madnovel Chapter 15 Inevitable Defeat
Chapter 15 Inevitable Defeat
Upon hearing this, Chen Qiyuan couldn't resist his curiosity. He left the courtyard and went to the outside of the training ground. There, he saw a group of people holding torches standing at the entrance, confronting Zhang Chunsheng and the others.
The leader, dressed in white and holding a long black knife, was about forty years old. Just by standing there, he exuded a powerful sense of oppression.
There was another person standing to the side, dressed in a silver robe, with his hands behind his back. He wasn't looking this way, but rather at an ancient pine tree to the west, giving the impression of being detached from the situation.
At this moment, Wu Tianhuan's voice continued from the backyard, "Deacon Lin, does the Ironclad Sect really want to get involved in this mess? Elder Li of your sect made a promise back then."
"Master Wu."
The silver-robed man said calmly, "According to the rules of Nan'an City, every ten years, the ownership of a spiritual root can be re-competed for. If I remember correctly, that Blood Spirit Mushroom has been in your hands for seventeen years, hasn't it? Guo Yongchang's challenge to you is entirely in accordance with the rules. Besides—"
He paused slightly, then continued, "Elder Li passed away several years ago."
The implication was clear: don't try to use Elder Li to pressure him.
Guo Yongchang laughed wildly several times, "Hahaha... you dog, when you colluded with the government and the elders of the Ironclad Sect to seize my family's spiritual root, did you ever think this day would come?"
After a moment, Wu Tianhuan said, "Since Deacon Lin has spoken, then I have no choice but to accept this challenge."
There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I, Wu, will not make a move, lest others say that I am bullying the weak. I will send five disciples from each side to fight."
Guo Yongchang sneered inwardly; Wu Tianhuan's choice was exactly what he had expected.
If Wu Tianhuan dared to take action personally, he would kill him on the spot to comfort his late father's spirit in heaven.
He didn't fight himself, sending his disciples instead, but they still couldn't protect the Blood Spirit Mushroom. Given his injuries, without the Blood Spirit Mushroom, he would have died anyway.
He had been planning this day for five years, thoroughly understanding the situation of the Wu Family Martial Arts School. After today, Wu Tianhuan was doomed.
Guo Yongchang slammed his long sword on the ground and said, "Yongjun, you go first."
"Yes."
A man in his thirties, also dressed in white, stepped out from behind him. His eyes seemed to burn with fire as he glanced at Wen Zhenzhen, Pang Guoyong, and the others, then raised his head and said, "Who will die?"
At this point, only four people are qualified to play.
Zhang Chunsheng has broken through to the Blood Exchange Realm.
Wen Zhenzhen is not good at fighting.
Pang Guoyong's old injury has not yet healed.
"I'll do it!"
Wu Tianhuan's fifteenth disciple, Zhao Jie, stepped forward and was the first to fight.
Without exchanging any words, the two men immediately engaged in a life-or-death struggle.
Chen Qiyuan watched intently from the side. His martial arts skills were almost all improved by the proficiency gained through plunder. The only thing he could call combat experience was the battle at the casino.
That time, it was entirely about applying pressure based on one's level of skill, using internal force to counter external force, without expending much effort.
Seeing the life-or-death battle between martial artists at the Transformation Realm makes one's heart pound with fear.
He had already grasped the "transformation of internal energy" and could see every detail of their fight clearly. That's why he knew how dangerous their battle was.
The slightest carelessness could result in broken bones and severed tendons; if a vital organ is struck, death would be certain.
That was truly a matter of life and death.
boom!
After seven or eight moves, their fists collided for the first time, producing a muffled thud.
Suddenly, Zhao Jie's movements became slightly unsteady.
Upon seeing this, Chen Qiyuan knew things were going to get bad.
Sure enough, the next second, Guo Yongjun's fist bit into his chest like a venomous snake. If this punch landed, it would surely turn his heart into minced meat.
At the critical moment, Zhao Jie twisted his body and avoided a fatal blow.
With a loud thud, the punch landed on his shoulder, and he flew out like a broken sack.
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
Chen Qiyuan rushed over and helped Zhao Jie up.
[Zhao Jie was filled with anger and despair. Your "Hun Yuan Zhuang" skill seized the opportunity to steal 100 points of proficiency from him. Your "Mi Zong Bu" skill also seized the opportunity to steal 100 points of proficiency from him.]
