Lingzhang

Chapter 100 Shura Room

Standing in the martial arts hall again, drowned by the tumultuous voices of the crowd, feeling everything that was already very familiar, Yue Hanzhang felt as if he was in another world.

Looking towards the spectator seats in all directions.

Almost all the martial arts students in the entire base city gathered here.

More people came than ever before.

It even included the jury from the Education Department, who made their first collective appearance, and most of the teachers from the six middle schools.

Moreover, it was probably because Yue Hanzhang's astonishing martial arts will had been nourished by numerous martial arts and was already thriving.

Yue Hanzhang now has a very keen sense of the spirit of others, especially those who practice martial arts.

This keen reaction was reflected in the fact that Yue Hanzhang instantly caught sight of a small group of people who were "out of place" in the almost packed spectator seats in just a breath.

That small group of people were sitting surrounded by the nobles of the four great families.

It's like the moon is surrounded by stars.

Each of those people embodied a noble aura that was more transcendent than that of the base city, or even Jichuan County.

Moreover, that full spirit itself also means that the person actually has a more solid foundation than the nobles of the four families.

Compared with these few people, the huge team of the four major families surrounding them seemed overly low-key and humble at this moment.

This kind of low-key and humbleness is not achieved through comparison, but is the result of the voluntary dormancy of the children of noble families.

It was as if in that strictly hierarchical pyramid, all the so-called "nobleness" did not disappear, but was transferred, condensed, and magnified from them, and then presented on a limited number of people.

The weak eat the strong.

Suddenly, such a thought came into Yue Hanzhang's mind.

The so-called aristocratic family, the so-called nobility, the so-called prosperous and thriving Taoist alliance of various states, tear apart all the empty disguises, and inside it is nothing but the core of the survival of the fittest.

There is no honor or disgrace.

All honor and disgrace depend on victory or defeat and strength or weakness.

He no longer saw true elegance in these people, he only saw power.

The moment he thought of this, Yue Hanzhang seemed to have completed his own accumulation of strength from this flow of thoughts.

The upsurge of the Jingshen martial arts will led to the high spirits of the dragon form to emerge from the abyss to the world.

A kind of powerful fighting spirit that was almost ferocious erupted from Yue Hanzhang's body and soul.

The practice of martial arts has polished away many of Yue Hanzhang's mentality of the common people in his previous life. He began to integrate more and more into this extraordinary world of Taoism, and in the process of practice, he increasingly possessed the mentality that a martial artist should have -

He had an almost greedy anticipation for anything that victory could bring.

And at this moment, when Yue Hanzhang was filled with such fighting spirit and state of mind.

It seemed as if Yue Hanzhang was very sensitive to the spiritual temperament of the cultivators. Suddenly, among the small group of nobles sitting in the spectator seats, there was one person who seemed to be also very sensitive to the fighting spirit.

At this moment, he followed Yue Hanzhang's gaze and traced back.

The moment their eyes met in the air.

Yue Hanzhang felt that his originally unbridled fighting spirit, which was rising into the sky, seemed to have collided with another fighting spirit in the air for a moment at this moment.

This collision was not intense, and there was no intense emotion that had to determine the winner or loser as soon as it touched.

On the contrary, in the early days, Yue Hanzhang's fighting spirit was simply based on his surging emotions, and the fighting spirit itself seemed more or less scattered and superficial.

But it was during this collision at this moment that, as if the fighting spirit had a goal that was neither light nor heavy, it became more solid and refined under the collision.

This clash of fighting spirits and the sense of proportion were mastered by him to the millimeter.

If it was too light, it would not have the effect it has now. If it was too heavy, it would have greatly damaged Yue Hanzhang's spirit and will before the martial arts competition.

In this clash of fighting spirits, all Yue Hanzhang could sense was an inexplicable goodwill.

Even when Yue Hanzhang was feeling really puzzled by this, the young man who was looking at Yue Hanzhang suddenly revealed a kind smile, then turned his head back and leaned sideways to talk in a low voice with someone next to him.

It seemed as if what happened in that fleeting moment just now was all the result of this person's kindness.

Just as Yue Hanzhang was muttering to himself, Huang Zhishu suddenly and quietly walked to Yue Hanzhang's side.

When Yue Hanzhang tilted her head to look, she saw that under the slightly loose training clothes, she was wrapped tightly in a set of black armor, making her look conservative and dignified.

It turns out that there are still some nobles whose noble aura has not yet left them.

"That person is Sun Fudao. Before you, the last person who challenged the Great Master Warrior had six people who responded to the challenge. Five of them were normal Great Master Warriors, and the other one, due to some special reasons, was slightly above the standard in terms of combat power.

But Sun Fudao chose the superior martial artist. As a result, he was defeated in the first battle. He also became a rare person who was recognized as having the ability to fight against the superior martial artist even though he lost.

Moreover, the Sun family is a military family, and everyone from the elders to the children are in the army. They are the backbone of the Qizhou army. Perhaps it is because of his background and experience that he has good intentions towards you. "

This made the explanation clear, and Yue Hanzhang immediately looked enlightened.

Huang Zhishu continued to speak slowly.

"You have been immersed in martial arts performances these days. Zhishu doesn't want you to be distracted, so I have been the one to receive the visitors from the prefecture. It's okay. After the competition is over, Zhishu will introduce them to you one by one."

In fact, victory in the game is the best introduction.

All these actions and statements were just subtle words of comfort from Huang Zhishu because she didn't want to put pressure on Yue Hanzhang.

So, Yue Hanzhang nodded slightly, said nothing more, and led Huang Zhishu to the martial arts training room.

