"Who dares to kill without batting an eye?"
As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned at first, but after thinking about it carefully, they could not help but laugh out loud.
Yes, they were all cultivators. To be able to reach this stage, it was normal for them to have a few lives on their hands.
Who would be afraid of killing?
Of course, the cleverness of the coachman's words did not lie in the content of the words, but in the indifference he showed, as well as the rich killing intent that had been through the test of the battlefield for a long time. This was not something that could be obtained by killing a few or a dozen people.
However, Yan Li casually destroyed the atmosphere that he deliberately created, causing the focus of everyone's attention to shift from the momentum to the criticism of the words.
From the perspective of language alone, the coachman was extremely childish. In this era, who dares to kill without batting an eye?
The coachman's expression did not change at all, but he took a deep look at Yan Li.
Seeing that Yan Li was once again in the limelight, Yu Muren immediately became anxious and blurted out, "I heard that you barbarians from Western Liang want to challenge the Academy. I don't know how strong you are to dare to come to Yongling and behave atrociously."
"If the Academy is full of people who overestimate themselves like you, then I think there is no suspense in this competition." The narcissistic man did not even look forward and gently stroked the mane of his horse.
Yu Muren took two steps forward again and sneered, "Do the people from Western Liang only know how to talk and not do it?"
The coachman said, "Gandang, don't use your Primordial Qi. Compete with them."
After a pause, he added, "Don't hit him too hard."
The burly man smiled excitedly. His feet stepped on the stirrups, and his body leaped up like a big bird, landing on the bluestone ground a few steps in front of Yu Muren. The air was visibly pushed away, and he roared, "Shi Gandang from the Grand Council, all of you come at me together!"
"Don't use your Primordial Qi? You're courting death! "Yu Muren's face was full of anger, and he approached with large strides. His robe fluttered without wind, and the invisible momentum of his palm gathered. As the momentum of the palm appeared, a vague wind bull emerged from his body.
A Fourth Grade Square Saint already had the ability to show divinity, which was very obvious when gathering momentum.
It could also be seen that Yu Muren was stronger than Hou Dongqun. No wonder he had the confidence to fight with Yan Li.
However, when Shi Gandang saw this scene, not only was he not afraid, he even mocked, "You dare to provoke our military academy with just this bit of strength?"
"Take this move of mine first!" With the help of his true name, Yu Muren's aura had already condensed to a critical point. Traces of flowing wind also appeared on his palm. It was grayish-white and filled with the aura of death.
This palm contained all the comprehension he had gained in his life.
Shi Gandang laughed in disdain. He raised his rough hand, and without any movement of air, he threw a punch.
Bang!
A casual punch from Yu Muren was actually able to hold its own against Yu Muren's vital energy and palm force.
Those who saw through the trick immediately came to the conclusion that Yu Muren could not win. The remaining question was, how many moves would it take for him to lose?
Yu Muren's heart sank when he saw that his palm had failed. A sentence popped up in his mind, "The opponent did not use any vital energy." This horrifying reality immediately caused his condensed palm force to collapse, and the illusion of the wind bull disappeared.
It was like a battle between two armies. One side's morale was taken away by the other side, and the army was immediately defeated.
Shi Gandang grinned and took advantage of the situation to throw another punch.
This punch was not fancy at all. It was the most basic physical training method in the army, called "Form Fist." However, when he displayed this basic fist technique, it carried the wind and thunder, like a god descending to the mortal world.
There was an explosion in Yu Muren's chest, and the sound of his sternum cracking was covered. At the same time, he screamed and took a few steps back. Finally, he could not stabilize his body and fell to the ground. His face was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth. He could not say a word.
"The academy is so famous, but it only teaches trash like you? It's better to change it to a garbage dump in the future! " Shi Gandang was like a big bear standing on its hind legs. There was a cruel smile on his face, "A place to store trash. If it's not called a garbage dump, what else can it be called?"
The silent crowd soon boiled up. For them, the academy was the pride of the people of Yongling, and they would not allow outsiders to slander it.
Shi Gandang glanced around, and his eyes revealed a strong murderous aura. It was unknown how many people he had killed to have this kind of aura. When the onlookers were glanced at by him, it was as if they were being stared at by a fierce beast. Their angry hearts instantly cooled down.
The students looked unfriendly. Although Shi Gandang was very strong, they were not weak either, and they might not be afraid of him.
"You may not know," Yan Li stood up at the right time and blocked in front of Shi Gandang, "In order to take care of the face of the Grand Council, the emperor did not send half of the top ten masters. He only sent us, who are ranked below fifty, to welcome the distinguished guest."
He raised his eyebrows and suddenly showed his sharpness, "Do you mean that the famous Grand Council only teaches the kind of idiots who are proud of winning against a weak person? It's better to change it to a concentration camp for idiots! Stupidity is contagious, and it will spread from one to another. If it's not a concentration camp for idiots, what else can it be called? "
"Good!"