Before he could take a closer look, Wen Zhenzhen arrived, took out the silver needles she carried with her, and quickly inserted several needles into Zhao Jie's body. She then took out pills and fed them to him.
[Wen Zhenzhen was furious; your "Stealth Steps" skill had taken the opportunity to steal one hundred points of proficiency from her.]
The notification may be late, but it has arrived.
When Chen Qiyuan carried Zhao Jie back to his own camp, a series of notifications appeared, almost knocking him unconscious.
It was worth the great danger he took to stay; now he has finally received a rich reward.
……
Guo Yongjun's eyes showed some regret; that punch hadn't killed Zhao Jie. It wasn't that he didn't want to go up and deliver another punch, but in that instant, Zhang Chunsheng's aura locked onto him.
If he were to make a move, he would surely face Zhang Chunsheng's thunderous attack. Although his elder brother would certainly be able to block it, that would trigger a chaotic battle, which would only make things worse.
Reclaiming the spiritual root is of paramount importance.
So he had no choice but to swallow his pride and retreat.
In the second round, the Guo family had a different person on their side, an inconspicuous middle-aged man named Lao Hong.
Meanwhile, at the Wu Family Martial Arts School, it was Liang Xin's turn to fight. His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that his senior brother's injury was causing him great distress.
This battle was even more intense, almost from the very beginning it was a life-or-death clash, with no probing and only brutal, hand-to-hand combat.
In just three moves, Lao Hong suddenly kicked out, hitting Liang Xin squarely in the right leg. Almost simultaneously, he punched Lao Hong in the head.
A fine head was smashed flat, and red and white blood splattered out, making for an extremely bloody scene.
Old Hong died on the spot.
Liang Xin was also in bad shape; his leg bone was broken and bent into a strange shape, and he could only support himself with one foot.
Chen Qiyuan was thrilled; such a life-or-death battle was so exciting that it instantly ignited his hormones.
Such a brutal battle plunged the scene into an eerie silence.
No one speaks.
Guo Yongchang's expression was as firm as a rock as he called out another name, "Old Zhou."
Another man in his forties walked out, his expression tense, holding a knife in his hand.
At the Wu Family Martial Arts School, Wen Zhenzhen glanced at Liang Xin's injuries and was about to step forward when Pang Guoyong stopped her, saying, "Leave this match to me."
Wen Zhenzhen was a little worried, "But you—"
"It's alright, leave this one to me."
Pang Guoyong walked into the arena carrying a single-edged sword, looked at his opponent, twirled the sword, and then slashed out with lightning speed.
Old Zhou raised his knife to parry.
With a clang, Old Zhou's hand holding the knife visibly trembled.
Even Chen Qiyuan could see that this old Zhou was no match for Pang Guoyong. He seemed to have realized this early on and had been adopting a defensive stance.
"What amazing swordsmanship."
This was the first time Chen Qiyuan had ever seen martial artists using weapons in combat, and it was far more dangerous than a fistfight.
As expected of someone who once attempted to reach the Blood Exchange Realm, Pang Guoyong's swordsmanship is indeed formidable.
By the seventh cut, Old Zhou could no longer hold on; his long sword was severed along with his head, and blood splattered all over the ground.
"good!"
A deafening cheer erupted from the Wu Family Martial Arts School.
On the other hand, the atmosphere at the Guo family's place was so heavy it was almost frozen.
Guo Yongchang remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the unfavorable situation in the battle.
Despite currently trailing 1-2, the Wu Family Martial Arts School has actually revealed all its trump cards. The only one they haven't yet used is Wen Zhenzhen, who is not skilled in combat.
They couldn't even find a fifth martial artist at the Transformation Realm.
Wu Tianhuan's seventeenth disciple, Lu Liancheng, was seriously injured in a sneak attack the day before yesterday.
There was another expert with the skill of neutralizing internal energy, who was also injured by his scheme last night. He could barely manage to fight back, and couldn't withstand more than a few moves.
Therefore, Wu's Martial Arts School will undoubtedly lose the next two matches.
He called out another name, "Yongjie, you're playing this round."
A young man in his early twenties stepped onto the stage and looked at his opponent, the gentle and beautiful Wen Zhenzhen. This woman was Wu Tianhuan's granddaughter. Although she was very talented, her mind was not on martial arts, but on studying medicine.
His mission was to kill this woman, so that Wu Tianhuan would also experience the pain of losing a loved one.