Chapter Fifty: Wang Yibiu
as defeat them, break them, from body to spirit.So he didn't even glance at the two of them, flew to Chiyun Mountaintop, and only gave Ye Qingyu a slight smile: "Your divine powers are already being u...Just as Sun Xiaoyan won the shocking victory, Lin Zhengli, who had just woken up from a coma, was muttering complaints in a low voice behind his older brother.
"Why make me admit defeat Back then, if you had woken me up, I might have been able to fight!"
"Then what" Lin Zhengren said without looking back.
“If it wasn't carelessness, how could Manzi have a chance Let alone this guy from Fenglin City, he didn't even manage to lay the foundation! Letting him win the championship, I can't accept it!”
"Even if you beat him, in terms of points, he's still the first-year champion. It's meaningless. Besides..." Lin Zhengren's mouth twitched slightly, "What if you lose instead"
"How is that possible!" Lin Zhengli looked around, then lowered his voice and said unwillingly, "You don't believe me I would lose to him"
“Who knows” Lin Zhengren smiled lightly.
Lin Zhengli felt a kind of scornful anger, especially since he had been beaten publicly in front of so many people before.
He was about to say something when Lin Zhengren suddenly turned around and grabbed his collar.
"Remember! You have already used your foolish tree against the enemy."
He lowered his voice and said, "If you don't have absolute certainty, don't give your enemies the chance to succeed. He hasn't defeated any of you, and his leader is far from perfect."
He let go of his younger brother and turned back to watch the competition. There was not a trace of gloom on his refined face.
Don't make excuses for him.
The wheel battle stage went well for Fenglin City. They didn't face any internal conflict in the first round.
Li Jianqiu stood by, while Wang Changxiang and Sun Xiaoyan battled in the first round.
Neither side showed any intention of changing their fighting style.
Sun Xiaoyan was still charging forward aimlessly, while Wang Changxiang still started with a fog-based opening.
"What the heck! Fog again!"
“That's right! I can't see anything!”
Even the onlookers who couldn't see the match weren't giving the Wang family any face.
But the audience's opinion was obviously not within Wang Changxiang's consideration.
Sun Xiao Yan bumped around in the fog, hitting nothing. But after the Dao Jue was completed, the wind rose and the fog dissipated.
That gentle breath passed through the fingers, instantly erupting into a frenzy, transforming into a whirlwind. Roaring, it crashed through the thick fog, striking Sun Xiaoyan head-on!
“Oh!” the little fat boy roared, sounding more like a piglet than anything intimidating.
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But his strength is undeniable. He still tries to charge forward in the howling tornado!
Her clothes were torn to shreds by the wind, and her face was flushed red.
He dug his feet into the ground, but the tiles cracked beneath him, and he retreated step by step.
Out of the game, you lose.
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Sun Xiaoyan began to chant incantations. It was extremely difficult for him to do so in such a tornado, but he managed to succeed nonetheless.
A stone wall appeared before him, but it was shattered in an instant by the wind.
The gravel hit Sun Xiaoyan's body, sending her completely out of control. She was lifted halfway into the air and thrown outside the field.
The Kunpi drum's defensive capabilities are indeed formidable. Even within this powerful tornado, he shows no signs of injury. The stones that strike him don't even leave a bruise.
But he still lost.
Sun Xiaoyan's defense is almost impenetrable at this stage. If it were a real fight, Wang Changxiang might not be able to do anything about him. But this is a competition. Even if he wins by being thrown out of the game.
Jiang Wang sighed softly, because he suddenly realized that no matter whether he faced Wang Changxiang or Sun Xiaoyan, he seemed to have no good way. The Four Spirit Refining Body's defense was obviously not as good as the Kunpi Drum, and although the Purple Qi Coming from the East Sword Technique was fierce, it probably couldn't break through the defense. If he had a good weapon, there might be a chance. At present, he couldn't beat this little fat guy.
As for Wang Changxiang, once he unleashes his Dragonstorm, he'll only have the option to run.
That's a top-tier Dao technique! In the entire Fenglin City Daoist Academy, including all the instructors, how many people could even use it
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"Wind Sparrow," the hunchbacked old man spoke again. "His true Dao pulse should be Wind Sparrow, born with the power to control wind and move Yuan energy. That's why he can use Grade A Dao Arts despite being lower ranked."
This was Jiang Wang's first time hearing about a Feng Que Dao pulse true spirit. During the Dao Institute's lectures on Dao pulse knowledge, instructors had only described the Tu Qiong true spirit. Jiang Wang once thought that all Dao pulse true spirits were Tu Qiong.
Knowledge often speaks volumes about one's capabilities.
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Jiang Wang and the others exchanged glances, their attitude becoming much more respectful towards this elderly man with a sleazy appearance.
"Excuse me, sir, may I ask your name" Huang Azhan coughed lightly, his attitude respectful and courteous.
Perhaps harboring resentment for his previous impertinence, the hunched old man treated Huang Ajian with hostility. He let out a cold snort and refused to respond.
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“That’s right, what’s your last name, grandpa” Jiang An’an suddenly turned her head back, her big eyes filled with curiosity: “I always see you, but I don’t know how to call you.”
"Gu!" The little girl Qingzhi next to him had just opened her mouth when the hunched old man already smiled brightly and took over: "My surname is Gui, you can just call me Grandpa Gui."
“This surname is too elegant.” Huang Ajian shook his head and started to savor it.
