Chapter 51 - 51 47 Yang Xingyong

51: Chapter 47 Yang Xingyong 51: Chapter 47 Yang Xingyong Between martial artists, close-quarters combat undoubtedly tests basic reactions the most, and truly demonstrates the foundation of one’s fighting techniques.

The cultivators of Sanshan City have been leaping over mountains as if on flat ground since childhood, fighting lions and tigers, naturally they’re extraordinary.

Although close-quarters combat is a risky move for him, he still has some confidence in it.

However, the Four Spirits Body Refinement Technique that Jiang Wang cultivated was a unique cultivation technique passed down by Soldier Home and was perfected on the Taixu Illusion Realm’s Dao Platform.

At this current stage, it is a top-notch body refinement cultivation method.

Jiang Wang’s muscles, though not exactly stronger than steel, were not far off.

The powerful vital energy lay dormant in each muscle, usually not very noticeable, but at an occasion like today, it erupted with unprecedented vigor!

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Fists flew and feet clashed, knees and elbows collided.

When the two men’s fists met, they produced sounds like drums beating.

Such intense, pure hand-to-hand combat was also unprecedented for Jiang Wang.

In this kind of fighting, he felt the Four Spirits Body Refinement Technique gradually merging into his body.

Although he had been diligently cultivating it before, having originated from an academy, he didn’t understand what true body refinement was.

In these head-on collisions, he felt his vital energy become fuller, his flesh body become stronger, his Path Origin become more animated, and he also felt…

the opponent’s strength was gradually weakening.

Boom!

In their final headbutt, the cultivator from Sanshan City collapsed backward, defeated.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to continue, but rather he truly couldn’t muster any more strength.

How hard he struggled, how desperately he fought, probably only Jiang Wang, who fought him, understood fully.

Several times, Jiang Wang thought the battle was over, but then came another punch from the opponent.

He keenly sensed the iron-willed determination of this Sanshan City cultivator.

He fought with all he had to win.

They did not want to be called barbarians!

However, the sad truth was the harder they fought, the more people said, “Look, that’s how barbarians are, they don’t care about their own lives.”

The referee raised the flag, and the outcome was decided.

The crowd surrounding them fell silent for a moment before bursting into cheers.

This was after all Fenglin City, Jiang Wang’s home turf.

Not to mention that Zhao Rucheng had hired a few burly men to roar enthusiastically, who, for a generous reward, could shout themselves hoarse.

It almost seemed like their feelings for Jiang Anan’s brother ran deeper than hers.

In the midst of the roaring cheers, Jiang Wang reached out to catch his opponent, preventing him from falling to the ground.

“May I have the honor to know your esteemed name?” Jiang Wang asked, looking at his respectable opponent and expressing his respect.

In fact, before the match began, the referee had announced their names, but Jiang Wang did not pay attention to them.

Like many ordinary people, although he did not show it, the prejudice against these so-called “barbarians” had taken root in his heart due to the environment he’d been raised in.

The cultivator from Sanshan City stood swaying, almost all his weight supported by Jiang Wang’s hand.

His eyes were swollen shut, leaving only the narrowest slits.

“My name is Yang Xingyong!” he declared with delight.

“I am Yang Xingyong!”

From outside the arena, Jiang Anan was clapping for her brother when she suddenly heard her friend’s voice.

“Anan!”

Qingzhi, the little girl, was leaping excitedly in the crowd, squeezing her way toward Jiang Anan with vivacious energy.

Following her was an old man, skinny and hunched with a severe stoop.

Yet, in such a crowded atmosphere, they made their way smoothly, seemingly without disturbing anyone else.

The public was curious about Jiang Anan’s friend, especially the little girl who wanted to hit Jiang Wang.

Huang Azhan always had a unique perspective; his eyes immediately caught sight of the hunchbacked old man.

The old man’s appearance…

was awkward.

Despite his serious expression, he naturally exuded a sleazy aura.

Huang Azhan nudged Zhao Rucheng with his elbow.

“Hey, look at that old man.”

“What about him?” asked Zhao Rucheng.

