Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 104: A Fair Battle

Chen Chou insisted that Duan Mingyuan had taken him down yesterday by taking advantage of a sneak attack, and he didn't even have the chance to use his real skills.

As we all know, sneak attacks are despised by the world, and winning by sneak attacks does not make one look like a hero.

If both sides set up the barrier and prepared for battle in an upright manner, he and Duan Mingyuan should be on par with each other. If one takes into account his knowledge of trickery and the age difference between the two, he should even have a slight advantage.

The older, the stronger. Chen Chou believed that Duan Mingyuan would agree with this old saying.

"Mingyuan, let me be frank with you. The sparring between you and me yesterday was just an accident."

Before the fight officially began, Chen Chou crossed his arms over his chest, completely forgetting the sneak attack plan he had been researching all night.

The original plan was for him to arrive at the classroom five hours early and extend his barrier before Duan Mingyuan arrived. As soon as the class started, he would immediately launch a surprise attack to let this shameless kid also taste the feeling of being attacked by surprise.

But now things have changed.

Although Duan Mingyuan was extremely shameless, he had good vision. They knew that he was a leading figure in the academic world, and the students in these academies looked at him with admiration.

Could the Great Leader of the Mountain do such a despicable thing as a sneak attack?
Of course not!

Not only did he have to fight Duan Mingyuan fairly, but he also had to leave room for himself at all times and finally stop when he won, so that he could show the demeanor of a master.

So Chen Chou felt that he had to remind Duan Mingyuan, "Don't underestimate me and think that you can defeat me just by finding a peach wood sword to ward off evil spirits."

The classics in the collection do mention that the peach wood sword has the effect of exorcising evil spirits, but in a battle of the highest level of enchantment, this method of warding off evil spirits will have no effect at all. Only a weakling who has just entered the industry would use a peach wood sword to stab people by rote.

Chen Chou said coldly, "The youngsters are still watching. If you want to fight, then fight with all your strength. Don't make excuses after losing, saying that you were careless, slandering others for sneak attacks, and making people laugh at you!"

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Duan Mingyuan couldn't see the expression on Chen Chou's face at the moment. He was shocked at how the other party had the nerve to say such a thing.

This was the second time he and Chen Chou had met, and the old man had already accused him of sneak attacks several times, both explicitly and covertly.

But he kindly explained, "This is not an ordinary peach wood sword."

He now seriously suspected that if Chen Chou lost to him again this time, he would come up with a theory like "there is a high wall between unarmed and armed".

Duan Mingyuan had not originally intended to use weapons, but the barrier of this class was specially demonstrated for Ning Ruyue. In his opinion, the skills passed down by the First King could never be as simple as stabbing people with a flying sword.

"Oh? What's the origin of this peach wood sword?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Chou opened his mouth and asked, and curiously looked at the peach wood sword in Duan Mingyuan's hand.

To be honest, he didn't see the point.

The material is peach wood which is very common in the back mountain, and no magic has been applied.

"My wife made this by herself after going to the back mountain to find peach wood early in the morning."

Duan Mingyuan looked down at the peach wood sword in his hand, his eyes softened. This peach wood sword had a long history with the Ruihu clan, and its production method was recorded in the "Ruihu Cultivation Notes". "My wife's ancestor was a Ruihu. When my father-in-law went down the mountain to travel, he made peach wood into swords and helped the villagers when he passed through the villages. Therefore, there are legends in various places that peach wood swords can ward off evil spirits-"

"You are looking for death, are you sick?"

Chen Chou suddenly jumped up and launched an attack. The dark fog brought with it the breath of death.

This is the power that the people of Hell sought through blood sacrifice—to strip away life, and anyone who touches it will die. It represents their hatred for the outsiders and the surrenderers in the court.

This hatred was extremely heavy, yet this shameless man Duan Mingyuan was talking about love matters in front of him without any shame!

Chen Chou's eyes were red, and the joy of being called the Great Leader was drowned by the hatred in his heart. He had been imprisoned in the Nether Prison for hundreds of years, and now he finally broke through the seal to listen to this kind of thing?

Ning Ruyue and the others all had their eyes wide open, watching the rising black fog set off a storm, pulling in all the white in the world.

Even the teacher's figure was swallowed up by the darkness in an instant.

Apart from the empty space where they stood, there was no other light shining into the world.

The students found it hard to imagine that the old senior who had just acted like a hedgehog monster could be so powerful!
"Be careful, I'm going to attack from the left."

The voice coming from the depths of darkness was very calm.

Chen Chou smiled disdainfully and immediately redirected his life energy to the opposite direction, taking a defensive stance. "Ha, Mingyuan, you better not use such a low-class trick - ouch, fuck!"

The flying peach wood sword broke through the darkness like a burning arrow and pierced straight into the back of Chen Chou's unprotected head.

Ning Ruyue couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh when she saw this.

It was hard for her to imagine how this old man, Chen Chou, managed to be both powerful and funny.

But then, her smile froze on her face.

She rubbed her eyes hard to confirm whether she was seeing things - she saw more than one peach wood sword!

Countless peach wood swords were suspended beside Duan Mingyuan, and a wall formed by strong winds dispersed the black fog.

This is... the sword-wielding technique passed down to her by her father!
Chen Chou, who was holding his forehead, obviously recognized the magic used by Duan Mingyuan. An almost crazy smile appeared on his face. He completely forgot about the pain and said suddenly, "So that's it, so that's it! This can explain it! It was sent by that kid who claimed to be the first king!"

As a comrade who had fought against the aliens together in the past, how could he forget this skill of wielding a sword?

"The next blow is from the sky."

This time Chen Chou no longer hesitated. The moment he raised his head, a giant hand made of black fog stretched out to the sky. Almost at the same time, peach wood swords fell like a rainstorm and tore through the darkness in the clouds.

Ning Ruyue and others looked up and saw that the "sky" was already riddled with holes. At this moment, they finally understood why the teacher wanted to hold the fight in the scroll.

If this fight was moved outside, the entire academy would probably be destroyed in an instant by the aftermath of the two people's barrier.

She couldn't help but stand up. This scene made her heart surge. She clenched her fists, but her body still couldn't stop shaking.

When Ning Ruyue was young, she had read a description of the art of wielding swords in an ancient book in the court. This magical art was extremely miraculous, and her father was the one who had mastered it to perfection. At his peak, he could fire thousands of swords at the same time, and the descending swords were enough to tear down the sky.

"Well done!"

Chen Chou shouted angrily. At this moment, he regarded Duan Mingyuan, who was controlling the flying sword, as the first king.

They hated the aliens, and they hated even more the surrenderers who surrendered to them and gave up everything they had.

The palm made of black mist was shattered by the impact of the flying sword, but it barely protected him.

The new and old grudges combined made him no longer regard this as a simple barrier battle demonstration.

But Duan Mingyuan didn't think so, and asked with concern, "Old man, do you want to rest for a while?"

"rest?"

Chen Chou, who had a peach wood sword stuck in his forehead and shoulder, sneered, "I'm afraid you are running out of strength. I think that the First King's kid is only this capable! Prepare to die!"

(End of this chapter)