"Jiang Leng, peak of the spirit-refinement realm. Please guide me!"
Jiang Leng's expression was calm as his gaze swept through these students.
Those who had serious expressions meant that they had brains and could see through his strength, while those who were arrogant were rookies.
Jiang Leng pondered whether he should use a provocative method and take the initiative to challenge his opponent. However, after some hesitation, he decided to give up on this idea.
I am Teacher's student, so I must have the courage to face any challenge.
"What the hell? Are you trying to bully us, the Big Hundred Seedlings? "
A youth was indignant.
Jiang Leng's attitude and tone were simply too mocking.
"Junior Brother Lu, let me do it!"
Zhang Bo stopped him and then looked at Zou Qi. "Teacher!"
"Mm, Zhang Bo will fight!"
Zou Qi added, "Be careful."
To be able to cultivate to the pinnacle of the Spirit Refinement realm at this age, this fellow did indeed have some ability.
Zou Qi didn't know that if Jiang Leng hadn't been treated as an experimental subject by Dean Bai, his current cultivation base would be even higher.
Of course, it was also this period of time that forged his tenacious will and gave him rich combat experience and vision.
Out of all the calabash brothers under his tutelage, Sun Mo felt the most at ease. It was definitely Jiang Leng.
Not only could he fight, but more importantly, he was meticulous.
After Zhang Bo bowed, he immediately lunged toward Jiang Leng.
Since his opponent was using a dagger, it meant that he was taking the path of a fast attack. In that case, he would have to fight fast and finish the battle in the shortest time possible.
If he defended and allowed his opponent to fight at his own pace, he would lose half the battle.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
Zhang Bo raised his sword and stabbed three times.
"Not bad!"
Zou Qi was very satisfied.
Although Zhang Bo had chosen a fast battle tactic, he didn't choose to clash head-on. Rather, he wanted to use speed to force Jiang Leng to retreat, suppressing him outside the range of his longsword.
This was to make full use of the advantage of being longer and stronger. At the same time, he could observe his opponent and look for weaknesses.
"Ah!"
Xianyu Wei was so frightened that she screamed. This was because Jiang Leng didn't evade the attack. Instead, he directly unleashed the Wind King Divine Steps and forcibly closed the distance.
The pupils of the others also shrank.
This fellow was so fierce!
"Come on, Junior Brother Jiang!"
Lu Zhiruo cheered loudly. Seeing that Xian Yuwei was worried, she smiled and consoled, "Don't panic, this round is in the bag."
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Jiang Leng dodged the longsword and got closer. He also launched a three-pronged attack at Zhang Bo's face, throat, and heart.
Zhang Bo's eyebrows twitched. His toes touched the ground as he retreated at full speed, attempting to widen the distance between them once again. At the same time, he swung his sword back and struck out with his left palm.
Cloud-flipping Palm!
"Alright!"
The students from the hundred seedlings were so shocked that they broke out in cold sweat when they saw Zhang Bo rushing through the formation. But when they saw Zhang Bo's response, it was even more fascinating, causing them to be dazzled.
"My Senior Brother Zhang Bo's left and right hands are equal!"
A young girl was showing off.
Generally speaking, everyone had a dominant hand, and most of the time, it was the right hand. However, Zhang Bo's left hand was as flexible as his right hand.
Therefore, this palm strike was extremely exciting.
Jiang Leng seemed to have long since expected this. He didn't panic at all. His left hand clenched into a fist and punched out at full speed.
Bang!
The fist and the palm collided.
"Courting death!"
Zhang Bo laughed uproariously. His palm turned into a claw, wanting to grab Jiang Leng's fist.
If an assassin's movement was restricted, he would be a free target.
However, Jiang Leng's left arm trembled fiercely like a snake, directly dodging the claw attack. After that, it pierced toward Zhang Bo's throat.
At the same time, Jiang Leng's dagger strangely pierced out from his left armpit, blocking Zhang Bo's attack.
