Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1235: On-site rescue and instruction

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【Indoor fighting arena】

The atmosphere on the fighting arena today was so depressing that water could drip out of it.

The civilian masters all looked solemn, and the occasional glances they gave each other were tinged with bitterness.

Looking at the small team represented by Zhu Wuneng, although they are all energetic and motivated, their expressions are quite calm.

"If this continues, all the civilian masters will be wiped out." An audience member muttered softly.

"Yes, the gap in strength is still too obvious. However, it is not easy for them to hold on until now." The person next to him echoed.

At this time, a tall civilian master, Aaron Fleck, stood up and said loudly: "Brothers, we can't give up so easily! Even if we lose, we must lose with dignity!"

Zhu Wuneng smiled coldly: "Why, Aaron, you still want to fight? Single, double, or group, we will accompany you to the end."

……

At this moment, the wood healer's expression suddenly tensed up, and he shouted hoarsely, "Go get the life healer quickly, there's a life-threatening danger!"

As a holder of wood soul power, he can use the vitality of plants and trees to awaken the soul power of the wounded and stimulate metabolism for first aid, but facing the current crisis, his healing power is ultimately inferior to that of the life system.

The ice-type student had resisted stubbornly, and not only was his body covered with scars, his internal organs had also been severely damaged, which greatly reduced the effectiveness of his treatment.

He is only an assistant teacher of the Soul Sect, and his medical skills are limited after all.

This shout was like a thunderclap, instantly startling all the students in the room.

Although everyone was on edge in the soul power duel just now, they did not expect it to turn into a life-and-death situation.

They gathered around him, their fighting spirits were just a dispute of pride at most, but no one wanted to kill anyone.

Just at this moment, a brilliant yellow light streaked across the sky, and two figures appeared before everyone's eyes like gods descending.

"It's Master Wushuang!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed first.

"The exiled immortal Chen Xinyi has also arrived!" another person followed closely behind.

"Get out of the way! Let Miss Xiaoyi treat him. She is a Soul King-level healer!"

Everyone made way for her. Xiao Yi took light lotus steps, her skirt fluttering, and walked to the side of the ice-type student.

The therapist quickly stood up and asked everyone to disperse, leaving Xiaoyi enough space to practice her medical skills.

She first squatted down, placed her bare hands lightly on the student's pulse, closed her eyes slightly, and the soul power in her body flowed slowly like a gurgling stream, seeping into the student's body along her fingertips.

The delicate soul power was like a nimble spirit, moving through the students' meridians, carefully examining every injury.

After a moment, Xiaoyi frowned slightly and murmured softly: "The external injuries are crisscrossed, the internal organs are severely damaged, and the soul power is in disorder. The situation is more difficult than expected."

After saying that, she stood up and quickly formed seals with her hands.

In an instant, soft and bright rays of life bloomed from her palms, like the warm sunshine in spring.

These lights gradually gathered together and turned into a light shield as thin as a cicada's wing, covering the ice-type students.

Then, Xiaoyi waved her hands lightly, and the light in the light shield began to flicker rhythmically, as if playing a melody of life.

As the light pulsed, the wounds on the students' bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their originally pale faces gradually regained color.

However, the injuries to the internal organs are of primary concern.

A thick sob was emanating from the curled-up young man's throat, and in the ripped apart collar of his shirt, dark purple bruises were spreading along his ribs like a living thing.

Xiaoyi's fingertips hovered three inches above the wound, and the soul seal on the wrist bone burst out with a light of emerald and white.

The light condensed into a gossamer-like mist, and upon closer inspection, it was actually countless granular crystals vibrating wildly.

It should be a mixture of wood and life, and the integration of vitality and life force.

Xiaoyi took a deep breath and concentrated her soul power on her fingertips, turning it into a ray of light as thin as a hair, which accurately pierced into the students' acupuncture points.

When the first ray of light mist touched the rolled flesh, the young man suddenly straightened his back and let out a half-roar from his throat.

His fingertips pressed even harder into the void, stitching up the festering skin layer by layer through the air.

The fireflies formed by soul power began to flow back into the wound, and wisps of black smoke rose from the purple bruises.

The boy's nails dug deeply into the cracks in the floor, and the veins on his forehead bulged like a wriggling earthworm, but the edges of the ulcers had already turned the light pink color unique to new flesh.

The student's internal injuries began to slowly improve. Xiaoyi's hair was soaked with cold sweat, and tiny specks of light condensed on her eyelashes.

When the last trace of black air evaporated in the emerald halo, the sound of the bell at three quarters past noon came from the bell tower in the distance.

Then, the soul power started to run wild and out of control.

She was fully focused, and with her precise control over soul power, she carefully guided the chaotic soul power in the students' bodies, gradually calming it down.

Every time the soul power was guided, beads of sweat appeared on Xiaoyi's forehead.

