Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 178: Blackened form is ten times stronger, whiteened form is seven times weaker.

The days passed by.

The martial arts performers in Su Yunchang's group are under extremely high pressure every day during training.

Almost every student is on the verge of a mental breakdown at all times.

But thanks to Ghost Eye's psychological counseling, none of them broke down.

Even when Jiang Lang was sparring with her, she could still have some thoughts of counterattacking.

Jiang Lang didn't know what level they had reached among martial arts students of the same rank, but in his eyes, they had already touched the threshold of masters.

"We should be able to win, right?"

"Anyway, I've done my best, and they've met my expectations."

Ghost Eye took a sip of water: "We'll see the results of the match the day after tomorrow. Go ask Old Su for some money, and I'll take them to relax."

Jiang Lang pulled out a card: "Here, use my card. Just don't lose him."

Ghost Eyes grinned, not holding back at all, stuffed the card into his pocket, and picked up his leg to leave. He was exhausted these past few days and needed to relax.

Jiang Lang called out to him, "Old Zhou!"

"Spit it out!"

"Do you want to go back to the army? After this victory, I'll have three thousand more soldiers under my command."

"Am I crazy? I want to go back to the army!"

Ghost Eyes waved his hand: "Now that there's no fighting, what's the use of an army?"

Jiang Lang pondered for a moment: "What if there's a war? What if—in the near future, another Liaocheng will appear?"

Ghost Eye's only remaining eye suddenly opened wide, and he looked at Jiang Lang with surprise and uncertainty.

Seeing Jiang Lang looking at him so calmly, a shadow of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but curse, "Wait a few days for me to relax before you talk to me. The competition isn't even over yet, and you've already given me work? Go relax first, see you the day after tomorrow."

"What about the lottery?"

"You can go."

After saying that, Ghost Eye waved his hand and left the office.

Xu Yanzhi watched his departing figure and couldn't help but scratch his head: "Won't something bad happen if we just let them out like that?"

Bai Zhaoli curled her lip: "They only operate in Qipu District. If something can go wrong even like that, then the Zongxi faction should just disband on the spot!"

"Too!"

Xu Yanzhi yawned and stretched: "I need to collect my cells, you guys go ahead and get busy!"

Jiang Lang and Bai Zhaoli didn't linger any longer. They went downstairs, got into their car, and headed straight for the Spark Research Institute.

Yesterday, the invitational tournament completed its final certification, and today is the draw.

Many research groups attach great importance to this lottery.

I think this will affect my luck.

But in fact, Jiang Lang felt that this was completely unnecessary.

Since only the champion's prize is valuable in an invitational tournament, and to make a name for oneself, one must defeat all opponents, the order of the draw has no impact whatsoever.

Of course, being drawn into a strong research group in the early stages will definitely reveal your strength.

However, someone at the level of 100 stars cannot master any profound techniques.

It basically relies entirely on combat awareness.

Even if some of the developed tactics are exposed, we still have to fight tough battles.

When the two arrived, the meeting room where the lottery was being held was already quite lively.

I just got off the elevator.

The two of them then ran into an acquaintance.

"Oh!?"

Xuanyuan Jisheng raised an eyebrow: "Xiao Jiang and Xiao Bai, why don't you draw lots too!"

Jiang Lang smiled broadly: "Professor Xuanyuan, you and your beloved student are here early!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Ling beside him.

Upon hearing the teasing tone in the words "beloved disciple," Feng Ling blushed slightly and turned her head to the side, her face turning a warm red.

Xuanyuan Jisheng smiled slightly and said, "My beloved disciple is so eager to prove himself. He came here first thing this morning, saying that sincerity brings results, and that this way he can draw the opponent he wants to prove that his choice was right. Don't you think so, Xiao Feng?"

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, then quickly tried to explain, "Teacher! I didn't—"

Xuanyuan Jisheng: "Hmm?"

Feng Ling gritted her teeth and chose to remain silent.

Xuanyuan Jisheng smiled faintly at the river waves: "I'm going to the terrace for a smoke, excuse me for a moment."

With that, he strode out of the meeting room.

Feng Ling hesitated, unable to move, and looked up at Jiang Lang with difficulty, stammering as if trying to say something.

Xuanyuan Jisheng's voice came from behind: "Little Feng! Are you staying here to catch up with old friends?"

After saying that, he left the meeting room.

Feng Ling gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and followed him out.

Terrace.

"Snapped!"

Xuanyuan Jisheng slapped him across the face.

Feng Ling had no marks on his face, but he was sweating profusely from the pain, as if the slap had hit his nervous system directly.

He clenched his teeth, trying hard not to scream.

Xuanyuan Jisheng looked at him with a smile: "Feeling guilty?"

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"Do you think they'll forgive you just because you apologize?"

"cannot!"

Feng Ling squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth.

Xuanyuan Jisheng then asked, "Then you kneel before them?"

