The second match, ng Yu's opponent was a master swordsman who wielded a knife; simply put, it was the sa boy he had faced in his first match years ago, the one who used the Unyielding Blade of the Eight Winds.
The opponent's complexion was both blue and white, clearly a bit embarrassed.
Then, the battle began.
The opponent charged forward, having undergone special training, feeling greatly improved and confident of victory. For instance, no longer could ng Yu easily divert his Unyielding Blade of the Eight Winds with a simple entanglent and dodge.
However, as ng Yu's wrist turned, and his Sword Qi weaved through the air like silk, the opponent's Unyielding Blade of the Eight Winds was once again deflected. ng Yu then struck a very dashing pose, with the technique "Crane Exhibits Its Wings" piercing through his opponent's throat.
"How could you possibly improve so fast?"
ng Yu won, but his Grade Five True Qi cultivation was also exposed for all to see.
In just thirty days, his True Qi had advanced from Third to Fifth Grade!
Could it be that he was holding back his strength all this ti?
This was indeed possible. There always are so people who, for the sake of winning fa in competition or other reasons, hide their cultivation level.
But wasn't he a key individual? The prison's individual dical report indicated that he was Third Grade; could that be faked?
...
In the third match, ng Yu faced a man using the Hook Technique. Even though his technique was formidable and his moves were unconventional, causing the average opponent to be thrown into disarray, ng Yu still won with ease.
The next morning, before the fourth match began, his opponent was a chubby boy.
"ng Yu, oh, you're in for it now."
The chubby boy sat down in front of ng Yu while he was enjoying so grilled at.
As a general rule, competitors don't eat too much before a match to prevent stomach issues. However, ng Yu didn't really care. After all, he had an hour before the match, and a small al could easily be digested by a Qi Refinent Practitioner.
You couldn't find at this good in prison.
As for the chubby boy's approach, it wasn't surprising at all.
During the college entrance competition, these middle school students were cut off from all outside contact and prohibited from harming any opponents in daily life. However, they were not forbidden from bonding or engaging in various covert battles in advance.
Although you couldn't threaten or harm an opponent, all other tactics were fair ga. After all, besides eloquence being a weapon, making so naive boys and girls fall for a trick or forming alliances was also beneficial, wasn't it?
The Immortal Sect didn't raise flowers in a greenhouse.
Moreover, the Immortal Sect hoped everyone would bond with each other.
"Yeah, I'm already in a bad enough spot; you don't need to rub it in."
ng Yu sighed. His bald head and prison garb already made him look like he was on public display for execution.
"What I an is, you can't beat ."
"It doesn't matter. Being able to freeload a al is good enough. In Hongye Prison, all the delicious dishes and stir-fries have to be purchased. I usually eat just fire potato starch and water chicken at, which becos a delicacy once the master chef stir-fries it with high heat. Winning or losing doesn't matter to ."
"Let's strike a deal. You can't beat anyway; your equipnt is just those two Wooden Swords, while I have lots of equipnt."
The chubby boy grinned and displayed all his competing gear, various high-quality armors, weapons, and even a Wooden Puppet.
"Hmm, pretty impressive; I can't beat that."
ng Yu examined the opponent's gear, such as the Xuanwu Shield, and his lip twitched, "But if you can win, why co negotiate with ?"
"Sigh, you know how it is. I want to rank well, but fighting you would reveal many of my secrets and Unique Skills. Most importantly, winning wouldn't look honorable. And then, everyone would say I won by relying on weapons. So how about we make a deal? I'll show off my equipnt, you pretend to attack a few tis, then you forfeit. I'll owe you a favor in return."
It wouldn't be a hollow promise; who knows, years from now, you might genuinely need such a favor.
The chubby boy smiled confidently, looking at ng Yu as if he were a plump sheep ready for the taking.
"Hmm, I have a question."
"What question?"
"Do you prefer cumin flavor or spicy hot flavor?"
"Ah?"
The little fatty was stunned for a mont, still not understanding what was so great about grilled at.
...
This competition, countless eyes were watching here.
The betting odds for the little fatty were 1.1 to 1, while ng Yu's odds were 3 to 1!
This little fatty's grandfather was a Golden Core Master, and his weapon, the Xuanwu Shield, was a genuine First Grade, Perfection magic artifact. He was also a cultivation prodigy, adept in various Art of Puppets.
If it weren't for the competition rules that the puppets brought must be personally crafted with a quantity limit, he could steamroll over anyone.
The little fatty was also full of confidence, aiming to enter the top one hundred. ng Yu's Sword Intent of the Wind seed formidable, but he was confident that he could defeat him.
"So powerful!"
Fifteen minutes into the battle, the little fatty couldn't help but exclaim in astonishnt.
His tactic was simple and clear. As soon as the battle started, he released his wooden puppet, a at shield akin to a High Stage Qi Refinent Practitioner, which tenaciously held up ng Yu, while he incessantly unleashed the Xuanwu Shield and the Black Water Spear.
The battle was fierce. ng Yu actually managed to defeat his Eighth Layer wooden puppet, and one must know that this puppet was made of various precious materials and imbued with nurous talismans. Its combat power was even stronger than his!
However, he still controlled the battle.
Despite the loss of his puppet, his Xuanwu Shield split from one to two, two to four, and now it layered upon layers, dominating the entire space.
Amidst this, he was even struck three tis by ng Yu's sword, and one could even say that even now, ng Yu was weaving through his vicinity like the wind, ti and ti again avoiding the enclosure of the Xuanwu Shield through unbelievable maneuvers.
But, it was ti to end it.
ng Yu's biggest flaw was his insufficiently powerful weapon and his frail defense!
The little fatty sighed, then took a deep breath; his sowhat chubby body quickly beca toned, and he activated his magic artifact with full force.
The Xuanwu Shield, shell after shell bearing down on ng Yu. No matter how fast the wind, what can it do when faced with layers of barriers?
This was the disparity in equipnt, the crushing force of resources. ng Yu, he would rember this opponent and would continually remind himself, cultivation, cultivation, resources are foremost!
"ng Yu, surrender. Unless you don't want to be squashed into a atball!"
The little fatty shouted loudly but kept his body hidden in the deepest part.
He felt ng Yu had no chance left.
And at this mont, the audience watching the match ca to the sa conclusion.
ng Yu had lost.
"You, do you hear the sound of the wind?"
Standing a hundred ters away, ng Yu suddenly smiled, his weapon laid across his brows, the light crimson wooden sword as brilliantly vivid as maple leaves.
Then, one by one, red leaves flew out from the wooden sword.
No, not red leaves, but fiery Fire Crows!
The second Sword Intent, the Sword Intent of Fire!
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