill or humiliate his opponent for joy.
Sadly, Hua Jianmu didn't appreciate it.
"The battle hasn't ended yet, so don't talk nonsense about victory or defeat!"
Hua Jianmu drew in a deep breath and started to gather the spirit qi in his body, preparing to fight to the death. He knew that the longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. Hence, he had to determine victory and defeat as soon as possible.
"Jianmu!"
Upon seeing her student's appearance, Han Xi didn't know how to persuade him. She only felt intense self-blame in her heart.
If she had a peak-grade cultivation art, he wouldn't be in such a passive position.
"Main examiner, aren't you going to stop this battle?"
Sun Mo frowned and asked Tong Yiming. Hua Jianmu was clearly going to fight to the death.
"Teacher Sun, I know you are worried, but Student Hua Jianmu isn't heavily injured and is full of vigor. He might be able to turn defeat into victory."
Tong Yiming was also very helpless. The current situation was really hard to say.
"Xuanyuan, don't show mercy!"
Seeing Hua Jianmu going all out, Sun Mo turned to remind Xuanyuan Po. If Xuanyuan Po was injured because he went easy on Hua Jianmu, the gains wouldn't make up for the losses.
Han Xi actually had the intention to dissuade Hua Jianmu, but after hearing Sun Mo's words, she frowned and felt a little unhappy. (What do you mean by this?
Do you think you can win against us for sure?)
After that, Han Xi shut up. (Even if I can't win against you, I'll give you a ruthless bite to let you remember my fierceness. This was Han Xi's way of doing things.)
As he circulated his spirit qi with all his might, Hua Jianmu suddenly felt a surge of energy being born in his dantian. After that, it was like a fountain, gushing toward his limbs and bones.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hua Jianmu's heart pounded intensely. His six senses became even sharper. He could even sense the spirit qi particles in the air.
"Could it be that my cultivation base has risen again after facing such immense pressure?"
Hua Jianmu felt joy in his heart. After that, he looked at Xuanyuan Po as his gaze gradually turned excited. (Very good, if I continue to squeeze out my potential like this, I can win this battle!)
BOOM!
Spirit qi erupted from Hua Jianmu's body. Because it was too dense, one could see a ball of spirit qi enveloping him.
Xuanyuan Po had his pride. Hence, he didn't rush to attack but waited for Hua Jianmu to do so.
Yao Guang, who was in disguise, blended into the crowd. She glanced at Hua Jianmu and immediately lost interest. She surveyed Xuanyuan Po instead. She kept feeling that something was wrong with this fellow.
"Xuanyuan Po, even if you want to admit defeat now, you won't have the chance."
After Hua Jianmu spoke, he suddenly moved and vanished from the stage.
"Where did he go?"
Many spectators were badly shocked and their eyes were wide open. Only great teachers with good eyesight could see that Hua Jianmu's speed was too fast. Even his afterimage couldn't be seen.
Willow Cut, February Fall!
Swish!
In that instant, Hua Jianmu seemed to have transformed into the wind, blowing away the winter of February and ushering in the early spring.
Even on the floor of the stage, some grass that had just sprouted could be seen, embellishing the ground with a hint of tender green.
"Jianmu!"
Han Xi's heart tightened. Some of the great teachers who were spectating the battle also stood up. The appearance of the tender green was actually a manifestation of spirit qi. It represented that this move was flawless.
Swish!
Xuanyuan Po wasn't afraid at all. With a ferocious charge, he leaped into the air and rapidly descended, smashing toward Hua Jianmu.
Azurefire Fall!
Boom!
As Xuanyuan Po landed on the ground, a circle of flames spread out in all directions like a tsunami. The scorching heat waves caused the surrounding examinees to subconsciously retreat.
After Hua Jianmu and Xuanyuan Po clashed, they each stretched out their fists and smashed toward each other's cheeks.
Bang! Bang!
The two of them were sent flying.
Xuanyuan Po's wrist flipped and his longspear stabbed backward, stabbing into the stage and stopping its momentum. Hua Jianmu also wanted to stab his blade into the floor, but he suddenly discovered that he couldn't even move a single finger.
"Jianmu!"
Just as Hua Jianmu fell out of the stage and was about to land on the ground, Han Xi rushed over and caught him.
Hua Jianmu revealed a bitter smile. He wanted to say that he still lost and had let down her expectations, but to his horror, he discovered that he couldn't control his mouth. Moreover, there was a liquid filled with a fishy smell gushing out.
What was that?
Was it fresh blood?
Hua Jianmu wanted to take a look, but let alone moving his neck, he couldn't even move his eyes.
"Eh? What did Teacher say? Why can't I hear anything? "
Hua Jianmu looked at his teacher who was crying and shouting. He wanted to tell his teacher not to worry, his injuries weren't heavy. After he recovered, he would definitely win against Xuanyuan Po the next time he fought against him.
But why couldn't he say a single word?
All of a sudden, Hua Jianmu's tears gushed out like a fountain because he knew what was wrong with him!
Boohoohoo!
(Teacher, I'm not afraid of death! But I don't wish to leave you!)
Hua Jianmu wanted to lift his hand and grab Han Xi's hand, but he basically didn't have the strength to do so.
(You are so poor. Let alone peak-grade cultivation arts, you don't even have a good weapon. Who would be willing to be your personal disciple?) (Hence, I mustn't die. If I died, you wouldn't even have your last student.)
Hua Jianmu struggled, feeling unwilling. Sadly, fate was just so helpless!
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