With her unremitting efforts, her originally weak breathing gradually became steady and strong.

Everyone around held their breath, staring at Xiaoyi's every move without blinking, and the entire fighting arena was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoyi slowly withdrew her soul power, gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, took a long breath, and stood up.

The Soul Sect assistant teacher hurried over to check on him. After a while, a relieved smile appeared on his face: "His life is saved, but he still needs to be nursed back to health for a while before he can fully recover. You are indeed the Exiled Immortal Xiaoyi."

The onlookers suddenly burst into warm cheers.

…………

At the same time, Chen Xiaojun walked slowly towards the small team with a sullen face.

Zhu Wuneng saw this and suddenly felt embarrassed. He said shyly, "Master, we..."

Each of these people was a little proud.

Chen Xiaojun's eyes swept through the crowd calmly, and finally settled on Zhu Wuneng: "I already know what happened. You were a little too passionate in handling it."

Then, his gaze turned to the side, looking at Ma Liang with a somewhat guilty look.

When Ma Liang saw Chen Xiaojun looking at him, his lips moved slightly and he called softly, "Sixth Brother..."

Chen Xiaojun raised his hand slightly, patted Ma Liang's shoulder gently, and said in a gentle voice: "You need to further strengthen your control."

Ma Liang nodded heavily.

Chen Xiaojun turned his gaze to Chen Bin and Chen Shurui, and said seriously: "You two, go back and write a self-criticism of no less than 3,000 words, and hand it to me tomorrow."

Chen Shurui was embarrassed when he heard this, and was about to say, "Sixth brother, I..."

Chen Xiaojun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a light smile, but his eyes were a little sharp: "Why, do you have any objections?!"

Chen Shurui was immediately silenced by Chen Xiaojun's question, and quickly said, "Uh, no objection, no objection."

Then, he looked at Su Ningxia and Gao Cuilan: "They are the charging carriages, and you are the charioteers who control the reins."

They bowed slightly when they heard this.

Then, Chen Xiaojun looked at Ma Wencai, Ji Bochang, Liu Ruxue and others. After all, it was a faction battle.

At this moment, those civilian masters also walked over here.

In the crowd, a person who seemed to be the leader walked steadily to Chen Xiaojun, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "Student Hongchen, you are here."

Chen Xiaojun nodded slightly and asked politely, "What is this senior's name?"

The man also clasped his fists and responded: "My name is Mejibo."

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When he heard the name, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that this person had come to this world.

Chen Xiaojun quickly collected his thoughts, straightened his expression, and said, "Tell me your ideas and demands."

Before he finished speaking, a tremendous force suddenly burst out, sweeping over everyone in an instant, as if a ripple suddenly rises in a cold pond in late autumn, causing the entire sky to darken.

They were all a little frightened.

To be so powerful, one really needs both strength and status.

At this time, Mejibo stepped forward and said sincerely: "Student Hongchen, as the captain of the school team, you naturally have a say in the affairs of the school team."

"This time, several regular players on the school team withdrew from the preliminary round due to injuries, leaving some spots vacant. The school directly selected several students from Zhu Wuneng."

"We don't have any problem with them, but we have also worked hard to learn the skills for more than ten years, but they didn't even give us a chance. We really feel unwilling to accept it."

"That's why we invited them to compete on stage. Even if they are not as strong as us, they should at least let us know where the gap is!"

Chen Xiaojun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sketching a gentle smile, and slowly said, "I would like to ask first, where did this rumor that you can't participate in the competition come from?"

Mejibo couldn't help but be startled and subconsciously turned his head to look at his companion beside him.

I saw that everyone else was looking at each other, with expressions of confusion and bewilderment on their faces.

"Rumors..." Megibo's dry laugh sounded like it had been rubbed by sandpaper. He scratched his head and said uncertainly, "Isn't that so? Isn't that what everyone says?"

Chen Xiaojun shook his head gently and said calmly: "It seems that you yourself don't know the source of this rumor."

He paused, glanced at the civilian masters present, and continued, "First of all, the list of participants has not been officially announced yet, so this rumor is naturally false."

"Secondly, your current private fighting spirit method cannot be used as a standard for selecting members of the school team."

After hearing what Chen Xiaojun said, these civilian masters looked at each other, and were a little at a loss for a moment.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "So this rumor is false. Our fight was in vain!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the place suddenly exploded like a boiling pot, with noise everywhere and people whispering and talking to each other.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xiaojun slowly raised his hand and pressed it in the air. Everyone seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force and suddenly became quiet.

He looked at everyone calmly and said, "Although several seniors were injured, the severity of their injuries varies. Not all of them can't participate in the competition."

"It's just that after comprehensive consideration, I gave this preliminary round opportunity to Wu Neng and the others."

When everyone heard this, someone immediately looked indignant and shouted, "That's still an internal decision!"

(End of this chapter)