"Winner, Zhao Tiehe of Three-Mountain City!"
The referee's announcement finally landed. Almost at the same time, Zhao Tiehe's figure fell to the ground.
His injuries were actually much more serious than Lin Zhengli's, and his stamina had long since reached its limit. In the end, he was relying entirely on his willpower to swing his fist.
At this moment, he was limp and lying on the ground.
Beside him, Lin Zhengli had almost been smashed into the pit by his fist and had already fainted.
Shattered rocks, broken vines, large pits, splashes of water, bloodstains … It was a scene of devastation.
At this moment, the applause outside the arena began.
At first, it was sparse because neither side was from their hometown. But soon, it exploded with a loud bang.
This battle was too exciting, and it also made everyone realize the tenacity of the cultivators of Three-Mountain City.
They admired Zhao Tiehe and changed their views of the city behind him. Perhaps, this was what they wanted to prove the most in this battle of life and death.
They were born in a barren land, in a mountainous area where ferocious beasts roamed. However, they weren't barbarians. They had their own love and hate, their own pursuits, and their own … honor.
"It's not easy." Ling He clapped until his hands were red. He was perhaps the only person who had never called the cultivators of Three-Mountain City a mountain barbarian.
Because he understood the feeling of being looked down upon, he never looked down upon others.
However, Zhao Rucheng was only concerned about another issue. "With these two fighting like this, Third Brother is going to win without a fight!"
Beside him, Huang Azhan had already started calculating. "Ten Dao Merit Points per victory, so he won these two battles without a fight. The champion of the Three Cities Dao Exchange will be rewarded with double the Dao Merit Points. In total … 50 Dao Merit Points. Half a Meridian Unlocking Pill! I have to treat them! "
If it weren't for Jiang Anan's presence, he probably would have already said it out loud.
"What are Dao Merit Points? Are they very valuable? "Jiang Anan asked curiously.
"Yes." Zhao Rucheng already knew about Jiang Anan's story of how she earned money to "repay her debt". He teased her, "One Dao Merit Point is more than that chest of treasures you earned!"
Jiang Anan counted seriously with her fingers for a while. Then, she opened her hand wide and drew a large circle. "It's really a lot!"
…
After the first battle of the round ended, there was only a short time to recover. For Zhao Tiehe, who had just experienced a bitter battle, this was not fair, but the rules were as such.
After the referee repeatedly asked, Zhao Tiehe still stood shakily. He still wanted to fight.
Jiang Wang stood in front of him, his hand on his sword, his eyes solemn.
"Come down," Sun Xiaoman said.
She looked like a little girl, and her voice was also like a little girl's, but Zhao Tiehe couldn't ignore her words.
He turned around and looked at Sun Xiaoman. "I still have a life to fight for."
His attitude was not fierce, but rather calm because he was describing the facts.
Jiang Wang was by no means a weakling. He had defeated Yang Xingyong in a head-on clash. Moreover, he was in peak condition at the moment.
At this moment, there was indeed nothing else he could fight for other than his life.
"Your life is very important. Tri-Mountain City needs you." Sun Xiaoman said seriously, "We allowed you to risk your life because you still had a chance. It was not allowed now because the opportunity was gone. You have a lot of resources on you, so you can't waste your life for nothing. "
It was unknown which sentence had convinced him. Zhao Tiehe turned around and staggered down from the stage.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the moment he turned around, Jiang Wang seemed to have seen a flash of tears in his eyes.
How could such a man cry?
Jiang Wang couldn't understand why these cultivators of Tri-Mountain City cared so much about victory and defeat.
He had already tried his best. Why would he be sad that he couldn't fight to the death?
With such doubts, Jiang Wang welcomed the third battle of the round — Lin Zhengli hadn't even woken up yet, so Lin Zhengren once again admitted defeat on his behalf.
Just like that, Jiang Wang became the champion of this year's Three Cities Dao Discussion. Because both sides were injured, it didn't seem very convincing, but …
"Who cares! As long as I get the Dao Points, it's real, "Zhao Rucheng said.
At this moment, Jiang Wang had already retreated outside the stage, becoming a spectator with Ling He and the others.
The people of Maplewood City were very tolerant of the cultivators who had won glory for them. They even made room for Jiang Wang, who had left the stage to rest.
Jiang Anan and that arrogant little girl were sitting at the very front, while Jiang Wang and the others were sitting at the back, chatting casually.
