54: Chapter 50 Wang Yichui_1 54: Chapter 50 Wang Yichui_1 Just as Sun Xiaoyan stunned the audience with his victory, Lin Zhengli, who had woken up from his blackout, was quietly complaining behind his elder brother.

“Why did you forfeit on my behalf?

If I had been awakened, I might not have lost the fight!”

“And then what?” Lin Zhengren didn’t even turn his head.

“If it wasn’t for my carelessness, how could that barbarian have had a chance?

Not to mention that guy from Fenglin City hasn’t even laid the foundation!

I can’t stand the thought of him winning the championship!”

“Even if you had beaten him, based on the points, he would still be the champion of the first years.

It’s meaningless.

Besides…” Lin Zhengren’s mouth curled slightly, “What if you had lost again?”

“How could I possibly!” Lin Zhengli looked around and then lowered his voice, discontentedly saying, “Don’t you believe in me?

That I could lose to him?”

“Who knows?” Lin Zhengren smiled lightly and dismissively.

Lin Zhengli felt a fury born from being scorned, especially since he had indeed been pinned down and pummeled in front of so many people before.

Just as he was about to say something, Lin Zhengren suddenly turned, grabbed his little brother’s collar.

“Remember!

You have made an enemy through your foolishness.”

He lowered his voice, “If you are not absolutely confident, do not give your enemy an opportunity.

He hasn’t defeated any one of you, his championship is far from perfect.”

He let go of his hand, released his brother, and turned back to watch the competition, his elegant face showing no trace of gloom.

“Don’t make it easy for him.”

…

In the round-robin segment, Fenglin City had good luck; no internal conflicts occurred in the first round.

Li Jianqiu got a bye, while Wang Changxiang went against Sun Xiaoyan in the first match.

Neither side had any intention of changing their fighting style.

Sun Xiaoyan still charged forward mindlessly, while Wang Changxiang still started with a fog.

“What’s this?

Fog again!”

“Right!

Can’t see anything!”

The onlookers, unable to see the fight, were no longer favoring the Wang family.

However, the spectators’ opinions were clearly not a concern for Wang Changxiang.

Sun Xiaoyan bumped around in the fog, all to no avail.

After the Dao Technique was completed, the wind rose, and the fog dispersed.

That light exhale passed through the fingers, suddenly fierce, turning into a tornado.

It roared through the dense fog, directly slamming into Sun Xiaoyan!

“Ah!” The chubby boy roared, sounding more like a grunting piglet than something to be taken seriously.

But his strength was indisputable.

He still tried to charge forward through the roaring tornado!

His clothes were torn by the wind, his face turned beet red.

He firmly dug his feet into the ground, but the tiles shattered one by one, and he began to move backward, step by step.

Stepping out of bounds meant losing.

Sun Xiaoyan started to form a hand seal; it was extremely difficult to do so in the midst of the tornado, but he managed to succeed.

A stone wall appeared in front of him, but it was blown to pieces in a breath.

The debris struck Sun Xiaoyan, and he completely lost control.

His whole body was swept into the air and thrown out of the arena.

Indeed, the Earth Caterpillar Spirit Technique provided strong defense, and even in such a powerful tornado, no wounds could be seen on his body, and the stones that hit him didn’t even leave a bruise.

But he still lost.

Sun Xiaoyan’s defense was nearly unsolvable at the current stage; if it had been a real fight, Wang Changxiang might have had no way with him.

But this was a competition, and being blown out of the arena meant winning.

Jiang Wang sighed because he suddenly realized that whether facing Wang Changxiang or Sun Xiaoyan, he seemed to have no good solutions.

The defense of the Four Spirits Body Refinement was clearly inferior to the Earth Caterpillar Spirit Technique, and the Purple Qi Eastward sword technique was sharp, but most likely couldn’t break the defense.

If he had a better weapon, maybe he would have a chance.

Currently, he wouldn’t be able to beat this plump boy.

As for Wang Changxiang, as soon as the Breath Tornado came out, he would have no choice but to run away.

That was an A-rank Dao Technique!

In the whole Dao Institute of Fenglin City, including the Teaching and Training staff, how many could use it?

Freak!

“Wind Sparrow.” It was the hunchbacked old man who spoke again: “His True Spirit of the Dao Vessel should be the Wind Sparrow, naturally attuned to the elemental force of Wind.

That’s why he can use an A-rank Dao Technique above his level.”

Jiang Wang was hearing about the Wind Sparrow True Spirit for the first time; in the Dao Institute’s lessons on Dao Vessels, the tutors only ever talked about the Earth Caterpillar Spirit.

For a while, Jiang Wang believed all the True Spirits of Dao Vessels were Earth Caterpillars.

Knowledge often indicates power.

Jiang Wang and his companions exchanged a look, their attitude towards the unprepossessing old man became much more respectful.

“We haven’t asked yet, old sir, what is your honorable surname?” Huang Azhan coughed once, his attitude respectful and polite.

Perhaps holding a grudge for his previous loose tongue, the hunchbacked old man was very rude to Huang Azhan.

He snorted coldly and did not respond.

“Yeah, grandpa, what’s your name?” Jiang Anan suddenly turned her head back, eyes filled with curiosity: “I always see you, but we never know how to address you.”

“Gui!” The girl Qingzhi was about to speak when the hunchbacked old man already caught the question with a beaming smile: “Grandpa’s surname is Gui, just call me Grandpa Gui.”

“Such a dignified surname.” Huang Azhan began to nod and sway, seemingly savoring the name.

