Furious Cursing
"You're courting death!"
The outcome was already clear, but Ziyu still dared to attack. If Moyang still tolerated it, then he wouldn't be Mu Yun's disciple!
With a puchi sound, the Azure Dragon Sword in Moyang's scabbard immediately flew out. A line of blood floated in the air.
Ziyu screamed as the daggers in his hands fell to the ground once again. Two lines of blood could be clearly seen on his palms.
"The outcome is already clear, yet you still launched a sneak attack. Are you courting death?"
"The outcome isn't clear. If you don't kill me, then it's not considered a victory."
"If it wasn't for the rules, you would already be a corpse."
Looking at Ziyu, Moyang said coldly.
This time, Moyang clearly had the upper hand. However, Ziyu was unwilling to lose, so he attacked again. Even Luo Fu had nothing to say about this outcome.
"Trash, trash, trash!"
After calling out three trash in a row, Ci Yu's face was terrifyingly gloomy.
"This is the fourth match. Song Jingcai, I don't need to tell you what to do."
"Yes, teacher!"
The fourth match was the most important one. If Senior Class 5 lost, then it would be a complete loss. If Senior Class 5 won, then there was still a chance of victory.
Song Jingcai was the class monitor of High Class Five. He was at the fifth level of the Spiritual Cave Realm, a genius who had opened his Sea of Breath Meridian. His strength wasn't bad, but the most frightening thing was that he looked exactly like Ci Yu.
The fourth match was Mu Fengxing's turn!
Song Jingcai's attacks were ruthless. He didn't rely on dodging or defending, but on exchanging a life for a life.
It had to be said that this kind of fighting method was extremely dangerous.
However, Song Jingcai's famous battle was this kind of fighting method. Later on, he suffered serious injuries all over his body and forced a martial artist who was two levels higher than him to admit defeat.
This kind of lunatic, unless he was completely defeated, the battle wouldn't end.
This was something everyone knew.
"Mu Fengxing, I lost to you two years ago. Now, I won't lose to you again!" Song Jingcai said as he looked at Mu Fengxing.
Two years ago, when he and Mu Fengxing were both students of the elementary class, there was a battle between the two of them. That battle was a humiliation to him.
And now, two years had passed. Facing Mu Fengxing again, Song Jingcai was already the class monitor of Senior Class 5.
He had originally thought that Mu Fengxing would cower in the beginner class for the rest of his life due to the impact of that incident. Who would have thought that Mu Fengxing would be promoted all the way to the advanced class nine?
As for Mu Fengxing, he was actually able to suppress the shadow in his heart and was now representing Senior Class 9.
"If I am defeated by someone I once defeated, then I, Mu Fengxing, might as well not cultivate for the rest of my life." Looking at Song Jingcai, Mu Fengxing indifferently said.
"You guys from the ninth class are really arrogant!"
"Arrogance needs to be backed up!"
The moment the two of them stepped onto the stage, the smell of gunpowder filled the air. The battle was on the verge of breaking out.
"Begin!"
With a low shout, the two figures collided with each other.
Mu Fengxing cultivated in the Divine Phantom Sect, so his movement technique was strange and fast. What was surprising was that Song Jingcai's movement technique was also strange and unpredictable.
At this moment, the two figures completely clashed on the stage. It was impossible to tell who had the advantage and who had the disadvantage.
"How is it?"
"Mu Fengxing should have the advantage, but Song Jingcai's methods are ruthless. Mu Fengxing doesn't want to get injured, so he's dragging it out."
"This Song Jingcai is despicable!" Xiao Qingyu curled his lips.
"You can't say that. If Song Jingcai doesn't go all out, then the fifth class will lose. So he will definitely fight to the death. But Mu Fengxing still has to consider the following matches, so he can't go all out. At the very least, he can't guarantee that he won't get injured."
"It's indeed troublesome!"
The few of them naturally understood the pros and cons of this.
If Mu Fengxing got injured, then the ninth class would lose a powerful assistant in the following matches.
Therefore, they had to win this match, but they couldn't afford to get injured.
However, Song Jingcai's cultivation was higher than Zhen Ping's, so it wouldn't be easy to deal with him.
On the stage, the two figures exchanged blows, and the sound of fists and feet colliding constantly rang out.
Boom …
In the end, following a loud bang, the two figures separated from each other as soon as they made contact.
Mu Fengxing's forehead was covered in sweat, while on the other side, Song Jingcai was panting with sweat dripping down his face.
"Ah, Mu Fengxing, I have to admit that you're strong. But even if I, Song Jingcai, lose this match, I'll drag you down with me."
"Drag me down with you? You're not worthy! "
"You'll know after you try!"
Looking at Mu Fengxing, Song Jingcai slammed his palm on the ground, causing layers of dust to fly up.
With a ripping sound, Song Jingcai's palm was covered in blood. As the blood dripped onto the ground, it gradually formed a complicated pattern on the ground.
Song Jingcai's hands suddenly plunged into the pattern, and the blood on his fingertips flowed even faster.
"Seal of Life and Death!"
With a roar, Song Jingcai dragged the seal with both hands and charged towards Mu Fengxing.
