“Elder Brother Jiang, long time no see!”
The handsome and elegant-looking Li Zhuifeng was clad in white, exuding a charming demeanor.
“Zhuifeng?”
Jiang Leng was taken aback. Very soon, the expression on the deadman face turned into one of joy. It had been many years since they, who were childhood friends, met again. This caused him to be unable to contain his joy.
“How is it? You didn’t expect this, right?”
Li Zhuifeng teased and seriously surveyed Jiang Leng. Although he addressed Jiang Leng as ‘Elder Brother Jiang’, his tone no longer had the respect of the past and was filled with casual mockery.
Jiang Leng’s joy faded from his face. He didn’t like to speak, but it didn’t mean that he was a fool with a low EQ.
Li Zhuifeng’s attitude made everything clear.
“Teac…Dean Bai is here too?”
Jiang Leng asked and glanced at the spectators stand, trying to find that imposing figure in his memories.
“You are unwilling to call him teacher now?”
Li Zhuifeng mocked. “You have truly forgotten all his kindness and become ungrateful. At the very least, everything you have now was given to you by Teacher!”
“You are wrong, everything I have now is given to me by MY teacher!”
Jiang Leng rebutted. “Moreover, I only have Sun Mo as my teacher!”
The two of them reminisced in a low voice, causing those below to feel extremely anxious.
“What’s going on? They seem to know each other?”
Ying Baiwu immediately didn’t like Li Zhuifeng when she saw the frivolous look on his face. “Don’t tell me Jiang Leng wants to show mercy?”
“He even called Jiang Leng ‘Elder Brother Jiang’ earlier. What do you think?”
Tantai Yutang’s lips twitched and he crossed his arms before his chest, putting a posture that stated that he was ready to watch a good show.
“The two of you are to exchange greetings and start the fight!”
Tong Yiming urged.
“Li Zhuifeng, please!”
Li Zhuifeng casually clasped his hands and before waiting for Jiang Leng to speak, he suddenly vanished and appeared before Jiang Leng like a gust of clear wind.
Swish~ Swish~ Swish~
His sword slashed down like a brush dipped in ink, gracefully filling a paper with words.
Many young girls in the audience screamed in excitement. This Li Zhuifeng, just based on his appearance, was indeed the pretty-boy type that could easily attract girls.
“Hmph!”
After seeing Li Zhuifeng’s rude manner, Tong Yiming coldly snorted. Such a student might be a genius but was simply too arrogant. Li Zhuifeng had to be disciplined and taught well, or he would definitely walk the wrong path.
Ding!
Jiang Leng brandished his dagger but didn’t take the initiative to attack.
“What’s wrong? Where’s your superb speed? Why don’t you use it and show me?”
Li Zhuifeng drifted around. His sword would pierce or slash out, and all his attacks were done in a flashy manner.
“Do you guys plan on making trouble?”
Jiang Leng asked in a low voice and continued to maintain a defensive posture.
“Hehe, why don’t you make a guess?”
Li Zhuifeng lifted his eyebrows and suddenly hastened the tempo. His sword suddenly transformed from a gentle spring rain into a torrential rainstorm, brimming with sharp killing intent that enveloped Jiang Leng.
Chi~ Chi~ Chi~
Numerous streams of sword qi whistled wildly, carving out finger-nail wide gorges on the floor.
Their figures moved nimbly about, dodging and weaving. Although they didn’t have any direct physical contact and only their weapons collided, the danger level in this fight far surpassed the time when Xuanyuan Po fought against Ding Yi. It was much more terrifying.
Tong Yiming involuntarily inhaled a breath of cold air when he watched the fight. How old were the two of them merely? Yet, they were actually so powerful?
Their combat styles were still lacking slightly and their stances and moves might not be so profound yet, but each of their movements revealed their individual battle strategy and their own thoughts on how the battle would flow. It also displayed their courage, intellect, and judgment. All these attributes had formed in them.
During their youth, many cultivators would pursue cultivation arts that could produce powerful might. They chased after tempering their bodies. However, to some high-ranking great teachers, this was just a waste of their potential.