"What?"
Zhang Bo was greatly shocked.
Was such an action something a human could do?
One must know that he was facing Jiang Leng. His attack was on Jiang Leng's left, and Jiang Leng had a dagger in his right hand. If Jiang Leng wanted to block it, he had to be even faster.
And during this process, Jiang Leng's left hand was still breaking his attack.
Not only so!
Bang!
The knees of the two of them even collided with each other.
Pak, pak, pak!
Zhang Bo retreated and instantly became in a sorry state. Moreover, there was a trace of blood on his throat. That was caused by Jiang Leng's fingernails.
Jiang Leng didn't show mercy after gaining the upper hand and attacked again.
"..."
The people from the hundred seedlings who wanted to cheer for Zhang Bo were all stunned.
This young man was actually so tyrannical?
Zhang Bo's calmness, battle strategy, and on-the-spot response were all perfect. However, he was still suppressed in a single exchange. How could they explain this?
They felt that if they were in Jiang Leng's shoes, they would have been crushed.
"Damn, what kind of monsters are these?"
It was the young girl who had praised Zhang Bo earlier who cursed.
"Haha, wanting to compete with Junior Jiang in close combat? Isn't that courting death?"
Lu Zhiruo was very complacent. She placed her hands on her hips, feeling honored.
Sun Mo's way of teaching disciples wasn't the traditional way of teaching them cultivation arts. Instead, he taught them according to their aptitudes. Each Calabash Brother would learn different things from Sun Mo according to their specialties.
For example, Jiang Leng's body was too agile and he was a melee maniac. Hence, Sun Mo taught him the concepts of modern combat.
Fists, kicks, elbows, and knees could all be used as weapons. There were no fixed styles or restrictions. The first requirement was to defeat the enemy.
Hence, Jiang Leng's current attacks didn't have any rules. They were like a chaotic tempest that kept on attacking Zhang Bo.
Up until now, Zhang Bo had experienced quite a lot of battles, but they were all in a systematic way. When had he ever seen such a situation? He was instantly at a loss.
"Look at his forehead!"
A young girl exclaimed.
Si!
Everyone took in a gasp of cold air.
As Jiang Leng kept on moving rapidly, his hair fluttered, revealing his forehead. Hence, the word 'trash' was clearly seen by everyone.
"Ah? Why is there the word 'trash'? "
"It's a tattoo, right?"
"Your family's tattoo has the word 'trash' on it!"
Not only the students from the hundred seedlings, even Zou Qi and the other four great teachers had dumbfounded looks on their faces. It wouldn't be too much to say that such an impressive young man was a genius. Yet, he was being treated as trash?
(What are the standards your Central Province Academy has for outstanding students?)
Terrifying!
A minute later, Zhang Bo was crushed.
Bang!
Zhang Bo spurted out blood and was flung out. However, he didn't faint because Jiang Leng had shown mercy.
"Brother Zhang, thanks for letting me win!"
Jiang Leng clasped his fists.
Compared to Xuanyuan Po, Jiang Leng knew how to conduct himself.
Zhang Bo sighed. "It's my fault for being inferior!"
The people from the hundred seedlings fell silent and looked toward Zou Qi.
What should they do now?
If they lost, could it be that they had to leave just like that?
But they felt very reluctant!
"It's my turn!"
Helian Beifang walked out.
"Junior brother Helian, step down. Let me fight this battle!"
Ying Baiwu requested to fight.
"You use a bow, alright? It's simply bullying to let you fight. It's better for me to do it. At the very least, they still have a chance to win."
Helian Beifang tactfully rejected.
When Ying Baiwu heard this, she frowned. "If you can't guarantee victory, don't fight."
"Eh!"
Helian Beifang was speechless when he saw his headstrong senior martial sister's expression. (I'm just being humble and giving them some face. But since you've said this, I won't stand on ceremony.)
