Between martial artists, close combat was undoubtedly the best way to test one's basic reflexes and test one's skills.
The cultivators of Three Mountain City could leap over mountains as if they were flat ground. They could hunt lions and kill tigers, so they were naturally extraordinary. Although close combat was a risky move, he still had some confidence in it.
However, Jiang Wang's Four Spirits Body Tempering Art was a unique cultivation method passed down through the military school. It had been perfected through the Great Illusionary Realm's Dao Development Platform. At the current stage, it was a first-rate body tempering method.
Jiang Wang's muscles weren't as tough as steel, but they weren't far off. Boundless blood vitality lay dormant in every muscle. Normally, it wouldn't be visible, but in today's situation, it erupted with unprecedented ferocity!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Fists and legs were exchanged, knees and elbows collided.
The two people's fists collided, producing a sound like the beating of a drum.
Jiang Wang had never seen such a pure intensity of fists and feet. In this kind of battle, he could feel the Four Spirits Body Tempering Art gradually fusing into his body. Although he had cultivated bitterly before, he was still from the Dao Academy and didn't understand what true body tempering was.
In this kind of direct collision, he felt his blood vitality become more abundant, his body more tyrannical, his Dao essence more lively, and he also felt … his opponent's strength gradually weaken.
Boom!
In the last head-on collision, the xiuzhe that came to Three Mountain City fell backwards.
It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but that he really couldn't squeeze out any more strength.
Perhaps only Jiang Wang, who was fighting him, knew how hard he worked and how desperately he fought.
Several times, Jiang Wang thought the battle was over, but his opponent's fists followed.
He could clearly feel the steel-like willpower of this Three Mountain City cultivator.
He did his best to win.
They didn't want to be called barbarians!
But sadly, the more they tried, the more people said, "Look, this is how barbarians are. They don't care about their lives."
…
The referee raised the flag. Victory and defeat were decided.
The crowd fell silent for a moment, and then cheered.
After all, this was Maplewood City, Jiang Wang's home ground. Moreover, there were also several large men hired by Zhao Rucheng shouting. For the generous reward, they could be said to be shouting with all their might. It seemed that her feelings for her brother were even deeper than Jiang Anan's.
Jiang Wang reached out and grabbed his opponent, preventing him from falling to the ground.
"May I know your name?" Jiang Wang looked at this respectable opponent and expressed his respect.
In fact, before the match began, the referee had read out the names of both sides, but Jiang Wang didn't take note of it.
Like many other vulgar people, although he did not show it, he had been influenced since he was young, and he indeed looked down on these so-called "mountain barbarians".
The cultivator from Three Mountains City stood shakily, practically leaning his entire weight on Jiang Wang's hands. His eyes were swollen and narrowed into slits.
"Yang Xingyong!" he said happily. "My name is Yang Xingyong!"
…
Outside the arena, Jiang Anan was clapping for her brother when she suddenly heard her good friend's voice. "Anan!"
The little girl, Qingzhi, jumped up from the crowd and excitedly squeezed towards Jiang Anan.
Beside her was an old man with a skinny figure and a severe hunchback. However, despite being in such a crowded crowd, they didn't seem to be sluggish at all, and they didn't seem to affect the others either.
Everyone was very curious about Jiang Anan's friend, especially the little girl who wanted to beat up Jiang Wang.
Huang Azhan's point of view had always been different, and he saw the hunchbacked old man at first glance.
The old man's face … was very awkward. Although his expression was serious, he gave off a kind of vulgar feeling.
Huang Azhan nudged Zhao Rucheng with his arm. "Hey, look at that old man."
"What's wrong?" Zhao Rucheng asked.
Huang Azhan lowered his voice. "Don't you think his head … looks like … very like …"
"Like what?"
Huang Azhan didn't say anything and only looked at the old man's crotch.
Zhao Rucheng was vigilant at first. "What are you looking at!"
Then he reacted and also looked in that direction. He rubbed his chin and said, "Hey! It does look a bit like … "
They were talking quietly when the hunchbacked old man suddenly raised his head and glared at them. Obviously, he had heard their conversation clearly.
"Stop chatting, stop chatting. Watch the competition." Huang Azhan turned his head guiltily and tried to look at the arena as if nothing had happened.
"Ahem." Zhao Rucheng coughed twice and reached out to take Jiang Anan from Ling He's shoulder and put her on his own. "An 'an, your Brother Ling He is tired. Sit on my shoulder for a while."
She thought to herself that this old man wouldn't beat her up when she was carrying a child, right?
Jiang Anan was now very familiar with Zhao Rucheng, so she didn't care whose shoulder she sat on and happily chatted with Qingzhi.
"My brother won just now. He's so strong!"
…
In the end, Yang Xingyong was carried down.
The other two battles had already ended. Another cultivator from Three-Mountain City defeated his opponent from Wangjiang City with an overwhelming advantage, and Wangjiang City's Lin Zhengli easily defeated another first-year student from Maplewood City.
However, the audience's attention was clearly drawn to the battle between Jiang Wang and Yang Xingyong. After all, it was an intense battle.
"It's just weak chickens pecking at each other. Maplewood City is really something. Even the citizens have such poor eyesight." Lin Zhengli sneered at the other victor, probably trying to seek some acknowledgment.
However, the victor from Three-Mountain City clearly didn't buy it.
He said coldly, "Please respect your opponent."
In his opinion, Lin Zhengli didn't just disrespect Jiang Wang, he also disrespected the cultivator from Three-Mountain City, Yang Xingyong.
Lin Zhengli's hot face was stuck to a cold butt, and he became even more unhappy. "Heh, barbarian."
The cultivator from Three-Mountain City was about to spit fire from his eyes, but he didn't say anything else.
After the first round of battles, the three cities each had one victor, so they were evenly matched. Next was the round of battles, and the order was determined by drawing lots. Luck was very important in this round.
The judge from the county academy was in charge of drawing lots, which undoubtedly reflected fairness to the greatest extent.
He took out a lot from the lot pot, looked at it, and read, "Jiang Wang!"
Off the stage, Ling He and Zhao Rucheng both sighed in relief. This meant that Lin Zhengli and the cultivator from Three-Mountain City would fight in the first round, and then Jiang Wang would fight the other two. This was undoubtedly the best draw.
Jiang Wang retreated to the side of the stage, giving the center of the stage to the two sides about to fight.
The instant they passed each other, Lin Zhengli laughed softly. "You're really lucky to be able to stay for one more round."
The implication was that once the second round of battles began, he would beat Jiang Wang until he couldn't continue fighting. His tone was full of disdain.
Jiang Wang laughed. "I hope your luck is a bit better, and you'll be able to meet me later."
What he meant was that Lin Zhengli might not even be able to fight the second round, and would be crippled in the first round.
In terms of verbal attacks, he had been greatly influenced by Zhao Rucheng, so he wasn't completely powerless to retaliate.
However, he couldn't quite understand where Lin Zhengli's enmity towards him came from. Was it because Zhao Rucheng's slogan was a bit too high-profile?
This person didn't seem to have a straightforward personality. As a cultivator who had received the education of an orthodox Dao Academy and was even an elite disciple who had been sent to represent Wangjiang City's Dao Academy, how could he be so impatient?
Jiang Wang was actually very interested in the answer behind this.
As for the battle, he really had no fear.
Compared to Lin Zhengli's frivolous and irritable expression, the cultivator from Three-Mountain City didn't say a word, only watching his opponent.
His attitude towards this battle was undoubtedly much more proper.
This also showed that he had a stronger desire for the outcome of the battle.
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