"Those who truly don’t care, won’t bring it up.
"You’re several years older than him and have practiced for years more, but in that brutal match just now, the loser was you."
Swish!
Mu Cheng focused and drew her longsword.
Rumble!
This ti, ng Yang took the initiative to strike, blocking all of Mu Cheng’s escape routes. The fierce thunder light gathered into a fearso thunder dragon, rampaging with indescribable violence.
Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink!
Mu Cheng’s pupils narrowed; her superb swordsmanship was no joke either.
After a bout of intense confrontation, Mu Cheng was forced to the edge of the stage, but she also managed to block ng Yang’s Thunder Fist.
Swish!
Mu Cheng seized an opening, her figure flickered, and she quickly darted towards the center of the stage.
But ng Yang pursued relentlessly.
Unfortunately, due to severe injuries to his left waist, and having released too much Qi Blood, the wound tore open again, causing excruciating pain.
But ng Yang was anxious, wanting to throw Mu Cheng off the stage as soon as possible.
So, despite the injury, he unleashed the Thunder Fist again.
Regrettably, due to the waist injury and releasing too hastily, this Thunder Fist couldn’t compare to the previous punch.
Though Mu Cheng blocked ssily, she managed to ward it off again.
Moreover, Mu Cheng took advantage of an opening and counterattacked ng Yang with a sword, though she missed the wound, she hit ng Yang’s knee, causing him to stumble.
This strike seed to tear open the opening of a god-slaying play.
Suddenly, the whole arena resonated with chants of West Martial’s victory, even louder than before.
Mu Cheng had striking features.
Moreover, her defeating the strong as the weak naturally garnered abundant support.
Crack.
ng Yang clenched his fist hard.
His anxiety grew even more intense.
...
"His ntality collapsed."
In the stands, Bai Xiaolong sighed, looking resentful and disappointed.
That move just now, ng Yang didn’t need to rush out, Mu Cheng isn’t a fool.
Now it’s ssed up.
He tore his wound again and wasted Qi Blood.
"Played online gas, have you?
"ng Yang’s current situation is like getting taunted while chasing in low health, facing double damage.
"Mu Cheng’s chance of victory is fifty percent."
Su Yue exhaled deeply.
His shaful taunting thod finally worked.
Too powerful.
To deal with an invincible person like ng Yang, only unyielding tactics will work.
Thankfully, ng Yang is just a hot-blooded naive Wuda student, strong, yes, but his mindset is quite poor.
If he were really shaless, there’d be no openings.
Students, after all, still have so scholarly temperant.
"I’m still curious how you learned these cunning tricks,"
Bai Xiaolong frowned at Su Yue.
That guy really used every possible tactic.
"Crushing intelligence, perhaps.
"Martial Artists aren’t brutes; you have to analyze your opponent’s ntality.
"I even thought deeply about it, if I were to handle a potential class student, what would I do.
"The opponent is three years younger than , doesn’t know fighting techniques, hasn’t secured a ranking, and has gone through two siege battles. And ? Watched by all relatives and friends, obviously bullying, with an archenemy persistently mocking from the audience.
"The saying about a lion hunting a rabbit is true, but it depends on the occasion; this is a stage, not a battlefield, so ng Yang would surely feel restrained.
"This kid is just unlucky."
Su Yue smiled.
"I didn’t taunt ng Yang."
Bai Xiaolong said.
"Didn’t you?
"Suppose ng Yang ca up and used full force to tackle , a freshman, would you not mock him internally? Are you sure?"
Su Yue asked again.
"Alright, I’d mock, but not verbally."
Bai Xiaolong felt tempted to kick Su Yue.
This monster, might he even be proficient in fortune-telling?
Indeed.
If ng Yang truly spared no effort against Su Yue, he’d think ng Yang bullied a school child.
He’d indeed despise it.
...
On the stage.
The battle went increasingly unfavorable for ng Yang.
Mu Cheng was extrely disheveled, and several tis nearly got knocked off the stage, but she continued persisting, continually seeking ways to attack ng Yang’s wound.
But ng Yang’s ntality worsened, growing more anxious.
His Thunder Fist started showing gaps.
Coupled with pressure from Dongwu, ng Yang felt on the verge of madness.
But he still had his foundation as Wuda’s strongest, so losing wasn’t possible for now.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Mu Cheng also felt anxious.
She’s been locked in battle for so long, but still couldn’t defeat ng Yang, her Qi Blood also began to dwindle.
Four Rank pinnacle, Wuda’s strongest, truly not just a reputation.
The duel continued.
Blood constantly flowed from ng Yang’s wound, staining parts of the stage floor.
...
In the leadership section.
Principal Dongwu’s face turned ashen, his hands trembling continuously.
If things proceed like this, ng Yang might lose.
It’s simply unbelievable.
Other principals also remarked that today’s students are fundantally different from before.
A competition also involving psychological pressure and maximizing consumption could simply be included in textbooks.
Even these principals believed ng Yang to be invincible, and West Martial’s sole course was to delay as much as possible.
Yet who could have thought, by the fight’s end, West Martial managed to seize a glimpse of victory.
Though victory is unassured, West Martial reaching this far essentially signifies a win.
That’s ng Yang.
He could at any mont leap to Rank Five.
"Zhao Jiangtao, cultivate Su Yue well; he’ll be talented in the future.
"Actually, what’s most taboo for Martial Artists is adhering too strictly to rules; Su Yue’s imaginative thinking cracked ng Yang’s mindset, not without using short sleeves to taunt."
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