Because of me, killing you is as easy as stepping on an ant!
… …
Zhen Fang's words echoed in Lin Muyu's heart like a giant bell. That's right, when you are weaker than others, wouldn't it be as easy as stepping on an ant for them to kill you?
Lightly curling the corner of her mouth, Lin Muyu gripped the Prairie Burning Sword tightly and said: "Then let's try!"
Without any warning, Zhen Fang suddenly struck with his sword!
"Xiu!"
The sound of the sword cutting through the air was extremely ear-piercing. Moreover, it suddenly stabbed four times in a row, leaving deep holes on the Black Tortoise Shell and Dragon Scale Wall.
Lin Muyu took several steps back, feeling as if his chest had suffered a heavy blow. The Black Tortoise Shell and Dragon Scale Wall were almost shattered in an instant. He looked at Zhen Fang in shock. This hedonistic son of a rich family was much, much stronger than Hua Wan. Moreover, the Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit that Zhen Fang was stepping on had definitely increased the strength of his attacks and even had an extremely strong "penetrative" ability. This was because Lin Muyu felt waves of piercing pain on his skin. The opponent's sword qi could actually pass through the Black Tortoise Shell and Dragon Scale Wall to injure him?
The Wind Character Formula of the Imperial Wind Sword Art was activated. The Prairie Burning Sword flew with the wind and blew Zhen Fang's hair.
"En?"
Zhen Fang was suddenly startled and hurriedly moved to the side. The Prairie Burning Sword almost brushed past his face. Blood splattered and a small wound appeared on his face.
"Courting death!"
Zhen Fang instantly flew into a rage out of humiliation. He suddenly stomped on the ground and shouted: "Golden Bell Shield!"
Rays of golden light appeared and surrounded his body. The martial spirit's ability formed a shield. Immediately afterwards, he used his killing move. His figure swayed and he retreated several steps. He raised one hand and the longsword actually flew through the air. Zhen Fang closed his eyes and trembled all over. Dou Qi flowed through his meridians and with a low roar, dozens of longswords appeared in the air and stabbed at Lin Muyu.
"Myriad Sword Art!"
Lin Muyu was shocked and hurriedly activated the Green Rock Armor. She held the sword with both hands and quickly raised it to form a shield!
Clang clang clang!
The deafening sound of metal clashing could be heard incessantly. Almost all of the sparring partners could not help but cover their ears. When they looked again, Lin Muyu's Mystic Tortoise Shell had already been shattered, and her Dragon Scale Wall was riddled with thousands of holes. What was even worse was that her green robes were also riddled with holes. Streams of blood flowed from her chest and arms. She had no way of blocking Zhen Fang's attack!
Since he couldn't defend, he could only attack!
Making up her mind, Lin Muyu raised her hand, and four flying knives shot out like lightning. They were the Demonic Noise Knives. At the same time, she let out a low roar and gathered her Zhen Qi once again. Streaks of lightning poured into the Burning Prairie Sword, and the Martial Spirit Gourd shone brightly. Streaks of green vines rolled out from the ground, heading straight for Zhenfang's feet.
Zhenfang sneered and raised his palm. His Dou Qi turned into a gust of wind. With a "hua" sound, the green vines were immediately crushed. Just by relying on the wind of Dou Qi, she was able to disperse Lin Muyu's attack. Her cultivation was too terrifying!
But how could Lin Muyu's move be so simple? Before Zhenfang could be proud of himself, a warm current came from behind him. Poisonous Liquid!
"What?!"
Zhenfang was startled and hurriedly dodged. However, he was multitasking. The moment he turned his body, he saw the dazzling lightning. Lin Muyu's Lightning Strike was directly aimed at his waist. Unable to dodge, Zhenfang steeled his heart and gathered the three pieces of Qi Armor at his waist. With a "peng" sound, the electric current dispersed along with the air. Lin Muyu's determined attack still did not hit.
On the contrary, Zhenfang brazenly turned his body to the side and launched a series of kicks. The front part of his boots was cast from steel, and with a "peng peng peng" sound, they continuously landed on Lin Muyu's chest.
