Chapter 47: Yang Xingyong

Among warriors, close-quarters combat undoubtedly tests fundamental reactions and proves fighting skills the most.

The cultivators of Three Mountains City have leaped across mountains like flat ground since childhood, wrestling lions and killing tigers, so they are naturally extraordinary. Although close-quarters combat is a risky move for him, he still has some confidence.

However, the Four Spirits Body Refining Art practiced by Jiang Wang is a unique military cultivation technique, perfected by the Illusionary Realm's Dao Discussion Platform. At the current stage, it is a top-notch body refining method.

Jiang Wang's muscles, though not surpassing steel, are not far off. Immense Qi and blood lie dormant in every muscle, not usually visible, but in a situation like today, it erupts with unprecedented ferocity!

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Fists fly, feet kick, knees strike, elbows thrust.

The two men's fists clash, creating a sound like drums.

This kind of pure physical combat is unprecedented for Jiang Wang. In this kind of battle, he feels the Four Spirits Body Refining Art gradually integrate into his body. Although he has diligently cultivated, he is from a Taoist academy after all and doesn't understand what true body refining is.

In this direct collision, he feels his Qi and blood become fuller, his body stronger, his Dao essence more lively, and he also feels… his opponent's strength gradually weakening.

Boom!

In the final head-to-head collision, the cultivator from Three Mountains City slumped backward.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but he really couldn't squeeze out even a shred of strength.

Only Jiang Wang, who fought him, probably knows how hard he tried and how desperately he fought.

Several times, Jiang Wang thought the battle was decided, but then came another punch from his opponent.

He clearly felt the steel-like will of this Three Mountains City cultivator.

He tried his best to win.

They didn't want to be called barbarians!

But the sad thing is, the more desperately they fight, the more people say, look, that's how barbarians are, not valuing their lives.

……

The referee raised the flag, and the victory was decided.

The surrounding crowd was silent for a moment, then cheers erupted.

After all, this is Maple Leaf City, Jiang Wang's home ground. Not to mention that Zhao Rucheng hired a few strong men to shout their lungs out, and for the generous reward, they could be said to be shouting with all their might. It seemed even deeper than Jiang An'an's affection for her brother.

In the boiling cheers, Jiang Wang reached out and grabbed his opponent, preventing him from falling.

"May I ask your name?" Jiang Wang looked at this respectable opponent, also expressing his respect.

In fact, before the start of the competition, the referee had announced the names of both sides, but Jiang Wang did not remember them.

Like many vulgar people, although he did not show it, he had indeed looked down on these so-called "mountain barbarians" since childhood.

The cultivator from Three Mountains City stood shakily, almost all of his weight supported by Jiang Wang. His eyes were swollen high, narrowed to only a slit.

"Yang Xingyong!" He said happily, "My name is Yang Xingyong!"

……

Outside the arena, Jiang An'an was applauding for her brother when she suddenly heard her best friend's voice, "An'an!"

The little girl Qingzhi jumped up from afar in the crowd, excitedly squeezing towards Jiang An'an.

She was accompanied by an old man, who was skinny, with a severe hunchback. But in such a crowded crowd, they walked all the way without any hindrance, and it seemed that they did not affect others.

Everyone was very curious about Jiang An'an's friend, especially the little girl who wanted to beat up Jiang Wang.

Huang Azhan's perspective has always been unique, and he saw the hunchbacked old man at first glance.

The old man's face… was very awkward. Although his expression was serious, it naturally gave people a feeling of lewdness.

Huang Azhan nudged Zhao Rucheng with his arm: "Hey, look, that old man."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Rucheng asked.

Huang Azhan lowered his voice: "Don't you think his head… looks a lot like… a lot like…"

"Looks like what?"

Huang Azhan didn't speak, just looked down at his crotch.

Zhao Rucheng was first wary, "What are you looking at!"

Then he reacted, looked over there a few times, and stroked his chin: "Hey! It does look a bit like…"

They were chatting quietly, when the hunchbacked old man suddenly looked up, glaring at them. Obviously, he had heard their conversation clearly.

"Stop chatting, stop chatting, watch the game." Huang Azhan turned his head away guiltily, trying to look at the field as if nothing had happened.

"Cough cough." Zhao Rucheng coughed twice, reached out and took Jiang An'an from Ling He's shoulders, and put her on his shoulders, "An'an, your brother Ling He is tired, sit on my shoulders for a while."

He thought that this old man is so old, he wouldn't beat himself holding a child, right?

Jiang An'an is now very familiar with Zhao Rucheng, so she doesn't care much about sitting on whose shoulders, and chats happily with Qingzhi.

"My brother won just now, he's so amazing!"

……

Yang Xingyong was finally carried down.

The other two battles had ended early, another cultivator from Three Mountains City knocked down his opponent from Wangjiang City with an overwhelming advantage, and Lin Zhengli from Wangjiang City easily defeated another freshman from Maple Leaf City.

But the audience's attention was obviously attracted by the battle between Jiang Wang and Yang Xingyong, after all, it was a fierce battle of fists and flesh.

"It's just a fight between weak chickens, Maple Leaf City is really, even the people are so blind." Lin Zhengli sneered at the other winner, probably wanting to seek some recognition.

But the winner from Three Mountains City obviously didn't buy it.

He said coldly: "Please respect your opponent."

In his opinion, Lin Zhengli was not only disrespecting Jiang Wang, but also disrespecting his Three Mountains City cultivator Yang Xingyong.

Lin Zhengli's hot face was plastered with a cold butt, and he was even more unhappy: "Heh, barbarian."

The Three Mountains City cultivator's eyes were about to burst into flames, but he stopped talking.

The first round of battles is over, and each of the three cities has one winner left, which is considered a tie. Next is the round-robin stage, and the order is determined by drawing lots. Luck is very important in this round.

The referee from the Prefectural Academy is responsible for drawing lots, which undoubtedly embodies fairness to the greatest extent.

Taking out a lot from the lot tube, he read after reading it: "Jiang Wang!"

Ling He and Zhao Rucheng in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that the first match was between Lin Zhengli and the Three Mountains City cultivator, and then Jiang Wang would fight the two separately. It was undoubtedly the best lot.

Jiang Wang stepped back to the side of the field, giving the central position to the two sides who were about to fight.

At the moment of passing by, Lin Zhengli chuckled: "You are really lucky, you can stay for one more game."

The implication is that when the second round of the round-robin starts, he will beat Jiang Wang so that he cannot continue to fight, his tone full of contempt.

Jiang Wang smiled: "I hope your luck can be better, so you can meet me later."

What he meant was that Lin Zhengli might not even be able to fight in the second game, and would be crippled in the first game.

In terms of trash talk, he has been indoctrinated by Zhao Rucheng, so he is not completely without the ability to fight back.

It's just that he can't understand where Lin Zhengli's hostility towards him comes from. Is it just because the slogan that Zhao Rucheng had people make was too high-profile?

Looking at this person, he doesn't look like a straightforward person. A cultivator who has received formal Taoist academy education, and is still an elite disciple sent to represent Wangjiang City Taoist Academy, would he be so impatient?

Jiang Wang is actually very interested in the answer behind this.

As for the battle, he really has no fear.

Compared with Lin Zhengli's frivolous anger, the cultivator from Three Mountains City remained silent, just staring at his opponent.

He showed a much more correct attitude towards this battle.

It also shows that he has a stronger desire for the outcome of the battle.