Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Seeing this, Jing Shaoyuan was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. He tried hard to restrain himself from punching Li Moying’s excessively handso face and disfiguring him!
“Let’s see how complacent you can be! Who asked you to be so condescending!”
“Later on, Divine General ng will definitely teach you a lesson!”
But when he looked at ng Shurong, he realized that ng Shurong’s face was filled with an awkward expression.
“Cough cough, this… this matter… Shaoyuan ah, this matter…”
ng Shurong hemd and hawed, as though he was hesitant to say sothing.
Jing Shaoyuan thought he wanted to cover up for Li Moying, hence he hurriedly said loudly, “Divine General ng, you have always been known for being fair and impartial in the army. This Subordinate believes that you will also handle this matter fairly! Will you please not have any misgivings and tell everyone at this banquet the truth! Otherwise, everyone will not be convinced by this result!”
Jing Shaoyuan’s words had an inciting effect. Various practitioners below the stage also started to protest softly.
“That’s right, what exactly is going on? Why isn’t Divine General ng saying anything?”
“Even if Young Master Li is a god grade genius, he can’t simply hurt another person even though his identity is special, isn’t it?”
“Could it be that even if such an unfair thing was happening in the allied armies, Divine General doesn’t even care?”
Jing Shaoyuan had full confidence upon hearing these discussions. He even looked at ng Shurong with a provocative expression.
ng Shurong felt helpless and sighed deeply.
“Alright, originally this is a competition and This Divine General didn’t want to say so much. Since Young Master Jing insists, then I shall say this directly. I hope Young Miss Lan will not bla This Divine General in the future!”
Sothing just didn’t seem right.
Why would Lan ngqing bla ng Shurong?
But this thought rely flashed past everyone’s mind and was quickly forgotten.
ng Shurong continued to say, “In the earlier competition, Young Miss Lan indeed held a huge advantage at the beginning with her Profound skills, “Whirlwind Dance” and a set of palm technique called “Eighteen beats of the Nomad Flute”. But Young Madam Li seed to not react because she had already seen through the flaw in Young Miss Lan’s palm technique. That was why she could defeat her in one move!”
“Palm techniques’ flaw? What flaw? I can’t tell at all?”
“How can this be? It’s so miraculous? Young Miss Lan’s palm technique is so fast. Isn’t the only way to break her moves to be faster than her?”
“Could it be that she had resorted to so trickery? Surely Divine General ng would not lie to us, right?”
Seeing everyone puzzled, ng Shurong thought over it for a mont and decided to explain it even more clearly.
“The speed of the Empyrean Fox Clan’s secret skill, “Eighteen beats of the Nomad Flute” isn’t as fast as what you imagined. Rather, it uses a kind of hallucination skill to coordinate with her speed. So it makes one think that the speed of her actual moves was much faster than it is by several tis! Eighteen palm strikes seed as though there were more than 20 moves! But in reality, among so many attacks, only a few strikes are real. The remaining are all virtual moves. If one can differentiate this, it wouldn’t be so hard to evade them.”
“Moreover, this kind of palm technique which chases after speed will also result in a huge loophole. Of course, this loophole is concealed very cleverly so that most people can’t tell. But if one sees through it, that person would only need to aim at her weakest point to defeat her instantly!”
ng Shurong sighed deeply. “Does everyone get it now? Young Madam Li had rely seen through this loophole!”
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