Buzz … Buzz … Buzz …
At the same time, four dark red blood seals exploded around Mu Fengxing.
The sudden appearance of the four blood seals was something no one had expected.
The four blood seals exploded, turning into wisps of black gas that charged towards Mu Fengxing.
"Ten Thousand Shadows Palm!"
Seeing the wisps of black gas approaching, Mu Fengxing had no choice but to use the Ten Thousand Shadows Palm. His palm technique struck the air, causing popping sounds.
The wisps of black gas were broken, but there were still a few wisps of black gas that penetrated the palm technique and drilled into Mu Fengxing's arm.
"I've lost!"
Seeing this scene, Song Jingcai stood up with blood dripping from his hands. He lowered his head and admitted defeat, then decisively turned around and left the stage.
Class 9 had won the competition again after four consecutive victories.
But this time, the meaning of winning the competition was extraordinary because it was the top five. The top five represented the elite students of the Leifeng Academy, second only to the hundred people on the Spiritual Ranking.
"Mu Fengxing, come down!"
Mu Yun had already hurriedly called Mu Fengxing down.
"Sit down!"
"Big Brother, I'm fine!"
"I told you to sit down!" Mu Yun said without hesitation, "Now, circulate your Qi Hai Acupoint and try …"
"Okay!"
Hiss …
However, just as Mu Fengxing nodded and began to circulate his Qi Hai Acupoint, a piercing pain erupted from his Qi Hai Acupoint and even caused pain in the other acupoints in his body.
"How can this be?" Mu Fengxing's face turned ugly.
"My guess was right. Song Jingcai used the Blood Seal Technique. This type of technique is extremely harmful to a cultivator. It seems that in order to injure you, class 5 is really ruthless."
"Then Instructor Mu …"
"Don't worry, this Blood Seal Technique won't harm you. It's just that you can't use your Qi Hai Acupoint for a short period of time. Otherwise, all the acupoints in your body will feel a piercing pain. Although it won't harm a cultivator, that kind of piercing pain is simply unbearable. So, in the following competition …"
As Mu Yun spoke, her gaze fell on Moyang and the other three.
"Everyone, listen to me. It's not easy for us, Advanced Class 9, to reach this stage. I know that everyone has done their best. To be able to defeat Advanced Class 5, we're already famous in the Lightning Peak Academy. Next … do what you can. It doesn't matter if we're the champions. In our hearts, we're always the champions, right?"
"No!"
As Mu Yun's words fell, Huang Wuji suddenly shouted, "How can this be? Winning the championship is not for ourselves, not for class 9! "
"If it weren't for you, Instructor Mu, we would still be Elementary Class 9. We would still be the trash class that everyone ridiculed. No instructor would be willing to lead us and lead us to greatness."
"You're the one who let us see hope and win the championship. We're not doing it for ourselves, but for you. Now you want us to give up? How can we … How can we face you!"
Huang Wuji's voice choked and his words were intermittent.
Hearing this, the other students also lowered their heads.
This time, they weren't fighting for themselves, but for Mu Yun!
However, things had reached this stage …
Class 9 was limited to only five people. Now that Mu Fengxing was seriously injured, how could he endure the piercing pain all over his body to fight?
With four people, how could they continue fighting?
Their opponents were each stronger than the last.
Advanced Class 4 was taught a lesson by them last time because their strongest student didn't fight. Advanced Class 3 was Wang Xinyu's class, and they were full of monsters.
Advanced Class 1 and Advanced Class 2 were needless to say.
After being shouted at by Huang Wuji, Mu Yun was stunned on the spot.
Then, Mu Yun smiled bitterly, patted Huang Wuji's shoulder, and walked up the stage.
The rise of Senior Class Nine had made many people unhappy.
Now, it was supposed to be a normal fight, but it became a desperate fight. They used all kinds of methods to injure his students and make them unable to fight.
What else could he do after being forced into this situation?
Let go?
That was nonsense!
Fight!
He could only fight!
Stepping on the stage, Ci Yu was already standing on the stage.
Looking at his opponent, Mu Yun smiled.
Looking around and looking at the tens of thousands of students, Mu Yun spoke.
"Today, I, Mu Yun, will stand here and tell you what a genius is and what a trash is!
"Advanced Class 9 is my class and my students. Every one of them is a genius. They won't fail or give up, so they will definitely walk to the end and win first place.
"And all of you are trash who only know how to play tricks!" Pointing at the people in Class 5, Mu Yun scolded, "All of you are trash. You are not as strong as your opponents, so you came up with such despicable methods!
"Yan Yunyu, Xiao Buyu, Ci Yu, you can only be trash. I, Mu Yun, will trample all of you under my feet.
"Today, I, Mu Yun, only want to ask one thing. Which one of you is trash and which one of you is a match for me, Mu Yun? Which one of you can be a match for me, Mu Yun?
"Today, I, Mu Yun, will lead my Class 9 to secure first place in the advanced class. I will trample all of you trash under my feet. If you have any treacherous methods, take them out!"
Mu Yun stood in front of tens of thousands of people, pointing at the people he wanted to scold and cursing.
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