When Yang Zhen rushed over, Zhao Yue'er's game had not yet started.
She was placed in a group and ranked third today. Yang Zhen waited for a full quarter of an hour before she finally came on the stage.
Then, less than a breath after the announcement of the start of the game, the little girl came down.
The opponent also lay on the ground and passed out.
"Why don't you use magic?" Yang Zhen looked at the little girl walking over, looking a little regretful: "I also want to see your current swordsmanship and the new magic you have learned!"
The little girl smiled and said: "Why waste mana when you can solve it with your fists? Besides, I learned this from you!"
In this short period of time, the story of Yang Zhen defeating the enemy with one move has been spread everywhere, and the little girl naturally heard about it.
Yang Zhen laughed loudly and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, we can solve it with fists, we don't use magic..."
"Ding!" Before the laughter was over, the little girl had already hit him on the forehead.
"Don't be too proud, Brother Shitou. This is the first game, so everyone is unprepared. You have to be careful in the future!"
…
Sure enough, in the second day of the game, when Yang Zhen repeated her old trick and sneaked around behind the opponent's head to attack, the opponent had already given herself a protective shield.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound between the fist and the air shield, and the light of the air shield dimmed instantly.
With the nourishment and growth of the spiritual roots in the body, Yang Zhen's level of body training has already returned to its best state.
This kind of Qi shield in the early stage of Qi training only requires——
"Bang!" The second punch was thrown, and the air shield was completely broken!
Before his opponent could react, Yang Zhen's third punch hit him hard on the back of the head like a rainstorm!
"Plop!" The man fell down.
Yang Zhen, win within two breaths!
The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...
In the next four days, Yang Zhen's victories were the same. The slight difference was that some took two punches and some took three punches. The most one person can do is five punches. This person reacts faster. Before the first protective shield breaks, he has already strengthened the second protective shield.
However, it only took two more punches, but the result was still the same.
After six consecutive victories, Yang Zhen’s final ranking in the Shiqi group is almost certain to be within the top six, which can be regarded as completing the mountain leader’s explanation ahead of schedule.
…
"That's right. I didn't expect this kid to be so fierce. He could smash the whole world with his fists, haha!"
Just when Yuan Shanchang secretly applauded this boy's performance, another person was furious.
At the regular summary meeting that day, he finally broke out:
"This is simply playing the piano randomly!" Geng Supervisor said angrily: "Our place is a sect's school, not a martial arts hall in the world! The students we teach practice Taoism and magic, not those messy martial arts. !”
"If we can win with a pair of fists, then why should we practice? We might as well go practice martial arts!"
"I propose that all schoolchildren must use spells during competitions and not rely on mortal martial arts to win!"
"That boy named Yang, all his grades will be invalidated!"
"It's better to drive him out! Why should a person who has practiced for two years and has no cultivation level participate in the sect's selection!"
"..."
Geng Supervisor's words are not unreasonable. Several teachers nodded frequently and felt the same way.
Yuan Shanchang frowned. He found that Yang Zhen had indeed gone too far, and instead aroused everyone's dissatisfaction.
"Qian Zhangshu, what do you think?" he asked an old man with a gray beard next to him.
The bookkeeper is responsible for managing the collection of books and various files and archives in the college, and is the third most important person in the college.
There are only three positions in Junguan Academy, which are appointed or assigned by the sect. In other words, those who are established in the sect are these three positions.
It is the chief of the mountain, the supervisor and the secretary.
Others, such as Yiyu (equivalent to a doctor), Zhangsi (in charge of sacrificial activities), teachers, etc., are all personnel hired by the county government.
As for the chiefs, they were temporarily invited by the county government to help manage the students.
To use a more common metaphor, those appointed by the sect are civil servants with a formal establishment; those hired by the county government are contract workers; and those appointed by the Zongmen are temporary workers.
Therefore, the only person who can really speak in the school, apart from the mountain chief and the supervisor, is the bookmaster.
Qian Zhangshu has always been of a leisurely nature and doesn't care much about anything. But in all matters big and small, I have always been firmly on the side of the mountain chief.
When he heard the question, he peeked over and saw Yuan Shanchang's brows furrowed, and he immediately understood what he meant.
Qian Zhangshu coughed and said slowly: "How many spells can a low-level monk use? In the end, if you use them all, you still have to rely on your fists to decide the outcome?"
"When I was in the sect, my master told me that as a monk, you must not neglect your martial arts skills, as they can save lives at critical moments..."
"I'll tell you a story. Back then, I went to a secret realm with a few fellow apprentices..."
"...Later I encountered a monster and several fellow apprentices ran out of spells..."
"So I used a sword..."
"Let me tell you about the time I went to the border county to capture some casual cultivators. That time..."
"The spell is also used up..."
The more he talked, the more excited he became: "One more time, I made a bet with someone..."
Everyone listened with great interest at first, but when the old man told the fifth story, Geng Prison couldn't bear it any longer: "Everyone, what I just proposed..."
"Hey, hey, I haven't finished speaking yet!" Old Man Qian was unhappy.
"Ahem." Seeing that everyone's incited emotions had calmed down, Yuan Shanchang spoke: "Let me say something. The overall situation of the competition in the past few days is good. Many good seedlings have appeared. The results are It’s gratifying, I believe our Shuyang County will perform very well in this sect examination!”
"The Geng Supervisor just mentioned that some people use fists in fighting. I think this is a very good phenomenon. It shows that our students are willing to use their brains, be prepared for danger in times of peace, and take precautions. Just now Zhangshu Qian told us from his personal experience that as a monk, Don’t forget your martial arts skills, they can save your life at critical moments!”
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and then nodded in agreement.
The mountain leader’s words inspired everyone and pointed out the shortcomings in their cultivation. They were words from the bottom of his heart and good words, and everyone benefited a lot.
…
A small storm subsided.
Except for the Geng Supervisory Academy, no one raised any objection to Yang Zhen's actions.
On the seventh day of the competition, Yang Zhen ushered in a familiar opponent——
Zhao Ying.
This girl whose legs he had broken and whose neck was drained of blood.
She is also on a six-game winning streak. In the Liqi group, the only one who has maintained unbeatable victory is the Three Spiritual Roots.
When the two people stood opposite each other on the high platform, there were shouts and shouts from below:
"Senior Sister Zhao, defeat this kid!"
As Yang Zhen wins again and again, more and more people are aggrieved against him.
How many people are willing to accept the fact that they were defeated by a mortal?
What's more, he is a person who they look down upon and whose qualifications are extremely low in their eyes?
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