"Shh-shh-shh …"
Sliding back a dozen meters along the stone floor, Lin Muyu pressed one hand on the ground to stop the impact. However, his five fingers had left five miserable bloody marks on the ground.
"Lin Zhi …" Qin Ziling was shocked.
Lei Hong also silently wriggled his lips. This young man's willpower and willpower had far exceeded his expectations. Facing Zhenfang, who had crushed him in strength, he was still able to counterattack and resist. This was really not easy.
…
The blood and Qi in his body surged. Lin Muyu only felt a sweet taste in his throat. However, he forced himself not to spit out this mouthful of blood. He could not admit defeat, otherwise, he would have no place to stand in Lanyan City!
"Xiu …"
Amidst the sharp whistling sound, the four flying daggers quickly turned around. Zhenfang turned his head and consecutively slashed out several times, quickly knocking away the four flying daggers one by one. However, what he did not expect was that the four flying daggers seemed to have a mind of their own and quickly gathered together, forming a four-wheeled flying dagger. The air silently exploded, and the Demonic Noise Dagger quickly turned around and launched another fierce attack.
"I can't bear it!"
Zhenfang roared angrily as he suddenly opened up his palms. Every finger was protected by the halo of the Golden Bell Shield. He actually wanted to block the Demonic Noise Dagger with his bare hands?
Lin Muyu stood at his original position, and with a wave of his hand, the sound waves from the Demonic Noise Fist rapidly exploded under the Demonic Noise Dagger. With a "peng" sound, the Demonic Noise Dagger trembled and changed its trajectory. In the end, it slashed across Zhenfang's shoulder!
"Pu!"
Another bloody wound appeared. This was the second time Zhenfang had been injured.
"Bastard!"
Zhenfang's face was flushed red as he turned around and rushed towards Lin Muyu. His longsword shone with a golden light, and the martial spirit Glazed Pagoda rapidly rose and fell, like a prison cell, trapping Lin Muyu within.
Lin Muyu's heart turned cold, and he hurriedly tried to break free. However, his entire body was unable to move.
"Still thinking of escaping from this daddy's Spirit Locked Pagoda?" Zhenfang's handsome face was contorted. This brat named Lin Muyu had caused him to suffer great humiliation. A Heaven Realm martial artist was actually injured by an Earth Realm martial artist. This was something he could not accept.
Trapped within the Spirit Locked Pagoda, Lin Muyu saw that Zhenfang's sure-kill attack was about to reach him. Lin Muyu roared madly, and used all the True Qi in his body, but was still unable to break free.
At the moment of imminent peril, a sudden pressure descended from the sky!
"Stop!"
The Spirit Locked Pagoda's Dou Qi halo quickly dissipated. This Dou Qi was far stronger than Zhenfang's. In the end, he and Lin Muyu both looked up, only to see the Head Deacon Lei Hong standing proudly in the air, with the Saint realm energy in his hands. His eyes were filled with an unparalleled majesty as he said: "This battle has ended. Lin Zhi has held on for a minute without dying. He has officially become a Gold Star Sparring Master of the Temple!"
…
Lin Muyu finally heaved a sigh of relief. In that instant, she felt as though death was shrouding her. Indeed, Zhenfang had already made up his mind to kill her. If it wasn't for Lei Hong, she would most likely have lost her life here.
Lei Hong floated back to his seat. Deacon Ge Yang, who was not far away, slowly walked down the steps and arrived in front of Lin Muyu. He then took out a golden insignia and wore it on his chest. It was a Gold Star insignia, the same as the Gold Star Instructor's. The difference was that the Gold Star Instructor's insignia was a Gold Star with a sword in front of it, while Lin Muyu's insignia was a shield.
"Alright, Lin Zhi's skills are extraordinary, and Young Duke Zhenfang's is also powerful and invincible. This battle ends here."
Ge Yang was a good person. He smiled and said with a trembling voice, "Congratulations, Lin Zhi. From now on, you are a Gold Star Instructor of the Holy Temple. Your salary is 100 Jin Yin coins from the treasury every month. Heh, your luck is not bad. This kind of treatment is the same as the Gold Star Instructor. Work hard!"
