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Chapter 128 Until Death
"My son is quite perseverant!"

Wen Zhi sighed.

The selection examination hall is not a vegetable market, so naturally not everyone can come in. Even a martial arts saint is not allowed to approach it casually.

Wen Zhi and Shao Yujing both came here on impulse and did not go to the special viewing area. They were stopped by many soldiers with spears and could only watch from afar.

It just so happened that Wen Qiushi had his back to them and couldn't see what was happening in front of him.

It can be seen that Chen Sanshi's spear skills are extremely sharp. He quickly gained the upper hand in the competition, and the situation was one-sided.

But Wen Qiushi did not give up and still persisted.

Wen Zhi analyzed: "This spear technique is indeed not like the ones commonly circulated in the army. It feels like a spear technique that combines the strengths of many schools and is created by itself. Is it the spear technique created by Sun Xiangzong?
"But the problem is, the selection of strikers hasn't even ended yet, where does his marksmanship come from? Could it be that Sun Xiangzong has already chosen him?"

"The young man surnamed Chen has a good relationship with the young master of the Sun family. It's normal for him to learn some marksmanship. It's not a big deal."

Which of these geniuses learned normal martial arts?

"Well, it's not unfair that I lost."

Wen Zhi looked at the old commander on the city wall and said, "Even for a martial saint like me, our strength will decline greatly when we are old and weak. He is said to be dying, so how could he kill Ning Changqun with one move? Ning Changqun is stronger than both of us! How long should we continue to tolerate him?"

A considerable portion of the military supplies for the eight battalions needed to be donated by them, and the amount was huge.

In addition, due to the wide range of controls, their income in all aspects will also decline.

It can be said that wherever the Eight Battalions went, there was no one who did not hate Sun Xiangzong.

But there is no use hating, you can only hate in your heart and hope that the other person dies quickly.

"Let's not talk about this for now."

Shao Yujing said, "If your son continues to fight, he will die. Why don't you admit defeat?"

……

“Wow…I…”

Wen Qiushi wanted to shout the word "surrender", but he couldn't do it no matter what. His mouth was in a mess, his teeth were broken like sand, and he kept spitting out sticky blood. Even though he tried desperately to block with his two swords, there were more and more loopholes.

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

Every flaw of his would be accurately captured, and a bloody hole would appear on his body. Even if it was not a vital part, he would not last long.

How many holes can a living person withstand?

Wen Qiushi didn't even have the chance to escape and jump off the ring. Once he stopped, he would be dead. He could only endure the severe pain and make miserable "woohoo" sounds, hoping that this way others would see his intention to admit defeat and be saved.

……

"Admit defeat!"

Outside the court, Wen Zhi shouted loudly: "Stop, admit defeat, we admit defeat!"

No one paid attention.

He tried to enter, but was once again stopped by spears.

"Master Wen, no one can disrupt the order of the selection!"

"This general."

Wen Zhi pointed at the ring, and the tone of the martial saint was extremely panicked when he spoke: "My son is admitting defeat, he has already admitted defeat, quickly go up and pull them apart!"

"nonsense."

An older Tongmai general said, "Your son is clearly fighting with all his might, a true iron-blooded hero. Master Wen, as a father, please do not spoil your son."

"Mouth!"

The two people on the ring changed directions.

Wen Zhicai finally saw his son's bloody face and roared, "He can't shout to admit defeat, save him, hurry up!"

"Oh?"

The old general narrowed his eyes and looked over, and said slowly, "It seems to be true."

……

When the fight got to this point, the people watching noticed something was wrong.

"hiss!"

Eunuch Hou was watching intently, and said with a click of the tongue, "This Lord Chen is quite interesting. He kept beating the man after injuring his mouth so that he couldn't speak. He was ready to kill him!"

"You are so young, yet so cruel."

Pei Tiannan commented: "Master Chen is really a good leader, but isn't that a bit too much?"

"Excessive?"

Eunuch Hou sneered and said, "Master Pei, didn't you see that Wen Qiushi also tried to kill Tang Yingke?"

"Oh?"

Pei Tiannan said: "Eunuch Hou, what you mean is that Master Chen is avenging Master Tang's young master?"

"Indeed!" Eunuch Hou nodded.

Tang Yingke was in the corner of the martial arts arena, urgently treating his injuries. How could he not understand what was happening? His pupils kept trembling and he was speechless for a while.

"Brother Tang, did you see that?"

Bai Tingzhi said excitedly: "General Chen is avenging you! You must remember this kindness!"

……

"stop!"

The general in charge of supervising the exam finally confirmed that the young master of Pi Yue Villa was mumbling that he wanted to admit defeat and end the exam, so he rushed over.

“Wuwu——”

Wen Qiushi's moves were in complete disarray. I couldn't hear clearly what he was saying, but I could hear the obvious crying tone. In addition to the vital parts, there were seven or eight bloody holes on his body!

And from the beginning of the competition to this moment.

Only three rounds had passed, which was just the time it took to take a few deep breaths.

It was quite fast that the others were able to react at this time.

Chen Sanshi watched the invigilating general coming towards him, and the dragon-elephant blood in his body began to surge again. Under the extreme blood flow, the power and speed of the spear in his hand reached a new level.

Wen Qiushi's strength is really good. This is the first time since he started practicing martial arts that he feels killing someone is so difficult. The two ring-handled swords can always protect the vital parts and save lives at the last moment. But according to calculations, the time is almost enough, just a little bit faster!

"Master Chen, you are crazy!"

There were also many eliminated elite generals watching the battle nearby, and they all had expressions of confusion.

Do you have to kill someone?
Isn't he afraid?

"Wen Qiushi's father is the owner of Pi Yue Villa and a martial saint!"

