Fang Yizhu's knowledge seemed to be quite extraordinary. He knew everything and could say a few words about anything, but in the current situation, there was no time to listen to him. A mass of pitch-black darkness engulfed Little Sister Tang, rapidly shrinking inwards like a shackle.
Lu Ping could hear the sound of this soul power. He couldn't make a clear judgment in a short amount of time when he had never seen an ability like this before. He only felt that the mass of darkness was impenetrable, leaving no gaps.
Then there was a flash of cold light. The sword in Wang Tong's hand didn't miss a chance to stab out, unhesitatingly sinking into the mass of darkness.
The corners of Wang Tong's mouth rose, revealing a cruel smile. He couldn't be any clearer about Tang Xiaomei's methods. Attacking with Smooth Wind required a bit more effort to sense, and if he fought endlessly, it would be hard to avoid carelessness. So he straightforwardly displayed his own methods.
Returning Night.
Rush, Qi, Strength, the control ability of the three spirits linked together, a powerful binding force that completely locked down the opponent. Attacking with Smooth Wind and moving to the side would also be locked down by Returning Night.
After that, wouldn't it be as easy as a sword strike?
As the sword sank in, Wang Tong's hand had already let go of the sword.
Returning Night could only restrain Wang Tong for a moment. He didn't have the courage to use this ability to kill his opponent. So to finish off his opponent, he still needed this sword strike. But since this sword had pierced through Returning Night, it had become a flaw in Returning Night's Seamless Binding.
Many people didn't realize this point, or perhaps they realized it but didn't know how to use it. But Tang Xiaomei and he were from the same sect. Just like how he knew the characteristics of Smooth Wind, Tang Xiaomei was also aware of this flaw in Returning Night. This was something that had been used by others when they had sparred with each other. At that time, the opponent had taken advantage of the instant Wang Tong withdrew his sword to counterattack, causing both sides to suffer.
So now, Wang Tong simply let go, not withdrawing his sword.
"You've lost," he said indifferently.
Before he finished speaking, the earth beneath his feet moved. A streak of soul power broke through the earth, carrying with it a smear of bright red as it pierced through Wang Tong's left foot.
"Ah!" Wang Tong screamed, already standing up. The soul power that charged out hadn't dissipated yet, from bottom to top, a string of blood splattered out.
Night's Return disappeared along with Wang Tong's heavy injuries. Little Sister Tang was trapped within. His left hand tightly gripped Wang Tong's sharp sword, he forcefully twisted the sword's trajectory. The sword streaked across the side of Tang Xiaomei's neck, but only a small wound was left.
Her right hand was tightly gripping her sword. The sword was hanging down, and blood was dripping from the tip of the sword. Beneath Little Sister Tang's feet, blood flowed continuously, staining the ground.
Returning Night's encirclement was already flawless enough. But there was only one place.
Little Sister Tang's feet were in contact with the ground.
In this area, Night Returning did not have the space to enter. So, this area became Little Sister Tang's breakthrough point. She could not move her feet, so she pierced through her own feet first. She pierced through the soil and struck Wang Tong from beneath his feet.
To be able to break through the earth and travel such a long distance underground, it was impossible. This strike also consumed a considerable amount of Little Sister Tang's strength. Right now, her complexion was extremely unsightly. Right leg, left hand. Both carried heavy injuries. The left side of the neck was not critically injured, but the wound was not shallow. Her left shoulder was already soaked red with blood.
But she did not stop. With her left hand, she threw Wang Tong's sword to the side and raised the sword in her right hand. Forward.
One step at a time. Bloody footprints.
In just a few steps, she was already in front of Wang Tong. Wang Xiang's foot was cut from the top to the top, blood was dripping. His hands were at a loss, he did not know where to cover the wound. Tang Xiaomei's sword was already pointing at his chest.
"I lost, I lost!!" Wang Tong shouted in panic, his eyes full of fear.
"I'll go!" Fang Yizhu was the first to rush in.
Wang Tong's injuries were not light, but they were limited to flesh wounds. Little Sister Tang was also heavily injured. Especially in order to execute this strike, she had consumed a great deal of her strength.
That strike did not determine a clear victor. Both of them had the strength to continue fighting. In comparison, Wang Tong's chances of winning were perhaps greater.
But Wang Tong chose to admit defeat.
He was frightened.
Little Sister Tang's tenacity instantly crumbled his confidence. He never knew that among his peers, only his junior sister, who was a bit more eye-catching with her obsession with cleanliness, had such a side.
So he quickly admitted defeat, just like when his mentor was exposed, he quickly drew a clear line between himself and his mentor. He always acted especially quickly to protect himself.
The training field retreated, and a total of ten five-circled Seven Star Tokens slowly floated down.
