be forgivenWhy those people didn't forgive him, didn't "forgive" me For all the scorn, hatred and bullying I endured in my childhood.Zhongxuan's expression was impassive: "Perhaps everything in the wo...On October 10th, under the watchful gaze of either bright or dim eyes, this year's Sancheng Lun Dao officially began.
Of course, freshmen, sophomores, and juniors are discussed separately. For example, the two freshmen from Maple Forest City would have to fight against the freshmen from Mount San City and Riverside City respectively.
After a round of competition, the remaining three winners adopted a rotation system. That is, A fought B, B fought C, and C fought A. The winner received three points, a draw received one point, and a loss received zero points. The person with the highest score became the champion of the Sancheng Lun Dao first-year students.
In this way, both personal ability and the overall strength of the Dao Institute need to be considered. After all, if in the final round-robin competition, both participants come from the same Dao Institute, they can calmly conserve their strength and target the other person.
The first year's debate began, three cities, six cultivators, three battles started simultaneously.
The competition venue was set up in the square in front of the City Lord's Mansion. Because this place often served as the training ground for the city guards before their campaigns, it was also known to the common people as the martial arts arena.
Cultivators from the City Daoist Academy who are one year old, are basically in the early stage of foundation building. Their combat primarily revolves around Taoism techniques, but martial arts also play a supporting role. This type of competition is the most understandable for commoners, and therefore, it enjoys greater popularity among them.
Early in the morning, the place was surrounded, watertight. The common people of Fenglin City, bringing their families and belongings, gathered around the martial arts field like a market. It took the city guard to barely maintain order.
On this day, Jiang An'an's school was also closed, so naturally she came to watch the competition with Ling He.
Because there were too many people, Jiang An'an sat on Ling He's shoulders. At this moment, she was clapping her little hands and cheering loudly for her brother.
Zhao Ruocheng and Huang Ajian naturally also came to watch Jiang Wang's competition first. However, as someone like Zhao was wealthy and boisterous, he naturally wouldn't do something as rude as shouting loudly himself. Not far away, the dozen or so burly men he hired were letting out their voices in a roar.
"Jiang Wang, you must win! Jiang Wang, you must win!"
And two large flags were fluttering in the wind.
The left book reads, "With fists I strike three mountains, in my eyes there is no rival."
Right inscription: "Standing on one foot, gazing at the river, who would dare call themselves a hero beneath my seat"
Although Jiang Wang certainly wouldn't appreciate it.
For a moment, Jiang Wang's voice dominated the entire arena. This debate seemed to have become Jiang Wang's personal performance. People whispered to each other from time to time, asking who this Jiang Wang was. After learning that he was a player from Fenglin City, the simple people of Fenglin City also burst into cheers.
Jiang Wang stood on the competition stage, feeling... very awkward.
The three matches were held consecutively, with six cultivators present. From the intentional or unintentional glances cast by those people, Jiang Wang realized he had become public enemy number one. If not for the rules restricting them, it would probably be a five-on-one situation right now. This included his senior brother from Fenglin City Daoist Academy as well.
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“What a show-off, trying to attract attention!” Lin Zhengli from Wangjiang City was the most dissatisfied. He didn't look at his opponent but spat in the direction of Jiang Wang.
The voice wasn't loud or soft. Jiang Wang ignored it.
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The entire martial arts field was divided into three battlefields, with large stretches of buffer space between the lines.
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A cultivator from the County Academy served as the main judge, while two teachers from the Maple Forest Academy acted as deputy judges. Battles were straightforward; whoever fell was the loser, so there was no need to worry about bias from the judges. In fact, the judges' primary role was to prevent young cultivators from losing control and causing casualties.
Jiang Wang's opponent came from Sanshan City.
This person was short in stature, but sturdy. He wore a close-fitting martial arts uniform, his muscles thick and heavy like stones.
After the bowing ceremony, both sides stood still.
At the referee's command, Jiang Wang drew his sword!
When people rise like dragons, swords pierce through the meteor shower.
Nearly at the same moment that the cultivator from Mount Sancheng was halfway through his incantation, Jiang Wang's sword had already arrived.
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Of course, quickly.