A true great teacher would only guide students according to their individual attributes, allowing them to form their own battle intellect and drill it into them, making that a part of their instincts.
These great teachers felt that the strength of a cultivator didn’t lie in their bodies. Rather, it lay in their mind. Hence, as long as they corrected the mindset of their students, it would only be a matter of time before their students achieved success on their respective paths.
“The atmosphere seems to have turned heavy.”
Zhang Yanzong was bewildered. The major characters of the judging panel actually stopped talking. All of them were watching the battle intently. One must know that when Xuanyuan Po fought against Ding Yi in such a fascinating manner back then, they weren’t even this serious.
“Ordinary people watch the fight and seek thrill.”
“Only a minority of people would watch the way the combatants think when they use their moves, inspecting their inner qualities!”
Gu Xiuxun explained.
“What do you mean?”
Zhang Yanzong didn’t understand.
“At the star rank of Liang Hongda and the rest, what fascinating fight have they not seen before? They are so interested in this match because they can see the strong ‘battle intellect’ behind the two combatants.”
Gu Xiuxun was also quite capable. “For example, some fights are like a limerick; one would cast it to the back of their mind just after reading it once. But other fights are like famous pieces of writing, and the readers need time to process and ‘chew’ over the words in their minds.”
“Understood!”
Zhang Yanzong was suddenly enlightened. After that, he opened his eyes wide and seriously watched, wanting to remember every detail. Although he didn’t understand the concept now, he should be relatively clear after watching a few more times.
But at this moment, Li Zhuifeng suddenly stopped.
“Boring!”
Li Zhuifeng’s lips twitched and jumped off the stage.
Hua~
This scene caused many spectators to be stunned. What was going on?
“I’m not willing to be a monkey and be stared at by all of you!”
Li Zhuifeng felt disdain. Moreover, he tested it earlier. He knew if he didn’t go all out, he wouldn’t be able to kill Jiang Leng. Since that was the case, this fight had lost all its meaning. After all, he couldn’t go all out for a mere event.
“Zhuifeng!”
Jiang Leng called out.
“Don’t be anxious. We will meet again soon!”
Lu Zhuifeng smiled in an evily charming manner, and this caused many girls to scream in excitement again.
Sun Mo frowned and activated Divine Sight.
Li Zhuifeng, 13 years old.
Potential value: Extremely high!
Note: A genius among genius; his body constitution is one in ten thousand. He has also received Dean Bai’s guidance and has new spirit runes tattooed on him, allowing his strength to go up another level.
Among his peers, there doesn’t seem to be anyone that can be a match for him.
Note: Don’t try to find his flaws, he has no weaknesses.
“Teacher, Dean Bai might come here!”
Jiang Leng returned and reminded Sun Mo in a low voice.
“Mn!”
Sun Mo patted Jiang Leng’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’m here to deal with everything!”
Sensing the warmth of his teacher’s hand on his shoulder, Jiang Leng suddenly felt at ease. (That’s right, I still have my teacher.)
As Li Zhuifeng forfeited, the first victor of ‘A’ group became Jiang Leng.
The competition continued, but Liang Hongda and the other major characters felt a little bored now. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were judges, two of them would have left to chase after Li Zhuifeng to recruit him as their personal student.
Westmountain Academy, at a lake near the mountains.
“How are things?”
Bai Wenzhang sat at the lake’s side. There was a charcoal brush in his hands and he was drawing a spirit rune.
“Very strong, all the damaged runes on his body should have been repaired.”
Li Zhuifeng reported.
“Oh!”
Bai Wenzhang sank into contemplation. He wanted to re-inspect Jiang Leng and have a good chat with Sun Mo.
It seemed like the greatest reward of him making this trip down to Westmountain City was him meeting Jiang Leng again and learning of this person named Sun Mo.
“Maybe, I can find out a way to improve the new spirit rune from Sun Mo.”
Bai Wenzhang suddenly felt some anticipation in meeting with Sun Mo.