Lin Muyu nodded. At the same time, he looked down. There were a total of 11 sword holes and 8 wounds on his clothes. Although they were not deep and could not be considered serious injuries, this Zhenfang's strength was too terrifying.
Zhenfang was also looking at him from afar. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said, "Just you wait, I will come again to learn from you!"
Lei Hong had already stood up. He said, "The trial is over. Deacon Ge Yang will arrange the training tasks for this morning."
…
As he spoke, Lei Hong, the Great Deacon, had already flicked his sleeves and left. Ge Yang unfolded a scroll and announced with an old voice, "The training for this morning is — Zheng Shanhe against Lu Fang, Zhang Wei against Lin Zhi, Lei Ying against Liu Kai … Sun Wei against Qin Ziling …"
After a long time, Qin Ziling's opponent was finally reported. His opponent was called Sun Wei. This made him heave a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, it is Iron Star Instructor Sun Wei. Oh right, Lin Zhi, how are your injuries? Can you still continue training?"
"I can."
After Lin Muyu used his Qi to heal his injuries, all the bleeding had stopped. However, his clothes were covered with bloody sword holes, which looked a little frightening. The only bad thing about him was that his Qi was severely damaged. He only had less than 60% of it left.
"Brother Lin Zhi, let's go this way!"
Zhang Wei was a straightforward person. He put his arm around Lin Muyu's shoulder and walked towards a training room not far away. The steel door was opened by a servant and the two of them entered. They then quickly closed the door, as if afraid that the battle inside would affect others.
"You went through a continuous battle this morning. You should not have much Qi left, right?" Zhang Wei asked with a smile. Although he looked like a hot-tempered boorish person, he was still quite meticulous.
Lin Muyu smiled gratefully. "I still have about 60% left."
"That's good. That's enough. I will also use 60% of my strength to train with you."
Zhang Wei raised his hand and summoned his martial soul, the Fire Bear. The flames on his fists rose sharply. He smiled and said, "I practice a fist technique called the Fiery Soul Fist. My fist moves in all directions. It is very powerful and straightforward. It is derived from the God of War, Xiang Wentian's Fiery Fist. It is very suitable for killing enemies on the battlefield!"
Lin Muyu had already experienced Zhang Wei's fist technique. It was indeed powerful and natural. On the other hand, the Demon Sound Fist that she learned from Qu Chu was more focused on long-range attacks and neglected close combat. It seemed that Zhang Wei's Fiery Soul Fist was a good complement to the Demon Sound Fist. She should not spar with Zhang Wei, but rather learn.
"Master Zhang Wei, can I use my fist technique to spar with you?" Lin Muyu asked with a smile.
Zhang Wei nodded straightforwardly. "Why not? There are only the two of us in this training room. We can spar however we want."
"Many thanks!"
Very soon, sparks began to burst out from the training room. The two of them practiced back and forth, and were having a great time.
… …
However, Lin Muyu's close combat fist technique was really terrible. She was in a situation where she could only rely on the gourd to defend herself.
"Peng!"
With one strike, the airflow surged. Zhang Wei's horizontal punch was actually predicted and blocked by this brat. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Delightful, satisfying!"
Zhang Wei's lips curled up. "Brother Lin Zhi, how did you offend one of the twelve deacons, Zhen Fang?"
"I don't know either …" Lin Muyu made up an excuse and asked, "Who is this Zhen Fang? He's very strong, and he became a deacon of the Holy Sanctum at such a young age. He should have a strong background, right?"
"It's more than just having a strong background."
Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows and smiled. "The empire's current prosperity is all thanks to a famous general, Zhen Yifan. He led fifty thousand soldiers of the empire and defeated one hundred and seventy thousand soldiers in the battle of Liao Bei. He killed a hundred thousand of the enemy and captured forty thousand of them. He solved the crisis in the north in one fell swoop. Later on, he was worshipped as the Imperial Advisor by the current Emperor. He was honored as the Empire's God of War and conferred the title of Divine Marquis. This Zhen Fang is the son of Divine Marquis Zhen Yifan!"
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