His flattery was about to continue without end.

Even Jiang Anan and Qingzhi hurriedly turned their heads to focus back on the arena.

The second round of the battle had already begun.

Wang Changxiang was dueling Li Jianqiu.

Whether it was their long-standing ranking on the Path of Honor list or the display of their combat abilities at the moment, Wang Changxiang held an overwhelming advantage.

Yet for some reason, Jiang Wang always felt that Li Jianqiu was capable of more.

“Brother Wang, can we not use the breath-riding whirlwind, such an unfair Dao Technique?” Li Jianqiu negotiated before the fight began.

At this moment, Wang Changxiang had already replenished his reserves of Path Origin, his vitality full.

Hearing the comment, he simply smiled, “Junior brother jests.”

Unfailingly gentle.

In his hands, the Dao seals were formed, and the mist dispersed.

At the same time, Li Jianqiu spread his hands wide and a fierce wind suddenly rose up.

C Grade, lower-tier Dao Technique: Summon Wind!

This wasn’t the mingling mist of Xiaolin Town; a common breeze could easily scatter it.

In the end, the mist wasn’t an unsolvable Dao Technique.

The real unsolvable one was just the breath-riding whirlwind.

In the previous two fights, the opponents were not without means to dispel the mist, but they had opted for their own defenses first, never expecting to be broken through with a single strike.

In the clearing mist of the arena, Wang Changxiang kept forming hand seals, his voice calm, “Junior brother used to show no interest in wind-type Dao Techniques.”

The world of Dao Techniques is vast and infinite; specialization trumps dabbling, depth trumps breadth.

Li Jianqiu’s Dao seals were ready, and he flicked his wrists, conjuring two swords of flame.

With a tap of his feet, he soared like a hawk into the sky.

“I learned it from you, senior brother!”

At that moment, he was in the air, his momentum like a rainbow.

Wang Changxiang’s expression remained unchanged, his hands met in front of his lips.

Index and middle fingers touching, thumbs, ring fingers, and little fingers paired up.

Within the triangle made by his middle and ring fingers, he opened his mouth to exhale.

Breath-Riding Whirlwind!

That wisp of breath instantly turned into a twister, and as Li Jianqiu drew near, he flipped backward several times in mid-air without any leverage.

“Well done!” Huang Azhan abruptly clapped his hands in praise!

Except for very few circumstances, before opening the Gate of Heaven and Earth, it was nearly impossible for humans to fly with their flesh bodies.

The floating ability displayed by Li Jianqiu was nothing short of astonishing.

But the people around looked at Huang Azhan as if he were a fool.

Huang Azhan clapped a few times, then sheepishly shrunk back.

Because even though Li Jianqiu’s airborne flips were stunning, they took him out of bounds, which was essentially tantamount to conceding defeat.

Li Jianqiu landed, dissolved the twin swords of flame, and looked surprised, “Your breath-riding whirlwind can be completed so quickly now?”

He couldn’t help but be astonished.

Anyone in the audience with a bit of insight could see that the key to defeating Li Jianqiu lay in his completing the breath-riding whirlwind.

But no one knew he not only mastered an A-grade Dao Technique but did so with such proficiency and speed that he could shorten the time for forming the hand seals!

This also meant that in the previous battles, he didn’t need that long to prepare at all.

The mist was just a trivial blindness spell, blinding the eyes of opponents like Li Jianqiu.

“If I were slower, I think something bad might happen,” said Wang Changxiang with a mild smile.

Li Jianqiu fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled with a sense of release.

“I lost.”

The leader among the third-year students of the three cities’ debates was thus decided; Wang Changxiang won both his fights and returned with honors.

After this battle, Wang Changxiang earned a new nickname: Wang One-Breath…

The implication being that no matter what kind of opponent he faced, he could defeat them with a single breath.

Of course, it also suggested that he only had the power of one breath.

As Huang Azhan put it, “Short but fierce.”

The subsequent battle between Li Jianqiu and Sun Xiaoyan would not affect the outcome, and their fight was perfunctory.

Even though it still looked intense to the onlooking civilians, Li Jianqiu nearly perfectly showcased the ferocity of his fire-type Dao Techniques with swift hand seals.

Sun Xiaoyan, too, relied on his Kun-skin drum to charge recklessly.

Before they came to close-quarter combat, Li Jianqiu gracefully stepped out of the ring, conceding once again.

But in Jiang Wang’s view, Li Jianqiu hadn’t given it his all.

Because from beginning to end, that ancient Longsword at his waist had never been unsheathed.

The contestants cleared the stage, making room for the fights among the fifth-year students of the Daoist academies.

As a brother he knew well, Jiang Wang naturally wanted to go and offer a few words of comfort to Li Jianqiu.

But Li Jianqiu spoke first, “I had prepared a surprise, but it seems there was no chance to show it.”

Jiang Wang knew he was referring to the surprisingly quick completion of Wang Changxiang’s breath-riding whirlwind.

“Why didn’t you try against the warrior from Three Mountains City just now?”

The match had been a whirl of motion, but it was clear to those with discerning eyes that Li Jianqiu had no intention of fighting to win.

Li Jianqiu gave a wry smile, “For one, I might not be able to break through his defensive Dao Technique.

Secondly, there’s no meaning in being second or third.”

He turned and walked away.

“The match is about to start!” Jiang Wang reminded him.

Li Jianqiu, already far off with his hand on the Longsword, replied: “I’m not watching.”

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