Wang Luocheng had many hobbies in his life, such as walking dogs, cockfighting, drinking wine, and playing with women. He was good at many things, but not one of them was fighting. Intimidated by Li Qingshan's killing intent, his brain slowed down a little. He instinctively retreated, hoping that someone else could block him.
However, the others didn't expect Li Qingshan to attack just like that, and with such momentum. Their reactions were also a little slow. After all, the school of Novels wasn't known for being good at fighting. Because the Power of Will was hard to come by, they couldn't practice fighting like the other schools. They were more willing to transform into beauties and practice on the bed.
Of course, some of them were really slow, while others wanted to let Li Qingshan and Wang Luocheng drag it out. In the end, both of them would be injured, and two competitors would be eliminated. As their eyes darted around, they realized that no one was a fool.
Thus, the eight of them surrounded and instantly turned into a one-on-one battle between Li Qingshan and Wang Luocheng. Wang Luocheng also realized that he had been betrayed. He cursed in his heart, 'Those who write novels aren't good people!' His stunned mind recovered a little, and he immediately activated the Divine Talisman of Great Creation, creating a huge door made of refined steel. It was a foot thick.
At the same time, he quickly activated the protective spirit tool on him. As long as he could stop Li Qingshan for a moment, the others couldn't just stand by and watch.
However, before Wang Luocheng could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a loud bang, and the huge door twisted inwards. Li Qingshan broke through it as if he had smashed through a paper door, his five fingers reaching out to grab Wang Luocheng's face.
Only a few people saw clearly that in the instant Li Qingshan collided with the door, his hands pressed on it dozens of times in a complicated manner, destroying the structure of the door from its foundation.
Wang Luocheng was shocked, and he let out a strange cry. A flying sword flew out of his sleeve, piercing toward Li Qingshan's chest. The sword shone with spiritual light, and it was also an artifact. Although it was the weakest inferior artifact, its power was not to be underestimated.
Liu Chuanfeng couldn't help but stand up. His face was filled with anger and worry. Without a protective spell or artifact, how could he block the flying sword with just his own spirit force?
However, Li Qingshan completely ignored the flying sword. He unleashed a vicious aura like he was determined to smash Wang Luocheng's head to pieces. Wang Luocheng was utterly shocked. He staggered backwards, but his mind was distracted. The glow on the flying sword immediately dimmed slightly, and it slowed down too.
Li Qingshan smiled and flicked with his left hand. At the same time, his right hand turned into a fist and punched toward Wang Luocheng's chest.
With a bang, the spiritual light scattered, and Wang Luocheng was sent flying while coughing up blood. His protective spiritual artifact had already been shattered. There was only a thin layer of protective spiritual light, so how could it block Li Qingshan's fist?
Wang Luocheng was only in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, so he was two realms lower than Li Qingshan. His cultivation technique could not compare to the Arts of the Boundless Ocean, not to mention the difference in body tempering. Li Qingshan didn't even use the Ox Demon's Immense Strength. In the end, he still held back 30% of his strength. Otherwise, it wouldn't be strange for him to have killed Wang Luocheng with a single punch.
Wang Luocheng fell unconscious on the ground, and the medical disciples carried him away for treatment. Li Qingshan turned around and faced the remaining seven people. He raised a finger and said, "One!"
Although they had gone through many battles of wits and courage, in the eyes of the bystanders, Li Qingshan had killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single pounce.
"As expected of his reputation. Even without using an artifact or battle technique, he's still so ferocious! Tieyi, is he really a disciple of the school of Novels? I think he's clearly a disciple of our school of the Military! "
The leader of the school of the Military of the Han Yong 'an prefecture was filled with surprise. The leaders of the other prefectures all stood to one side, surrounding Han Tieyi. The Han family had held the position of great general for many years, so the disciples of the school of the Military in the Ruyi commandery were all old subordinates. They were on good terms with one another. As a result, when they mentioned Li Qingshan, they all referred to him as "son-in-law".
Han Tieyi said, "He really should join the school of the Military."
"Fortunately, he's a disciple of the school of Novels. Otherwise, if he were representing the school of the Military, we could just directly forfeit."
Han Tieyi said, "Do you really think you can win right now?"
"Kid, don't be cocky. We're going to test you this year and see whether you're a good father and a bad son." Everyone laughed aloud. Someone said, "Look, the son-in-law has struck again!"
Li Qingshan's body surged with dreamy, faint, blue light. He thought, This is the exhibition match of the school of Novels after all. If I don't use the Divine Talisman of Great Creation, they'll be dissatisfied even if I win. I might as well make them accept it wholeheartedly.
He powered the Divine Talisman of Great Creation wholeheartedly. Slivers of power of belief were drawn out, gradually weaving into a humanoid figure, bones, blood vessels, and meridians. He had never powered the Divine Talisman of Great Creation so seriously before.
"Everyone, let's use our full strength together!"
The remaining seven cultivators from the school of Novels all returned to their senses. Seeing how fierce Li Qingshan was, none of them dared to think about anything else anymore. If he really won against eight of them alone, they would be utterly humiliated. If Li Qingshan knew what they were thinking, he would definitely be extremely surprised. You still know how to be shameless!
Four spiritual artifacts and three arcane artifacts charged towards Li Qingshan together. At the same time, they conjured blades, spears, swords, and halberds with the Divine Talisman of Great Creation, all of which lunged towards Li Qingshan.
The attacks were numerous and powerful, making the spectators feel that the school of Novels was not as useless as they were rumored to be.
Li Qingshan soared into the air, drawing the water, fire, and spears towards the horizon.
The figure he had painstakingly created had already taken shape. It was a young man in blue, dressed in a rustic manner. His face was also covered in dust, but his facial features were handsome and he exuded an air of righteousness. He cupped his fists and said, "I am Ceng A 'niu, and I would like to seek guidance from all of you, seniors!"
Li Qingshan scratched his head. His original intention was to draw the attacks away and let Ceng A 'niu take the chance to launch a sneak attack. He hadn't expected Ceng A' niu to be so open and aboveboard, just like what was written in the books.
It seemed that the characters conjured by the school of Novels were no ordinary puppets. The higher the level of the Divine Talisman of Great Creation, the more intelligent the characters would be. Only by borrowing the coercive power of the Divine Talisman of Great Creation could they make them do things that went against their nature.
No one had expected Li Qingshan to spend so much effort to conjure such a country bumpkin. One of the leaders of the school of Novels had specially studied Li Qingshan's works, and he shouted, "Everyone, don't be careless, he is Zhang …"
"Nonsense, all of you, die!" Ceng A 'niu roared, interrupting him. He raised his hands high and said, "Power of the Dragon Slayer, Heavenly Strike!"
His originally rustic and honest face was instantly beaming with joy, and his aura was blazing. The muscles all over his body bulged and tore through his clothes, fluttering about like butterflies. A huge silvery-white sword appeared above his head, and a golden dragon coiled around the sword hilt. He swung it down with great force.
The silvery-white sword light lit up the heaven and earth, and the incomparably sharp sword qi whistled out, slashing toward the seven people from the school of Novels.
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