Chapter Forty-Seventh: Yang Xinyong
eal with the out-of-control sea beasts.But it appeared only now, and the reaction was indeed a bit slow.The ship beneath their feet, without Jiang Wang's presence, would clearly have been unable to ho...Among martial artists, close-quarters combat undoubtedly tests basic reflexes and most authentically proves one's mastery of fighting techniques.
The warriors of Sānshān City were known to leap across mountains as if they were plains since childhood, capable of fighting lions and tigers. While their close-combat attacks were a risky move, they had a certain degree of confidence in their abilities.
However, Jiang Wang's cultivation of the Four Spirits Refining Body Art is a unique and secret technique passed down through generations of warriors, perfected after being supplemented by the Heavenly Illusion Realm's Dao Platform. Currently, it is one of the top-tier refining body methods available.
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Jiang Wang's body was full of muscle. Though he couldn't say it surpassed steel, it wasn't far off. A vast amount of blood and energy was hidden within each muscle. It wasn't usually very noticeable, but in a situation like today, it erupted with unprecedented ferocity!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Come at me with fists and feet, I'll meet you with knees and elbows.
Their fists met with a resounding boom, like the beating of a drum.
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Such pure fist and foot intensity was unprecedented for Jiang Wang. In this kind of battle, he felt the Four Spirits Refining Body Art gradually merging into his body. Although he had been diligently cultivating before, after all, he came from the Dao Institute and didn't truly understand what it meant to refine one's body.
In such a direct collision, he felt his qi and blood more abundant, his physical body stronger, his Dao Yuan more lively, and he also felt... the opponent's strength gradually weakening.
In the last clash with the great mountain, the cultivators who came to Sanshan City fell back and lay dazed.
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It's not that he didn't want to continue, but he truly couldn't squeeze out even a single ounce of energy anymore.
Only Jiang Wang, who fought against him, could truly understand how hard and desperately he had worked.
Several times, Jiang Wang thought the battle was over, but then came the opponent's fists again.
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He clearly felt the ironclad will of this Sanshan City cultivator.
He tried his best to win.
They don't want to be called barbarians!
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However, it's sad that the more they tried so hard, the more people said, "Look, barbarians are like this; they don't value their lives."
The referee raised his flag, the outcome was decided.
The onlookers fell silent for a moment, then burst into cheers.
After all, this is Fenglin City, Jiang Wang's home turf. Not to mention Zhao Rucheng hired several burly men who roared their lungs out. For the generous reward, they could be said to have exerted themselves to the utmost. It seemed that their loyalty to Zhao Rucheng was even deeper than Jiang An'an's love for her brother.
In the midst of roaring cheers, Jiang Wang reached out and grabbed his opponent, preventing him from falling.
“May I ask your esteemed name” Jiang Wang looked at this respectable opponent, also expressing his respect.
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In fact, before the competition began, the referee did announce both sides' names, but Jiang Wang didn't remember going.
Like many ordinary people, although he did not show it, he had been influenced from childhood and secretly looked down upon these so-called "mountain barbarians."
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The cultivator from Sanzhan City was standing precariously, almost putting all his weight on Jiang Wang's hand. His eyes were swollen shut, only a sliver left visible.
“Yang Xinyong!” he said excitedly. “My name is Yang Xinyong!”
Outside the venue, Jiang An'an was cheering for her brother when she suddenly heard her good friend's voice, "An'an!"
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Qingzhi, the little girl, jumped up excitedly from afar in the crowd and squeezed towards Jiang An'an.
She was accompanied by an old man, thin and hunched over. But even in such a crowded crowd, they walked smoothly without any hindrance, seemingly not affecting anyone else.
Regarding Jiang An'an's friends, everyone is very curious, especially about the little girl who wants to beat Jiang Wang.
Huang Ajian's perspective was always different. At first glance, he saw the hunched old man.
The old man's countenance...was quite awkward. Although his expression was serious, it naturally gave one a feeling of lewdness.
Huang Azhan nudged Zhao Ruchen with his arm: "Hey, look at that old man."
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"What's wrong" Zhao Ruocheng asked.
Huang Azhan lowered his voice: "Don't you think his head...looks very much like..."