Feng Ling remained silent.

Xuanyuan Jisheng's expression grew increasingly mocking: "What if you deliberately let them win in the finals? Would they forgive you?"

Feng Ling remained silent.

Xuanyuan Jisheng chuckled, "It seems you know very well that from the moment you decided to betray us, nothing you do can undo it. However, I do have a way to get them to forgive and forget about you."

"What can we do?!"

"Defeat them, crush them under your feet! When you are strong enough, they will have no choice but to fear you! When they fear you, they will not dare to mention even the slightest fault of you, not even dare to recall it!"

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"What? You don't believe it?"

"letter!"

Feng Ling's voice was trembling.

Xuanyuan Jisheng chuckled and took out his phone to fiddle with it: "Take a look at the link I sent you."

Feng Ling was puzzled, so he quickly took out his phone, turned on the screen, and clicked on the link. His face immediately turned pale.

Because what Xuanyuan Jisheng sent was a very popular post.

#SparkInvitationalTournament#

#Su Yunchang Research Group at Qiqihar University#

#Feng Ling#

#Traitor's Arrogant Speech#

The poster is unknown, but appears to be someone from Su Yunchang's research group, making various accusations against Feng Ling for betraying his promise.

None of the contents match.

However, it is very effective at stirring up people's emotions.

There was even an account called "Feng Ling himself" engaging in intense online arguments in the comments section, with the arrogant face of a traitor leaping off the screen.

Naturally, this attracted a lot of extremely vicious insults.

Some people even opened his box and dug up his name, place of origin, home address, parents' names and phone number.

He was stunned: "Teacher, this is you—"

Xuanyuan Jisheng said calmly, "Win! As long as you win, your reputation and future will be cleansed in the same way. If you lose, you'll still be a human being with a beast's heart, and your whole family won't be able to stay in any place connected to Yunjin's internet network."

Feng Ling's face twitched for a while, finally contorting into a grimace: "Okay! Teacher, I understand!"

Sensing the increasingly uncontrollable killing intent emanating from him, Xuanyuan Jisheng finally revealed a satisfied expression: "Very good! Go draw lots!"

In a corner of the conference hall.

Bai Zhaoli scrolled through the trending posts with great interest, and couldn't help but marvel: "Look! That charlatan is quite interesting. He has five martial arts performers under his command, and they've all bought smear articles. I've never seen such a way of motivating people before."

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Jiang Lang glanced at her screen and couldn't help but curl his lips: "To be honest, this method is actually quite effective. Turning someone evil makes them ten times stronger, while turning them white makes them seven times weaker. He's really figured out that saying."

"Feng Ling bought the most smear articles; he must be going through a lot of internal turmoil."

"Yes! After turning evil, they'll probably beat us the hardest."

"Too."

Bai Zhaoli smiled. She had taken psychology as an elective, and the effect of this "fanaticism of converts" was indeed very pleasing.

However, the "tenfold increase in power through corruption" is mainly due to psychological factors. It makes people more likely to resort to any means necessary and less able to bear the consequences of failure, pushing their abilities to the extreme through extreme methods.

This psychological advantage is indeed strong, but if you encounter an opponent with a strong enough mentality, this advantage cannot be fully utilized, and once the tension exceeds the limit, the advantage may even turn into a disadvantage.

do not care.

Since Feng Ling has decided to betray them silently, he should be prepared to bear the consequences.

Bai Zhaoli shook her head and waited quietly for the lottery to begin.

They'll leave after they've finished smoking.

To avoid having your mood affected by clueless people.

With twenty minutes to go before the draw, representatives from various research groups were exchanging pleasantries, making the meeting room quite lively.

Suddenly, the entire conference room fell silent.

Everyone looked towards the doorway.

Jiang Lang followed suit and looked in that direction.

A tall, straight-backed soldier and a very familiar female student stood prominently at the entrance.

Hu Lintian, a standing instructor, is a three-star general in the Wilderness faction, Qing He.

He is also Cao Yu's brother-in-law.

And that female student was none other than Shen Weiwei, who was in charge of all the odd jobs in Hu Lintian's group.

The meeting room was quiet for a moment, then quickly filled with whispers.

"The instructors of Hu Bingtian's group!"

"Their record in the underground boxing ring these days has been extremely bloody."

"Have you guys noticed that the statistics for their martial arts performers on paper are a bit off?"

"So what if something's not right? The invitational tournament doesn't restrict the path for martial arts students to improve."

"Yes! Moreover, their martial arts students have quite a lot of combat experience. Even if their stats are fine, they are still the favorites to win the championship."

Amid the murmurs of the crowd.

Qinghe led Shen Weiwei straight toward Jiang Lang and Bai Zhaoli.

He walked to the table, stopped, knocked on Jiang Lang's desk, and looked down at the two of them.

"I'll sit next to you, you don't mind, do you?"

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