In the human race, the exceptional martial arts techniques are passed on one-on-one, and can be paused midway, so the failure rate is very low.
But it’s not so friendly with the Fla Divine Scripture.
Tattooing yourself is understandably difficult.
You have to endure excruciating pain while concentrating to imprint it.
And there can’t be any mistakes.
For an ordinary Martial Artist, it’s practically as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Actually, Su Yue was just trying it out.
He had a significant advantage over others.
After all, Su Yue had already trained in many exceptional martial arts techniques, and was at least largely immune to the pain of imprinting.
Additionally, having trained in many exceptional martial arts techniques, he gradually beca familiar with the thod of imprinting.
It was indeed practice makes perfect.
Su Yue was training cautiously in the remote mountains.
Unknowingly, it turned to daylight.
Su Yue opened his eyes.
"I’ve practiced more than half of it, the remaining part is difficult, I’ll take it slow in the future.
"The competition is about to start, today it’s Beiwu against West Martial, I wonder who will win or lose."
Su Yue switched back to the human state and erased the traces of his training nearby.
The Fla Divine Scripture he practiced made the Life String particularly hot. Although it hadn’t completely sparked fire yet, it did char so of the nearby plants.
Su Yue feared people would notice it was a Life String, so he disguised the area so that even if soone ca, they would think a human martial artist was training a martial art.
Back to Dongwu.
Su Yue sensed the Qi Ring.
It was not bad, it seed that perhaps due to practicing the Fla Divine Scripture, the Qi Ring had slightly loosened.
The pity was that it still hadn’t completely broken through yet.
But Su Yue had already decided that regardless of whether he could break through today, he would plan to go on stage and try tomorrow.
The West Martial was bound to lose anyhow, he wanted to et that God.
...
At the competition venue.
The four participating teams were ready to roll up their sleeves and get on stage.
The first match was between Nanwu and Dongwu.
Because of Feng Jiajia, no one thought Nanwu had a chance to win, not even Nanwu itself considered winning.
Last night, the Nanwu captain went to see Feng Jiajia.
He made a request, hoping that the two’s greatest talents could make an appearance in front of everyone.
After all, Beiwu’s Liao Ping was already in the spotlight.
And West Martial Du Jing Shu had also made an appearance in the top eight competition.
Nanwu’s Tian Hongwei and Dongwu’s Wang Lu Feng had not yet perford in the finals, the young should be given more chances.
For Nanwu, this was the best outco.
Losing anyway, better to give Nanwu’s youngsters a chance.
After consulting with Wang Lu Feng, Feng Jiajia finally agreed to Nanwu’s proposal.
With her strength, she wasn’t afraid of any tricks the opponent might play.
The match was about to begin.
The first Martial Artist to step onto the stage was surprisingly a newcor from Nanwu.
The crowd was astonished.
Did Nanwu give up resistance already?
As Wang Lu Feng also stepped onto the platform, people finally realized that both Nanwu and Dongwu were planning to let the newcors perform a bit.
This was quite normal.
"Drawer brother, why are you challenging out of the blue, haven’t I ’rubbed’ against you before?"
On the platform, feeling the omnipresent cheers, Wang Lu Feng waved frequently to the crowd.
Nanwu was truly generous to make such a proposal.
Evidently allowing him to beco famous worldwide.
"My na is Tian Hongwei, please don’t call by that nickna, much less ntion ’drawer’."
Tian Hongwei gritted his teeth.
...
"Drawer, be cautious when you fight, try not to get injured."
Below the stage, the Nanwu combat team mbers instructed him in unison.
...
On the stage, Wang Lu Feng looked innocently at Tian Hongwei:
Did you see?
It’s not just calling you ’drawer’.
Your own people call you that too.
"Wang Lu Feng, you ruined my life."
Tian Hongwei’s eyes reddened, as though he had gasoline poured onto a fire.
"The match begins!"
As soon as the announcent was made, Tian Hongwei charged toward Wang Lu Feng like a lion with no regard for anything.
His fists were brimming with Gang Qi, like two blazing flas, causing a sonic boom in the air.
"Damn, because of a nickna, this is like a vendetta against a father’s murderer."
Wang Lu Feng was also startled by Tian Hongwei’s montum.
But he could handle it.
"Dual Blade Flow, Double Slash!"
Wang Lu Feng wielded two Bladeless Knives, instantly slashing out two arcs to resist Tian Hongwei’s bombardnt.
...
At the spectator stand, Su Yue hurried over.
"Has it already started?
"Huh, why did Dongwu dispatch Wang Lu Feng, where is God?
"Wow, his opponent’s head is so square, even squarer than a mahjong tile."
Su Yue plopped down beside Bai Xiaolong.
"Watch the match quietly, what a lousy analogy, his nickna is ’drawer’."
Bai Xiaolong said calmly.
But one cannot deny, the nickna ’drawer’ fits the character’s features.
How can a face be so square?
...
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
...
On the platform, Tian Hongwei seed possessed, his fists raining down on Wang Lu Feng like a deluge.
Disregarding costs.
Disregarding injury.
In one word, fight.
Initially, Wang Lu Feng could resist using the dual knives.
But after a while of bombardnt, Wang Lu Feng gradually couldn’t hold on.
Tian Hongwei seed to have entered a mad dog mode, attacking with no consideration for anything.
"For giving that nickna.
"For lacking manners.
"For being shaless.
"You gave a nickna, may you die miserably.
"You ruined my life, you inconsiderate bastard."
While wildly beating, Tian Hongwei cursed, making everyone around look at each other in astonishnt.
Being this angry, this is indeed a hatred of not sharing the sa sky.
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