He had already chosen the spot on the scene. There was still some time before the game started. The overly noisy scene made it difficult for people to maintain their spirits and it was very easy to fall into a long period of excitement.

When the game started, people would become very tired in an instant once they exerted their strength. Huang Zhishu, who was standing by, seemed to understand this point as well. When she spoke again, she tried to speak softly and explained to Yue Hanzhang in detail the sponsorship contracts that he had accepted in the past few days and what he should do and when during the intervals between the subsequent games.

Just like that.

The two walked into the martial arts training room, one in front and one behind.

Sure enough, Jiang Lingxiu, who was not seen in the venue, was now in the martial arts training room, quietly watching the demonstration screen in the room.

What was displayed on the screen was a tutorial video of Tiger Form Martial Arts.

Hearing the voice at this moment, Jiang Lingxiu looked back, and the first moment he saw Yue Hanzhang, a smile suddenly appeared on his tense face. It was pure happiness with a little bit of ostentatious pride.

"Yue Hanzhang, I have reached the first level of martial arts!"

In an instant, Huang Zhishu's whispered instructions stopped abruptly, and Yue Hanzhang began to speak smoothly and silkily in a very insincere voice.

"Great, great! Congratulations."

Hearing this, Jiang Lingxiu curled his lips in dissatisfaction, as if he wanted to make up for something. Jiang Lingxiu looked towards Yue Hanzhang's side.

The four eyes met for a moment.

Yue Hanzhang actually felt that there was something far more powerful and intense than the eye contact he had just had with Sun Fudao, and a fighting spirit erupted between them.

After spending so much time together, Yue Hanzhang probably understood that Huang Zhishu's feelings towards him were not so pure anymore. But what about Jiang Lingxiu?
At this moment, Jiang Lingxiu's eyes were filled with a ferocity almost like that of a wild beast.

It was a top predator, and it had an almost instinctive desire to fight against any of its own kind that intruded into its range of activity.

As soon as their eyes met, Jiang Lingxiu withdrew his head and turned to look at Yue Hanzhang.

"A new follower?"

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Yue Hanzhang to respond, Huang Zhishu reached out and wrapped her arms around Yue Hanzhang's arm, burying herself deeply in the protection of her front armor.

"Mr. Jiang, right? I'm Han Zhang's manager. I take care of all the trivial matters besides the practice itself."

Hearing this, Jiang Lingxiu nodded as if he had suddenly realized something.

"I see. I am still his follower. I am practicing martial arts with him, aiming at the will of martial arts, and mastering the essence of pictographic forms. This should not be considered as something 'outside of the practice itself'.

From this point of view, I can observe you. If you do well, maybe you can also be my follower. How about that? "

Such a strong attack power...

In an instant, the professional smile on Huang Zhishu's face froze, as if it could no longer be maintained.

Shouldn't we use some sarcastic words and gossip between the lines to describe the bloody fight between swords and teeth?
Why would someone just use a straight knife?
"Then how about assigning people? Zhishu is willing to be Hanzhang's follower. You know, I am also learning martial arts with him.

Dragon-shaped martial arts, true dragon essence, these, perhaps Jiang hasn't heard of them yet."

Hearing this, Jiang Lingxiu suddenly realized again.

“It seems that you don’t have any outstanding talent in the Pictographic School, and you can’t develop into the Artistic Conception School, so you have to find someone else to learn the ready-made Dragon Form Martial Arts.

But don't feel inferior. According to the order in which we practiced martial arts, you should call me senior sister.

If she is a junior sister, even if she is mediocre, she should be taken care of by the senior sister."

Obviously, this is not the battlefield that Huang Zhishu is used to.

Her face, which no longer had much of a smile on it, now looked somewhat frustrated.

"Look after me? If we talk about realm advancement, the first level of martial arts, I am still a long way ahead of you!"

And Jiang Lingxiu's response shows that he never knew what it meant to be at a disadvantage.

"It seems that Junior Sister is very unconvinced. If you want to judge by strength, that's fine. We can have a sparring match some other day."

It seems that Jiang Lingxiu has an attitude of "I will beat you into submission even if I say I am not convinced."

Yue Hanzhang already felt numb on the spot.

Such a complex battlefield with high morale is not the place for me to be.

He was already somewhat resentful of the slow passage of time.

Dacheng Wufu, please come quickly!
"You guys chat first, I'll go next door to see Ai Jun, he's also entered the group stage..."

Seeing that Yue Hanzhang had brought up the topic, Huang Zhishu resumed her dignified demeanor.

"Let's talk about 'nice things' later. I'll go to the venue and entertain the people from the state capital to prevent other children from noble families from taking advantage of the situation."

Jiang Lingxiu also restrained his "sharpness", like a top predator suddenly sheathing his fangs, and looked at Yue Hanzhang calmly.

"Fight quickly, and after you win, come back early and teach me this tiger-style martial arts."

From the way he spoke, it seemed that Jiang Lingxiu was more confident than Yue Hanzhang.

In this way, the crisis of a "bloody battle" was resolved by Yue Hanzhang.

It was just that at the moment when everyone left, whether intentionally or unintentionally, all of them had been with Yue Hanzhang for a long time and had developed an extremely similar tacit understanding.

In a flash, Jiang Lingxiu and Huang Zhishu's eyes collided again in a glance.

After confirming with his eyes, he is an opponent worth fighting.
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A moment later, when Yue Hanzhang walked into the venue again, he looked at the muscular warrior across the arena which was several times wider.

Yue Hanzhang's impatience was almost about to burst out.

This "world" is too "complicated" and not suitable for a simple person like me.

It really feels more fun to swing your arms and punches!
(End of this chapter)