His flattery will continue unabated.
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Even Jiang An'an and Qingzhi hurriedly turned their heads, returning their gaze to the stage.
The second round of fighting has begun.
Wang Changxiang versus Li Jianqiu.
Whether it's the ranking on the Dao Hun list, or their current fighting prowess, Wang Changxiang holds a crushing advantage. But for some reason, Jiang Wang always felt that Li Jianqiu was more than just that.
"Wang Shixiong, can we not use the Breath of the Dragon Cyclone technique It feels too underhanded," Li Jianqiu proposed a truce before the fight began.
Wang Changxiang had already recovered his Dao Yuan reserves, his spirit and energy complete. Hearing this, he simply smiled: "Junior brother is joking."
Consistent gentleness.
The hand seal is complete, the mist dissipates.
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Li Jianqiu also happened to spread his arms wide at this moment, and a strong wind suddenly arose.
Inferior Dao Technique of the Third Rank, Summon Wind!
This is not the miasma of Xiaolin Town, it can be dispelled by an ordinary wind.
To sum it up, the fog itself isn't an unsolvable mystical art. What's truly impossible to crack is the whirlwind of breath. In the previous two battles, my opponents weren't without ways to dispel the fog, they simply chose to prioritize their own defenses first. They just didn't expect to be broken in one fell swoop.
In the venue where the mist had dissipated, Wang Changxiang kept muttering incantations, his voice calm: "Brother Li wasn't interested in the Wind-Traveling Technique before."
The world of Taoism is vast and boundless, but it's better to be specialized than general, and profound than extensive.
Li Jianqiu's sword formation was complete. With both hands, he drew out two flaming swords. Pointing his toes, he shot into the sky like an eagle.
"For my senior brother's learning!"
At this moment, he was soaring through the air, his aura as powerful as a rainbow.
Wang Changxiang's face remained unchanged, he clasped his hands together in front of his lips. His index and middle fingers were touching, while his thumb and little finger were pressed together at the end. In the triangular area formed by his middle and ring fingers, he opened his mouth and exhaled gently.
Blast of the dragon tornado!
That wisp of breath instantly transformed into a whirlwind. Li Jianqiu was already close, and with no room to maneuver, he suddenly tumbled several times in mid-air.
“Good!” Huang A-zhan clapped his hands in applause.
In almost all circumstances, before the opening of Heaven's Gate, human beings could hardly fly with their physical bodies. This levitation ability displayed by Li Jianqiu is astounding.
But everyone around him looked at Huang Ajian with the eyes of an idiot. Huang Ajian patted a few times, then shrank his head in dismay.
Although Li Jianqiu's aerial backflip was stunning, flipping out of the ring was almost tantamount to admitting defeat.
Li Jianqiu landed, dissipating the flames from his double-wielded swords. He looked surprised: "Your Breath of the Dragon Cyclone is already this fast"
He couldn't help but be surprised. Any discerning cultivator present could see it. The opportunity to defeat Li Jianqiu lay only in his completion of the Dragon-Whirlwind Breath technique before him, but no one knew that he not only mastered a first-class Dao Technique, but also controlled it with such proficiency, such speed, and even shortened the incantation time!
This also means that in the previous battle, he didn't need such a long preparation time at all. The mist was merely a trivial smokescreen, one that obscured the eyes of opponents like Li Jianqiu.
"Slow down, I feel something's going to happen." Wang Changxiang said with a gentle smile.
Li Jianqiu was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled with relief.
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"I lost."
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The champion of the Three Cities Debate for third-year students has been decided. Wang Changxiang emerged victorious after two consecutive wins, returning home in triumph.
After this battle, Wang Changxiang earned a new nickname, "One-Blow King"...
This means that no matter who his opponent is, he can defeat them with just one blow. Of course, it also expresses that he only needs one breath of power.
As Huang A-zhan would say, it's short but powerful.
Now that Li Jianqiu and Sun Xiaoyan's fight was no longer affecting the outcome, their battle became perfunctory.
Although it still looked fierce to the onlookers, Li Jianqiu almost perfectly demonstrated the ferocity of the Huo Xing Dao technique, his incantations flying like arrows. Sun Xiaoyan also once again relied on her Kun Pi drum to charge recklessly. Before close combat, Li Jianqiu gracefully retreated out of range and conceded defeat once more.
But in Jiang Wang's view, Li Jianqiu hadn't exerted his full strength. Because from beginning to end, the ancient and simple sword at his waist had never been unsheathed.
The crowd gathered, witnessing the battle of the Dao Institute's five-year students.
As close disciples, Jiang Wang naturally went up to console Li Jianqiu a few words.
But Li Jianqiu spoke first: "I had a surprise prepared, but there was no opportunity to perform."
Jiang Wang knew he was talking about Wang Changxiang's astonishingly fast completion speed of the Dragon Tornado Breath technique.
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Just now against Sanshan City, why didn't Senior Brother give it a try
Though the fight was dazzling, anyone with eyes could see that Li Jianqiu had no intention of winning.
Li Jianqiu gave a wry smile. “Firstly, his defensive Taoist techniques may not be something I can break through. Secondly, the second and third don’t matter.”
He turned and walked out.
"The competition is about to begin!" Jiang Wang reminded.
Li Jianqiu had already left with his sword: “No more looking.”already been "entrusted with a heavy responsibility," Jiang Wang was setting foot on the grassland for the first time.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Looking around,...