‘B’ Group. Ying Baiwu went up the stage, but before Tong Yiming could announce the start of the match, her opponent, Wu Yan, already started complaining.
“It’s one thing that she is using a long-range weapon, but it clearly is of the saint-tier. To opponents like us, isn’t this a little too unfair?”
Wu Yan’s voice was very loud. He had a depressed look on his face as he looked at the audience. Clearly, he wanted to gain their sympathy.
He didn’t request for Ying Baiwu to fight in close combat against him. He only wanted her to change her weapon, or he really wouldn’t have a chance to win.
Tong Yiming wanted to speak, but Ying Baiwu spoke out first.
“Sure, I can change to another bow.”
The iron-headed girl didn’t mind this and directly tossed her Wind King Divine Bow to Jiang Leng. After that, she looked at Tong Yiming. “You guys should have bows available, right? Can you give me one?”
“How heavy do you want the replacement bow to be?”
Tong Yiming asked as he smiled at Ying Baiwu. He liked the iron-headed girl’s personality.
“Anything is fine with me as long as the bow doesn’t weigh more than two stones.”
Ying Baiwu didn’t mind.
“Ah?”
Wu Yan was stunned. He thought that he had to argue more before he could get Ying Baiwu to change her weapon. After all, this was for the sake of becoming the first place in the ‘B’ group. Who would have expected that she would agree to his request so cleanly?
Wu Yan suddenly felt a little ashamed when he looked at Ying Baiwu’s calm expression. She had never thought of relying on her weapon to gain the advantage!
It was him who misjudged her using the heart of a lowly person.
Very soon, a guard passed over a longbow made of ox horn.
“Do you need to inspect it?”
Tong Yiming asked.
“No need! No need!”
Wu Yan hurriedly rejected. That longbow had been on the back of the guard, so it was evident that it was manufactured from a common weapon shop.
Three minutes later, after both parties exchanged greetings, the match started.
“Fight in close combat, don’t give her the chance to use her bow!”
Wu Yan’s personal teacher roared loudly, wanting to use such a method to give Ying Baiwu pressure. Sadly, he underestimated the iron-headed girl’s ability to resist pressure too much.
Usually, archers would favor the long range. But this time around, Ying Baiwu stood at her original ground and didn’t move. She directly pulled the bowstring. In fact, she didn’t even bother to take an arrow out from her quiver.
“It can’t be possible, right?”
Just as the audience was greatly shocked, guessing that Ying Baiwu didn’t need arrows even when using an ordinary bow, numerous translucent arrows already arced through the night sky like shooting stars, aiming straight for Wu Yan.
Wow!
All the people exclaimed in shock!
Wu Yan’s heart instantly turned to dead ashes. There were so many arrows; how could he dodge them? He did his best and waved his saber around, creating a cluster of saber shadows around him.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The spirit qi arrows continuously collapsed, and the powerful impact also caused Wu Yan to stagger back continuously. After this wave of attacks was over, he saw another six arrows suddenly appearing in Ying Baiwu’s bow.
(Damn, are you planning to shoot six arrows in rapid succession?)
(How can I win then?)
“Forfeit, we will forfeit!”
Wu Yan’s personal teacher shouted. He didn’t want to see his student being penetrated by the arrows.
After hearing this, Ying Baiwu stared at Wu Yan.
“I…I forfeit!”
Wu Yan answered as he blushed.
Pak!
The arrows in Ying Baiwu’s hand vanished. After that, she returned the bow to that guard and walked to Sun Mo’s side.
“Hey, is your archery technique an average-grade saint-tier one?”
Wu Yan was curious.
“It’s a peerless saint-tier one!”
Ying Baiwu frowned, she didn’t like her teacher’s cultivation art being looked down on.
“Where did you learn it from?” Wu Yan continued to ask. “It must be something passed down in your family, right? What do your ancestors do? Are there divine archers among them?”
“It was naturally taught to me by my teacher!”
Ying Baiwu rolled her eyes. Passed down in her family? (In my home, other than a lazy father who wants to sell me to a brothel to make money, there’s nothing else!)