The only thing that surprised Jiang Wang was that the cloud blanket on the ground wasn't Zhao Rucheng's handiwork, but rather the old man who had escorted the little girl Qingzhi here.
This cloud blanket was very light and soft, a favorite item that ordinary people couldn't enjoy. But Qingzhi's family had taken out such a big piece of it to lay on the ground.
Jiang Wang could only sigh with emotion. In the world of the rich, there really was always a taller mountain.
Since he was born, his family had land and a shop, so he didn't have to worry about food and drink. Ever since he met Zhao Rucheng, he often felt like a beggar.
The hunchbacked old man sized up Jiang Wang a few times, then suddenly said, "I didn't expect you to send back that chest of treasures. Little Friend Jiang taught your sister well."
The old man's voice was very kind, but it was very unconvincing when paired with his wretched face.
Jiang Wang wasn't someone who judged people by their appearance, so he didn't neglect his reply. "It's only right. It's just a joke between children. How can you take it seriously? "
"Confucius said, 'To be rich and noble without righteousness is like floating clouds to me.' Little Friend Jiang's words are quite Confucian. "
This hunchbacked old man was discussing Confucian with a Daoist disciple in the Zhuang State. His brain must have been damaged from reading so many books.
Jiang Wang laughed casually and said, "The competition has begun."
...
The Three Cities Dao Symposium had first-year, third-year, and fifth-year students, but the competition rules were the same.
Li Jianqiu and Wang Zhangxiang appeared at the same time, and the three matches were carried out at the same time.
Jiang Wang was fully focused on the overall situation.
Li Jianqiu's opponent was from Three-Mountain City. This battle was still very exciting. Both sides displayed extremely exquisite Daoist techniques. After a long battle, Li Jianqiu defeated his opponent with a fire-element Daoist technique.
Meanwhile, Wang Zhangxiang's battle with the cultivator from Wangjiang City was relatively simple. After the battle started, he first used a Daoist technique to summon a fog to obscure his opponent's vision. Then, he calmly made a hand seal and blew his opponent into the sky with a tornado.
An A-grade Daoist technique like the tornado was almost impossible to deal with in a battle of this level. Jiang Wang remembered that in Little Forest Town, a tornado could suck Wang Zhangxiang dry. He was curious if he had given up on the following battles.
However, after the battle, Wang Zhangxiang immediately took out a Dao Essence Stone and started absorbing it.
It was obvious that the Wang Family had invested a lot this time. They were determined to win the championship of the third-year students.
However, the people of Maplewood City paid the most attention to the competition of the mysterious black-robed man from Three-Mountain City.
When the black robe was untied and a very funny little fatty was revealed, the surrounding people of Maplewood City sighed regretfully.
In their imagination, the person under the black robe should be a demon king with a face full of scars. At the very least, it would be good if he looked a little fierce. However, it shouldn't be a soft little fatty who looked very easy to bully.
However, what didn't disappoint them was that this little fatty was very strong!
The battle began. Perhaps it was because of the successive defeats of his teammates, but the third-year cultivator from Wangjiang City went all out.
Using five water cones as the vanguard, he even sinisterly placed wind blades between the water cones.
Then, he used earth spikes. Finally, he made a hand seal and prepared raging waves.
Feng Shui and earth Daoist techniques were used together, and the series of connections was dazzling.
Meanwhile, the little fatty from Three-Mountain City only did one thing from beginning to end — charge.
He charged forward mindlessly, almost as if he was charging through the Daoist techniques that blotted out the sky and earth.
He charged in front of his opponent.
Then, he raised his fist and smashed it down.
The battle ended.
The little fatty's clothes were torn everywhere, but his exposed fat was still white with a tinge of red.
Meanwhile, his opponent had already fallen.
Everyone was stunned.
"His physical defense is too strong!" Ling He exclaimed.
"Is he a pure martial artist?"
"No, that last punch was the Overturning Rock Fist. He used a Daoist technique. "
"There's no performance like the Stone Skin Technique. Why is his defense so strong?"
After all, these people were young and inexperienced. They discussed for a long time but didn't have a clue.
Suddenly, the hunchbacked old man who had been listening for a long time said, "It's the Kun Skin Drum, a permanently solidified Daoist technique."
However, he wasn't willing to say more about the specific information about this Daoist technique.
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