"What does it resemble"
Huang Ah-zhuan didn't speak, he just glanced down at his groin.
"What are you looking at!"
Then, he reacted and glanced over there, touching his chin and saying, "Hmm! It's a bit like..."
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They were talking in hushed tones, but the hunchbacked old man suddenly raised his head and glared at them. Apparently, he had heard every word of their conversation.
“Let’s stop talking, let’s stop talking, watch the game.” Huang Ajian turned his head away nervously, trying to act as if nothing had happened and looked towards the field.
"Ahem." Zhao Rucheng coughed twice, reached out and took Jiang An'an from Ling He's shoulder, placing her on his own. "An'an, your brother Ling He is tired, sit on my shoulder for a while."
He must not beat me, holding the child like this, at his age, right
Jiang Annan is now very familiar with Zhao Rucheng, so she doesn't mind sitting on someone's shoulders. She happily chats with Qingzhi.
“My brother just won! He’s so good!”
Yang Xingyong was finally carried out.
The other two battles had already ended early. One of Sanshan City's cultivators defeated his opponent from Wangjiang City with overwhelming superiority, while Wangjiang City's Lin Zhengli easily defeated another freshman from Fenglin City.
But the audience's attention was clearly drawn to the fight between Jiang Wang and Yang Xinyong, after all, it was a fierce and brutal battle.
"It's just a bunch of weaklings pecking at each other. Fenglin City is truly pathetic, even the commoners lack vision." Lin Zhengli sneered at the other victor, probably seeking some approval.
But the victor from Mount San City apparently wasn't buying it.
He said coldly, "Please respect your opponent."
In his view, Lin Zhengli's actions were not just disrespectful to Jiang Wang, but also disrespectful to the cultivators of his Sanshan City, Yang Xingyong.
Lin Zhengli plastered his hot face against a cold butt, and his heart was even more displeased: "Heh, barbarian."
The cultivators of Sān Shān City's eyes were about to burst into flames, but they didn't speak anymore.
The first round is over, with one victor remaining in each of the three cities. It's a tie for now. Next comes the knockout rounds, where participants are drawn to determine their order. Luck plays a big role in this round.
The judge from the county court, in charge of drawing lots, undoubtedly embodies fairness to the greatest extent.
He took out a slip of paper from the draw, and after reading it aloud, he said, "Jiang Wang!"
Ling He and Zhao Ruocheng let out a sigh of relief. This meant the first match would be between Lin Zhengli and the three-mountain cultivators, followed by Jiang Wang facing each of them individually. It was undoubtedly a favorable draw.
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Jiang Wang retreated to the sidelines, giving center stage to the two parties about to fight.
In that fleeting moment of passing each other, Lin Zhengli chuckled softly: "You're lucky. You get to stay for another round."
The implication is that once the second round of battles begins, they will beat Jiang Wang so badly that he won't be able to continue fighting. Their tone is full of disdain.
Jiang Wang smiled: "I hope your luck is a little better too, and that you can still meet me later."
What he meant was that Lin Zhengli might not even be able to make it to the second match, he could get knocked out in the first.
When it comes to verbal sparring, he's been heavily influenced by Zhao Rucheng and is not entirely powerless in retaliation.
He just couldn't understand where Lin Zhengli's hostility towards him came from. Could it be because Zhao Rucheng's slogans were too high-profile
Look at this person, he doesn't seem like someone who is outspoken and straightforward. A cultivator who has received a formal education from a Taoist academy, and moreover, an elite disciple sent out to represent the Wanjiang City Taoist Academy in the competition, would he be so easily agitated
Jiang Wang was actually quite interested in the answer behind this.
As for battle, he truly had no fear.
Compared to Lin Zhengli's frivolous and agitated behavior, the cultivator from San Shan City remained silent throughout, only gazing intently at his opponent.
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Regarding this battle, his attitude was undoubtedly much more proper.
This also illustrates his stronger desire for the outcome of battle. I can always remember such a scene—After being grabbed by a rough hand at the back of the neck, I was shoved like a sapling into this dilapidated flowerbed.Brother... is the same next to me.>That tow...