Little Sister Tang pointed her sword at Wang Tong and stared at him without moving.
Kill him?
It was as easy as lifting a finger, but Little Sister Tang had never thought of it that way. Even though she hated Mizar Peak's first disciple Bai Li, who had killed her mentor, she could not produce much killing intent.
She just wanted to teach these people a lesson. Perhaps this little lesson would not affect them much, but it was enough for Little Sister Tang.
Her sword hung down and supported herself on the ground. When the Seven Star Tokens fell, she did not take them. She did not care about them at all.
"Get lost," she said.
Wang Tong retreated. He could also see that Little Sister Tang was not in good condition. She was far weaker than he had imagined.
He should not have admitted defeat so quickly!
Wang Tong looked at the Seven Star Tokens on the ground and was extremely vexed. His Seven Star Tokens were all gone now. With his ability, he should have been able to advance this year.
He was gloomy, but Fang Yizhu seemed even more dissatisfied than him.
"Trash, truly trash!"
"Simply as timid as a mouse."
"I really was blind!"
Fang Yizhu was vexed and cursed. His face was full of resentment. It seemed his gambling character was not very good.
"You gambling addict, are you looking to die?" Wang Tong, who was already very gloomy, was even cursed by Fang Yizhu like this. He could not bear it any longer. When he had just been injured, he still wanted to die, but now he seemed very spirited as he walked towards Fang Yizhu.
"Tell me, aren't you very useless? Do you regret admitting defeat now? "Fang Yizhu said.
These words poked at Wang Tong's scars. He had already finished the Seven Star Trials anyway, and did not care much about the rules of the trials.
"You're asking for a beating!" As he cursed, he sent a slap over. The trial field on Lu Ping and Fang Yizhu's side, with the outcome of the match between Tang Xiaomei and Wang Tong, unexpectedly ended at the same time. The Seven Star Token was also falling towards Lu Ping.
Pa! With this slap, Fang Yizhu fell to the ground.
Lu Ping, who was preparing to receive the Seven Star Token, was stunned. Tang Xiaomei was stunned. Even Wang Tong himself was very surprised.
This guy who never stopped talking was actually so useless? He had casually slapped him, and he didn't even have a decent defense?
This … this was the fifth round, right? No matter what, he should be a Three Spirits Piercing Technique, right?
Wang Tong was puzzled, but he was only slightly startled.
Fang Yizhu was so useless, so it was even easier for him to vent his anger. He raised his foot and kicked Fang Yizhu who had fallen to the ground.
"Who told you to have a cheap mouth!" He continued to curse, but in a flash, Lu Ping had already blocked in front of him.
"It's none of your business!" He glared at Lu Ping.
In the end, Lu Ping didn't say anything and just raised his hand to slap him.
Wang Tong wasn't Fang Yizhu, so of course he wouldn't have no reaction. But he was really surprised that Lu Ping would hit him so decisively. He had already lost the Seven Star Token, which was why he was so indulgent.
Lu Ping was caught by surprise, and his reaction was slow. Moreover, he was still injured, and his leg was still in the air. He was about to take advantage of the decline. So, Lu Ping didn't manage to dodge the slap, and he was slapped squarely.
Pa!
Wang Tong also fell to the ground, exactly the same as Fang Yizhu.
But Fang Yi Zhu had already crawled up. Others felt embarrassed when they looked at him, but he looked calm and collected.
"Junior brother is so fierce! Kick him, kick him. "He hid behind Lu Ping and shouted.
Wang Tong, who had been accidentally slapped by Lu Ping, was furious. He jumped up and was about to use a big move.
"Do you know who he is?" At this time, little sister Tang, who had only been quietly watching, suddenly spoke.
Wang Tong was surprised and turned to look at little sister Tang.
When Lu Ping and Fang Yizhu met each other, Wang Tong didn't pay much attention to these two people watching the fun, so he didn't know their origins.
"He's called Lu Ping." Little sister Tang said.
Wang Tong was surprised again, and when he turned back to look at Lu Ping, he couldn't help but take two steps back.
"That newcomer from the fifth courtyard … Lu Ping?" His eyes fell on Lu Ping's hands, but he didn't see the Blowing Horn Chain Camp, a high grade level five divine weapon, mentioned on the Seven Kill Proclamation.
But Wang Tong didn't doubt little sister Tang's words. He was just more aware of the other's terror — he hadn't even used the divine weapon, and he had been slapped down with one slap. As for the unexpected circumstances of that slap, he didn't care anymore. He was a person who paid attention to self-preservation.
Fight? He didn't have that thought at all. He was thinking about how to end this.
But at this time, someone interrupted.
It was the head disciple of Tian Xuan Peak, Zhan Ren.
The discipline group of Tian Xuan Peak was in charge of all the rules of the North Style Academy.
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