The Purple Qi Eastern Arrival Sword Technique was nearly overwhelming in its combat effectiveness before transcending the ordinary.
In the previous selection within the Fenglin City Daoist Temple, he defeated Fang Hèling with such a technique. It seems that history is about to repeat itself.
But to the surprise of Jiang Wang and the audience, this cultivator from Sanshan City did not dodge!
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He didn't even move, his eyes fixed on Jiang Wang's oncoming sword. And his hand was so steady, his Dao Jue taking shape in this very gaze.
In this situation, he either had to forfeit and evade or surrender directly. But given the speed Jiang Wang displayed, he would have even less opportunity to make a move after dodging the next spell.
But he made a choice that was completely different from Fang He Ling!
The earth's energy surged wildly, and Jiang Wang felt a power welling up from the ground. He knew exactly what it was.
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He was confident enough to strike his opponent's heart before the ground spikes arrived, but his legs would inevitably be pierced by the spikes that followed shortly after.
He won, sacrificing his life for victory. But he didn't want to win this way.
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Jiang Wang turned his long sword, meeting the spike erupting from the ground with a clang. He then used the momentum to flip backward, returning to his original position.
At this time, the dense and sharp spikes finally covered the surroundings of the cultivator from Sanshan City.
This cultivator from the city of Sanshan, who was scornfully nicknamed Shanman, has just won a lifeline with his life.
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He immediately unleashed several kicks, shattering the ground spikes before him and sending them flying. The sharpened stakes flew like javelins, whooshing towards Jiang Wang in quick succession.
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And the cultivator from Sanshan City followed closely behind the whistling Earth Spike, charging towards Jiang Wang.
In Jiang An'an's nervous gaze, Jiang Wang moved like the wind, lightly dodging the incoming spikes, unharmed.
And the cultivators of Sanshan City were already near.
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His small and sturdy frame leaped high into the air, his fists gradually hardening like stone, swelling into a mountain-like giant fist.
Overlapping Stone Fist!
The tide has turned!
He couldn't directly meet the attack. Jiang Wang held his sword horizontally, using the blade to contact the stone fist. He intended to use the force to launch himself away and find another opportunity to fight.
No matter what, the foundation of Daoist cultivator Daoyuan is limited, and he cannot cast too many Dao arts. As long as we delay, with his swordsmanship, it will be a sure victory.
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But the stone fist suddenly flipped, grabbing Jiang Wang's sword in its hand and crushing it!
The Overlapping Stone Fist itself was merely a first-rate Dao Technique. Though Jiang Wang didn't master it, he was quite familiar with it. Never had he imagined this Dao Technique could have such agile variations!
In a moment of crisis, Jiang Wang abandoned his sword hilt and clasped the stone fist that had crushed his blade in both hands. He twisted it with all his might.
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The powerful physical strength gained from the Four Spirits' Body Tempering Art was unleashed without reservation. Following the swirling force, stones shattered and flew everywhere.
Jiang Wang's toes tapped the ground, and her whole body leaned back rapidly. She also avoided that fist of stone from exploding suddenly!
As the Sanshan City cultivator destroyed Jiang Wang's Stone Fist, they decided to detonate it as an alternative attack method. However, Jiang Wang reacted with incredible speed and managed to dodge the blast in the first instance.
The stone fist's explosion did have an effect on him, though he had tried to control it. His entire right arm was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely.
But he seemed to feel no pain, merely following Jiang Wang silently.
He did not strike out with his Dao decree, nor did he have time to use Dao techniques. Or perhaps, he realized that with his current mastery of Dao techniques, he was unable to defeat the opponent.
Then, let's test his physical prowess as he climbs mountains and traverses valleys, let's see if his fists and feet can rival a tiger or lion in battle.
Elbow strikes, knee kicks, head butts!
Jiang Wang also couldn't widen the distance anymore. He had lost his sword, and without it, his swordsmanship was useless.
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Punching, kicking, and shoulder tackling!
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The two engaged in close-quarters combat!
In the limited space, the most intense, most direct, and wildest!
Many martial artists in the audience, those who practiced casually, were stirred by this!e fist strikes. In this instant, it seemed as if boundless power flowed into the blades, and the black heavy swords even shattered at this very moment! But they were merely being driven by pure force,...