"Master Chen, stop it!"

"..."

In the ring, swords and knives have no mercy and you don’t have to be responsible for life or death.

That's what it says.

But in reality, how many people really dare?

If you don't have a strong background, you will basically not get hurt. Even if your opponent is stronger, they will try their best to hold back. If you don't have a strong background, you don't have so many concerns and often have to face the opponent's full strength. This Lord Chen...

"madman!"

Yan Changqing's heart was beating fast as he watched.

In the arena.

The wrists of Wen Qiushi's hands seemed to be bitten by poisonous snakes. The tendons of his hands were torn apart. He could no longer hold the double swords, and naturally lost the last resort to save his life.

He raised his hands and was about to kneel down to beg for mercy.

pity.

He didn't even have the chance to kneel.

"stop!"

"stop--"

"Pfft-"

The reed spear reached the finish line just before the opponent knelt down, piercing his heart. Hot blood spurted out and splashed in the air like a blooming blood lotus.

"Buzz!"

The proctoring general's big hand grasped the gun barrel.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Supported by the spear, Wen Qiushi's body was in a stiff state as if he wanted to kneel down, but was only halfway down. His head drooped weakly, and blood flowed down his chin. Due to its viscosity, it did not drip directly onto the ground, but just hung in the air. The whole person looked like a dead body.

"you……"

The general in charge looked at the man with the gun, his expression complicated: "He has already admitted defeat, but you still want to kill him."

"General, he didn't shout."

Chen Sanshi looked confused: "This doesn't count as a foul, right?"

"Not counting."

The general in charge of the examination laughed instead: "It's a plea if you die."

previously.

When Tang Yingke shouted "surrender", he was also responsible for stopping the competition.

They really shouted it out.

The man surnamed Wen didn't give him face either.

You deserve to die!
It can only be said that it is his own fault.

The invigilating general loosened his hand and didn't even bother to care about the corpse. He just turned around and jumped away. It had nothing to do with him.

"My son!!!"

"boom--"

far away.

Wen Zhi chopped off the spear in front of him with one palm and tried to rush onto the stage, but was stopped by a new wall of people. A mountain-like figure appeared beside him.

“Lü Ji!!”

Wen Zhi stopped abruptly and did not move forward. His voice trembled: "My son, he killed my son!"

"Your son didn't admit defeat."

Lu Ji's face was calm: "The invigilator also went to rescue him. Everything was in accordance with the rules. We are not biased towards any party. I hope Master Wen will not make trouble unreasonably."

"Ah! I'm going to kill him!"

Wen Zhi roared: "Lü Ji, you must stop me?!"

"It's just the death of a son, why are you so excited?"

Lu Ji frowned, his tone filled with impatience: "Don't you still have two sons? The youngest one still has the body of a martial saint, so just train him again. Rules are rules, I advise you not to do something you will regret, or I won't be able to help you if I want to."

"you……"

Wen Zhi's face turned red and veins bulged. He looked at Sun Xiangzong who had no reaction on the city wall, then looked at Lu Ji. In the end, he could only punch out, smashing a huge stone pillar several meters high on the edge of the martial arts field into pieces.

He gnashed his teeth, his voice full of sarcasm: "Lü Ji, you don't have to scare me! You should think about yourself first! You have been a martial saint for many years, is it that you can't break through, or is it that Sun Xiangzong doesn't teach you? Now this last batch of selected forwards is going to be passed to someone else, and you are still standing here, acting like a dog for him?!"

"Master Wen, don't worry about this."

Lu Ji closed his eyes and said, "Someone, bring Master Wen's body to Master Wen."

"Yes!"

"Snapped!"

Soon, the bloody corpse was placed in front of him.

"Since you are here to participate in the draft, you have to join the army. There will be casualties when joining the army. This is something everyone should have prepared for long ago."

The old general said disdainfully: "Master Wen, don't let us look down on you."

"Old Wen."

Shao Yujing patted his shoulder and said, "Calm down. Your Erlang and Sanlang are waiting for you to come back. Let's go."

After Wen Zhi punched the ground a dozen times, he looked fiercely at Chen Sanshi on the ring, then picked up his eldest son's body, turned around, and walked away with heavy steps.

At the exit of the military city, he was stopped by a wheelchair again.

"Fang Qingyun?"

Wen Zhi asked, "What do you want to do now?"

"I'm here to remind Master Wen of something."

Fang Qingyun said slowly in a clear voice: "According to the rules, you cannot take any revenge in private, otherwise..."

"I know, you don't need to tell me!"

Wen Zhi said word by word: "Get out of the way!"

"It's no use talking."

Fang Qingyun said slowly, "During the next period of time, if anyone including Chen Sanshi and his family, even a maid in the mansion, gets into an accident, Master Wen had better produce sufficient evidence to prove his innocence, otherwise, he will inevitably be questioned."

"Is this what Sun Xiangzong meant? He...protects this person so much?!"

Wen Zhi's face twisted: "Why, if someone wants to kill him recently, do I have to be his bodyguard?"

"It depends on what Master Wen thinks."

Fang Qingyun glanced at the martial arts arena and said, "In short, this is the rule. If you are going to be retaliated because the son of the Martial Saint was killed, there is no need to talk about rewards and punishments in the future. Just disperse. This is the foundation of my Eighth Battalion, you should understand.

"Finally, I'd like to say one more thing. My master has been a little emotionally unstable in the past two years, so..."

"I see."

Wen Zhi struggled to utter a few words.

What can he do?
So what if he’s a Martial Saint?
In other places, the Martial Saint is indeed a saint!

But here, where the Eight Great Battalions are, it’s really... shit!
All we can do is hope that Sun Xiangzong dies soon and bring peace and tranquility to the world.

(End of this chapter)