Huang Azhan lowered his voice: “Don’t you think his head…

it looks very much like…

like…”

“What does it look like?”

Huang Azhan didn’t speak, he just glanced downward.

Zhao Rucheng was first on guard, “What are you looking at!”

Then he realized what it was about and took a look in the same direction, stroking his chin, “Hey!

It does look alike…”

While they were chatting quietly, they were caught off guard as the hunchbacked old man suddenly looked up, glaring at them angrily.

Obviously, he had heard their conversation loud and clear.

“Let’s stop talking and watch the match,” Huang Azhan said with guilt, turning his head away and trying to look at the center of the arena as casually as possible.

“Cough cough,” Zhao Rucheng coughed twice and took Jiang Anan from Ling He’s shoulder, placing her on his own, “Anan, your brother Ling He is tired, sit on my shoulder for a while.”

He figured the old man wouldn’t hit someone who was holding a child, given his advanced age.

Jiang Anan was already quite familiar with Zhao Rucheng, so she didn’t mind whose shoulder she was sitting on and happily started chatting with Qingzhi.

“My brother just won, he is so impressive!”

In the end, Yang Xingyong had to be carried away.

The other two battles had ended quite early; one Cultivator from Soldier Home City secured an overwhelming victory over an opponent from Wangjiang City, while Wangjiang City’s Lin Zhengli effortlessly defeated another first-year student from Fenglin City.

However, the audience’s attention was clearly drawn to the fight between Jiang Wang and Yang Xingyong, as it was a fist-to-flesh intense battle.

“It’s just weaklings pecking at each other.

Fenglin City really is something, even its civilians lack discernment,” Lin Zhengli sneered at the other victor, seemingly seeking some agreement.

But the victor from Soldier Home City clearly didn’t agree.

He said coldly, “Please respect your opponent.”

In his view, Lin Zhengli’s behavior was disrespectful not only to Jiang Wang but also to Yang Xingyong of his own Soldier Home City.

Lin Zhengli felt slighted by the cold response and thought resentfully, “Barbarian.”

The Cultivator from Soldier Home City looked like he was about to spit fire from his eyes, but he didn’t say anything more.

With the first round over, each city had one winner remaining, thus sharing the spoils of victory.

Next up was the round-robin section, where the order would be decided by drawing lots; this round was largely influenced by luck.

A referee from the county institute was responsible for drawing the lots, undoubtedly reflecting fairness to the greatest extent.

He pulled out a lot and upon looking at it, announced, “Jiang Wang!”

Ling He and Zhao Rucheng both sighed in relief down below, as this meant that the first match would be between Lin Zhengli and the Cultivator from Soldier Home City, followed by Jiang Wang fighting each of them in turn.

This was undoubtedly a most favorable draw.

Jiang Wang moved to the side of the arena, yielding the central position to the two about to battle.

As they passed each other, Lin Zhengli chuckled softly, “You’re really lucky, you get to stay for another round.”

The implication was that once the second round of the round-robin started, he would beat Jiang Wang so badly that Jiang couldn’t continue fighting; his tone was full of disdain.

Jiang Wang smiled, “I hope your luck is also a little better so that you can meet me later.”

He meant that Lin Zhengli might not even make it to the second round, potentially getting knocked out in the first.

When it came to trash-talking, he was, after all, well-versed by Zhao Rucheng, so he was not completely powerless to retaliate.

However, he didn’t quite understand where Lin Zhengli’s hostility towards him came from; was it really because the slogan Zhao Rucheng had others make was too high-profile?

Jiang Wang failed to see a man who looked less than straightforward and outspoken, a formally educated Cultivator sent to represent Wangjiang City academy in combat, would lose his temper so easily.

Jiang Wang was actually quite interested in the answer behind it.

As for the battle itself, he truly feared nothing.

Compared to Lin Zhengli’s frivolous and irate display, the Cultivator from Soldier Home City remained silent, just observing his opponent.

The attitude he showed towards the battle was undoubtedly more serious.

It also showed that he had a stronger desire for the outcome of the fight.