There was a great cheer from the crowd.
He only needed to slightly modify the other's sarcasm, and there was an immediate effect.
As expected, Shi Gandang was furious, but the coachman spoke first.
"What is your name?" he asked.
Yan Li grinned and showed his white teeth, "I am Yan Li."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a faint "clang" sound. That was the sound of the sword in Yan Li's hand suddenly being unsheathed.
The hilt of the sword was pulled by an invisible thread and hit Shi Gandang's chest. It was like hitting a thick wall, and there was a muffled "dong" sound.
This attack was out of everyone's expectations, especially Shi Gandang's. He couldn't help but take half a step back.
He was furious, but just as his eyes were red and he made up his mind to crush Yan Li, an inexplicable warning suddenly rose in his heart, and he suddenly bent his waist to the side.
It was hard to imagine this scene. It was like an adult black bear twisting his thick waist to avoid Yan Li who was cutting at his neck with a backhand.
The edge of the sword was soft like silk, but when the edge of the sword brushed past his right cheek, the inexplicable coldness and pain made his hair stand on end.
Yan Li's sword automatically unsheathed, and his body rushed forward. He caught the sword that was bounced back with a backhand and cut at Shi Gandang's neck. Shi Gandang twisted his body to dodge, and then passed by Yan Li. The scene then froze. All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding people only saw a blur before they saw Yan Li's back facing Shi Gandang. He was standing with his hand on the sword that had returned to its scabbard at some point.
"Good!" The surrounding people once again let out a shocking cheer. This was because Shi Gandang, who looked like an invincible god, now had a hair-thin bloodstain on his right cheek. Although they did not know how Yan Li had done it, they had finally vented their pent-up anger, which made them like Yan Li from the bottom of their hearts.
"Boasting shamelessly about how good our Academy is, big black bear, you are not so good either."
"I think the people of Western Liang are only so-so, and they dare to challenge our Academy. From what I see, they are definitely going to lose face this time. However, the people of our Academy have always been generous and kind. We will not make things too difficult for them. Maybe we will even give them some souvenirs so that they won't come from so far away and return empty-handed. It will make us look stingy. "
"That's right. Remember to bring some of these dried fruits back …"
"And our Xu Family's brocade …"
"If you don't mind, I have eggs that my hen just laid …"
Yu Muren had retreated into the crowd at this time. His expression was very ugly, but his injury made it impossible for him to continue. If he continued to fight, even if he could keep his life, he might not be able to keep his cultivation.
The laughter did not last long before a boom made them close their mouths.
An unparalleled killing intent exploded from Shi Gandang's body. The bluestone road under him suddenly collapsed.
He turned around amidst the dust and flying gravel. His eyes were scarlet red. It was not a description, but it was really red as if he was congested with blood.
Then, he charged at Yan Li who still did not move.
His movements were not fast, which suited his majestic figure. His fist, which was as big as a stone pot, seemed to contain the power of ten thousand catties.
At this critical moment, Yan Li moved. He somersaulted backwards as if there was an invisible string that made him stand upside down in the air. His left and right hands held the scabbard and the hilt of his sword as he faced the fist that was as big as a stone pot.
In Shi Gandang's expectation, the sound of the scabbard breaking did not appear. He only felt as if he had hit cotton and did not use any strength. In other words, when the great force was used on the scabbard, it was inexplicably sucked away.
This kind of strange feeling made him unspeakably uncomfortable.
At this time, Yan Li's body floated up like a willow leaf. It looked as if he had been sent flying by Shi Gandang's punch, but he did not fly very high. It gave people the feeling that the power of his punch was not that great. It only looked powerful.
There was a slight hiss from the surroundings.
Shi Gandang was even more furious. After his punch, his right foot fiercely touched the ground and he charged upwards like a cannon. This punch still hit Yan Li's scabbard, but like the first punch, there was not a loud sound. It only made him fly further.
Not only was Shi Gandang surprised, but the people in the Western Liang caravan all looked over in surprise.
The driver's eyes flashed. He suddenly heard a slight "hum" from the carriage with an inexplicable meaning. He was about to open his mouth to ask when the horse that was pulling the carriage suddenly neighed.
He saw that Yan Li had floated back dozens of steps and landed on the back of the horse. The horse's body sank slightly as if it was not a person that had landed, but a small mountain. Because of this, it neighed anxiously.
The driver's eyes lit up. He already knew why Yan Li could easily block Shi Gandang's punch.
As Shi Gandang landed heavily on the ground, his body charged forward like an arrow.
Yan Li lightly kicked the back of the horse and nimbly flipped over Shi Gandang's head.
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