Chapter 108: Chapter 104: Drawing Lots and Combat Groups
Translator: 549690339
Wu Ran’s gaze was naturally felt by Chen Sheng.
During their last encounter, Chen Sheng’s attributes were inferior to Wu Ran’s. He was also curious about how much Wu Ran had improved over the past few days.
Thus,
As soon as he sat down, he activated the Eye of True View.
In an instant,
For everyone in Chen Sheng’s field of vision, an attribute panel appeared above their heads.
He looked at Wu Ran first.
[Wu Ran]
[Strength: 16.3] [Agility: 16.7]
[Constitution: 16.1]
[Skills: Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound IV2, Crane Form]
It must be said, that in just a few days, Wu Ran’s attributes had indeed soared significantly.
Of the two breathing techniques he had mastered, one had already reached perfection.
His attributes had reached an overall score of sixteen, even catching up with his originally weak agility attribute.
It was unknown how many spirit dicines Li Xingwu had given him over these days.
Such terrifying attributes, really made people marvel.
They were almost half of Chen Sheng’s.
After just one glance,
Chen Sheng retracted his gaze, not paying too much attention.
He looked around.
One attribute panel after another flashed before his eyes.
But to Chen Sheng’s surprise, not one of these people had attributes surpassing Wu Ran’s.
Although there were three or four disciples from various martial arts halls who had mastered multiple breathing techniques, without exception, their breathing technique levels remained at IV2.
So far, only Chen Sheng and Wu Ran had upgraded their techniques to perfection.
However, just as Chen Sheng was about to retract his gaze after observing everyone, two more people entered the hall from the back door.
Chen Sheng’s eyes sharpened.
Surprisingly, one of them was an acquaintance.
“Patriarch Xu, long ti no see, how have you been lately?”
“My disciple was defeated by your disciple Chen Liang last ti, and I’m still upset about it. I’m planning to have another match at the Martial Arts Conference.”
In Haizhou City, the Rabbit Fist Sect was relatively well-known.
Patriarch Xu Yang had already challenged more than half of the martial arts sects in Haizhou City with his Rabbit Fist, winning more often than not, even before the Tide Rising Period, making him quite famous.
His eldest disciple, Chen Liang, similarly traveled around and fought in Haizhou City previously.
His performance was impressive.
In Haizhou City, apart from the Eight Extremities Boxing Gym, Flying Fish Fist, and Kongming Fist sect, the three old sects, the rest of the martial arts halls were all defeated by Chen Liang’s hands.
Therefore,
Chen Liang was considered a seeded player in this Martial Arts Conference.
However….
the person greeting Xu Yang hesitated when he saw the disciple following him.
“Patriarch Xu, is your eldest disciple Chen Liang not participating in the
Martial Arts Conference?” Upon hearing this, a shadow passed over Xu Yang’s face.
However, soon, he put on a look of disappointnt and frustration.
“That foolish kid injured himself out of impatience while training, and is now recuperating in the sect.” Hearing this,
“Then who is this…?”
The person speaking glanced at the disciple behind Xu Yang.
“This is my little disciple, Xu Ying.”
“His aptitude is decent, but his ti practicing martial arts is a bit short. I brought him here to gain so experience.”
Xu Yang chuckled and pulled Xu Ying in front of him.
The mont his hand touched Xu Ying,
Xu Ying’s body visibly trembled.
From start to finish, he kept his head down and remained silent.
Only at this mont did he slightly raise his head and greet the person in front of him.
“Greetings, Sect Leader Hou.”
The man conversing with Xu Yang was none other than the leader of Tongbi Boxing Gym, Hou Zheng.
“Good, good, good.”
Facing Xu Ying’s greeting, Hou Zheng smiled and nodded.
However, when he saw Xu Ying’s handso face, an indiscernible strangeness flashed in his narrowed eyes.
Xu Yang’s peculiar preferences were well known among the martial arts sects in Haizhou City.
Most of his disciples were just empty shells, full of appearance but lacking substance.
Only Chen Liang could be considered a master.
In his opinion,
Xu Ying was probably Xu Yang’s forbidden fruit, used for daily pleasure.
Not worth ntioning.
“Patriarch Xu, let’s not beat around the bush.” “Later, we’ll be friends through martial arts.”
After exchanging a few more pleasantries,
Hou Zheng stopped talking with a wave of his hand.
Without waiting for Xu Yang’s response, he sat down with his disciple.
His disciple had a weak build, but his arms were exceptionally thick, and his eyes seed to have a divine light circulating.
Upon learning that Chen Liang wouldn’t be participating in the Martial Arts
Conference, he beca uninterested, even too lazy to chat with the other two.
Seeing the contemptuous way the disciples of Tongbi Boxing Gym treated him, Xu Yang didn’t get angry.
He sneered and took a seat with Xu Ying directly. As soon as they sat down,
Xu Yang leaned in and whispered into Xu Ying’s ear,
“You still won’t tell who killed your Senior Brother?”
In the midst of speaking,
Xu Yang’s nostrils twitched, and he took a deep breath.
His eyes narrowed, and a look of infatuation appeared in them.
At the sa ti, his right hand rested on Xu Ying’s back, gently caressing it.
Although his movents and tone were extrely gentle,
Xu Ying couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
Suppressing his inner fear, he swallowed and finally spoke tremblingly.
“1…1 really didn’t get a clear look.”
“The other party was too fast, they killed him in just an instant— “Bullshit.”
Xu Yang interrupted softly. “Why didn’t he kill you after killing your Senior Brother?”
“Could it be that you…”
His hand slowly moved downwards.
Xu Ying’s body trembled even more violently.
He tightly gripped his thigh, his fingers sinking into his flesh, seemingly unaware of the pain..
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