"If I can't win, I'll kill myself on the spot."
Helian Beifang's expression was solemn.
Si ~
After hearing Helian Beifang's words, the students from the hundred seedlings were frightened. (Do you have to be so ruthless?
We aren't mortal enemies, right?)
"That's right!"
Ying Baiwu nodded. "When we fight, we're not only representing ourselves but also our teacher's glory. We can only win and not lose. If we can't win, we'll perish together. At the very least, we'll seek a draw!"
Swoosh!
As this sentence was spoken, the gazes of the hundred seedlings turned over and they were dumbfounded.
(Are you guys crazy?)
Cui Xiangxin swept his gaze around and discovered that these students didn't have any objections. He was immediately stunned and was filled with envy.
How did Sun Mo teach his students? Weren't they too loyal?
Although the relationship between teachers and students in the Nine Provinces was as close as that of a father and son, many fathers and sons wouldn't be able to sacrifice themselves for each other, let alone students who were a few levels away from each other.
"Helian Beifang, spirit-refinement realm. Please guide me!"
The barbarian youth placed his left hand on the hilt of his blade. As he looked around, his battle intent radiated in all directions.
This time around, the students from the hundred seedlings became more cautious. Although they also wanted to regain their face, their opponents were too strong.
If they were to fail, it'd be embarrassing.
"Teacher Sun, this isn't fair. The spirit-refinement realm cultivators we brought are all reserves. Our main purpose is to increase our knowledge. The real main force is the blood-ignition realm cultivators of the higher years!"
Cui Xiangxin grumbled.
"A loss is a loss. Don't find excuses."
Li Ruolan retorted. "A duel between students is valid as long as they are within the third level."
"But this is the league tournament, and the goal is to advance."
Cui Xiangxin spread his hands. "Then why don't our Teacher Zou challenge the three of you to a duel to determine the victor?"
Doing this was a little dishonorable, but for the sake of that vine, Zou Qi decided to do it.
"You guys..."
Li Ruolan wanted to say something but was interrupted by Cui Xiangxin.
"According to the rules, we can snatch your monkey now. Moreover, even if there are casualties, the Saint Gate will allow it."
Cui Xiangxin's words contained a hint of threat.
For a competition like this, how could there be no casualties?
However, most of the time, everyone would try their best to avoid it. After all, they were all famous schools, and it wouldn't be good if things were too tense. Moreover, there were many mortal enemies in the great teacher world.
Everyone had seen it before. When those mortal enemies met, they would fight to the death. Regardless of the results of the competition, they would first bash the other party to death.
"Bring it on then!"
Xuanyuan Po was impatient.
"Enough!"
Sun Mo stopped him. "This matter ends here. Teacher Zou, according to the agreement, I have to take away a portion of the vine's roots and leaves."
Mei Ziyu didn't stop him. Sun Mo wasn't someone who would suffer a loss. If he suddenly retreated, there might be some hidden reasons that she didn't know about.
Murong Mingyue looked at Zou Qi, feeling that this fellow was about to die.
(Sun Mo isn't even afraid of the Darkness Starlord and Myriad Leaf Saint, so why would he care about you, a 5-star?)
"Everyone, don't give trouble to Teacher."
Li Ziqi persuaded.
"Go ahead!"
Zou Qi found it hard to stop them. After all, this was within the agreement.
"Baiwu, Jiang Leng, the two of you go up the tree and gather the leaves. Look for the older ones."
Sun Mo instructed. After that, he dug up the soil and personally went up to dig the roots.
"Teacher Zou, could there be a trap?"
Cui Xiangxin asked in a low voice.
"How can there be a conspiracy in such a lowly matter?"
Although he said this, Zou Qi still stared at Sun Mo, not missing out on any details.
"Idiot!"
Sun Mo cursed in his heart. 15 minutes later, he took the vine's roots and retreated with his group.
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