From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 48 Castration

Ren Debiao saw that Meng Yuan was not just bluffing, but was really determined to fight to the death. He couldn't help but think of the man carrying Wolf Da down the mountain.

By that time, the man had used up most of his strength fighting with Wolf, but he still carried Wolf on his shoulders. His feet were in the mud and he fell on his butt several times. However, he gritted his teeth and made it to the bottom of the mountain without asking for help or complaining.

It was from that time that Ren Debiao felt that Master Nie no longer looked at him seriously and was no longer willing to teach him anything.

"I have entered the eighth rank, you are no match for me, do you really want to humiliate yourself?" Ren Debiao did not want to weaken his momentum, so he immediately pointed out the strength of both sides.

"Stop talking so much! You've lost your courage!" Meng Yuan was very confident. The opponent had just entered the eighth level. The method of transporting the true energy of the Kuangfeng Sword Technique was still in the lower thirty-three days and had not yet entered the "eighth level change" that Master Nie mentioned.

When Ren Debiao heard this, he felt as if his weakness had been exposed, and he immediately gritted his teeth and picked up the knife.

Ren Debiao was seen moving very fast, and he rushed forward in an instant. The long knife in his hand slashed out like a silver streak, slashing towards Meng Yuan's throat.

The knife was so fast that it made a sharp sound of breaking wind.

Meng Yuan was not in a hurry. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes and took a step back. He waited until the opponent was exhausted before he drew his sword.

With a "clang" sound, the two knives collided, like a sudden spring thunder, startling the birds in the distance.

After a brief test, the two men separated. Ren Debiao used this force to turn his body and attack Meng Yuan's chest again.

Meng Yuan raised his knife to block and counterattacked the opponent's lower body.

The Kuangfeng Sword Technique requires speed, and the two men performed it at the same time. For a while, the fight was hard to determine, and the flashing swords were really a beautiful sight.

All the students have learned this set of swordsmanship. Although they do not understand the magic of moving true energy, they see that every sword strike of the two people on the field is as fast as the wind, and their bodies are constantly moving, which is too dazzling to watch, and they can't help but feel fascinated.

The swords flashed as they fought back and forth. After a while, Meng Yuan realized that although the opponent had reached the eighth level and knew how to move his true energy, he was inferior to him in terms of speed, strength, and reaction speed.

Meng Yuan thought to himself, firstly, he had tempered his body twice, so the Qi in his Dantian was fuller than the other party's, and his acupoints were wider, so the Qi flowed smoothly; secondly, the other party seemed to have not yet comprehended the principle of the combination of Qi and strength, and the combination of mind and Qi, or he had not been taught by Master Nie.

At this moment, Ren Debiao had also discovered that something was wrong. Although he was fighting with the opponent, he always felt that the opponent was using him to sharpen his knife.

From holding back strength at the beginning to using all of his inner energy to wield the sword, no matter how he performed, the opponent's eyes would always follow, and the opponent's sword would immediately follow up. The opponent's strength and speed were also exactly the same, and he couldn't even tell when the opponent would run out of inner energy.

Ren Debiao frowned and thought about it, then he became ruthless and was about to sing a line to pretend that the fight was a draw, when he felt the opponent's knife suddenly move up with more force and the knife became faster, leaving only an afterimage.

Ren Debiao desperately blocked seven sword attacks in a row without taking a breath or saying a word. He only felt that the opponent's strength was very heavy, far beyond his own, and his arms were already sore from the shock.

In a trance, Ren Debiao felt the handle of a knife hitting his back. His internal organs immediately shook, he felt dizzy, and he couldn't stand steadily. The long knife in his hand fell out of his hand.

Ren Debiao staggered and fell to the ground. He felt that the opponent seemed to have held back some strength in this attack.

Although he lost, Ren Debiao felt somewhat relieved because his opponent seemed to have forgotten the fact that the fight was not only about winning but also about life and death, and did not kill him.

Just as Ren Debiao was about to admit defeat when he felt a piercing pain in his left arm.

Ren Debiao quickly turned around and saw that it was Meng Yuan who stepped on his left arm and broke it.

A scream resounded throughout the training ground, Ren Debiao was sweating profusely and rolling around.

"The sword's shadow shuttles through the light and shadow, the blade moves high and low, the sky and the earth support it. It's as fast as a meteor chasing the sun and the moon, and as quick as lightning to cut through Cangwu." Meng Yuan retracted his foot, "Brother Ren, it's not a problem that you haven't practiced the Kuangfeng sword technique well, but bullying the weak and hurting colleagues is a big problem." Without waiting for Ren Debiao to reply, Meng Yuan sheathed the sword, looked at the students, and said, "Master Nie taught us skills, not to show off in front of others, not to make people laugh, but to protect the princess in the future. You can spar with each other, but you are not allowed to fight against each other, harm your neighbors, or hurt each other!"

Everyone stared at Meng Yuan in a daze, then looked at Ren Debiao who had a broken arm, and no one said anything for a while.

"Have you remembered everything?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Remember!" everyone shouted loudly.

Meng Yuan went forward to check on the injuries of Wu Changsheng and Tie Niu, and was relieved to see that the wounds were not deep.

"Zhang Qing and Song Laohe carry Brother Ren back to his residence, and Wu Changsheng go outside to call a doctor." Meng Yuan arranged the funeral.

"This..." Wu Changsheng had forgotten to cover the wound on his arm. He glanced at Ren Debiao who was writhing in pain and asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Meng, should we send him directly to the clinic?"

"It's just a broken bone. As a warrior, you just need to rest for two months. Just go outside and invite a doctor." Meng Yuan pressed the handle of the knife and emphasized: "Don't let Brother Ren suffer. Find a good doctor with both virtue and art!"

"Yes!" Wu Changsheng immediately took the order and left.

Zhang Qing and Song Laohe also lifted Ren Debiao and walked out.

"Hu Qian, Zhao Tieniu, follow me. The rest of you, just focus on your training!" Meng Yuan immediately walked out of the training ground.

Hu Qian and Tie Niu hurriedly caught up.

After walking for a while, Tie Niu's eyes showed a rare gleam of thought. He leaned close to Meng Yuan's ear, afraid that Hu Qian would hear him, and whispered, "Brother, aren't you going to look for Uncle Jiang and Miss Jiang first? Are you going to run away without them?"

"Tie Niu! I heard everything!" Hu Qian patted Tie Niu's back hard, then pulled Meng Yuan and asked, "Where are we going? Otherwise, I'll go find my mother. She can still say a few words in front of the princess."

"Why do you two only want to take the crooked path? Why can't you be upright? Did the princess ask us to learn martial arts so that we can use personal connections?" Meng Yuan made a severe criticism and said seriously: "I hurt someone, so I should admit my mistake and accept the punishment! I am here to look for plums! It seems that I didn't find the thorns, otherwise I would definitely bear the thorns and apologize!"

Hu Qian opened her mouth and she found that although Meng Yuan was upright, he seemed to be very familiar with this kind of thing, as if he was used to doing it.

Moreover, he said that he was going to accept the punishment, but he looked like he was just visiting someone!

"Everyone has his own consequences. I know you are angry with this man, but after all, I was the one who hurt him, so the blame lies with me alone. When you two meet Xunmei, just tell the truth and testify for me." Meng Yuan said.

Hu Qian was speechless. She carefully thought about what had happened and found that this Senior Brother Meng seemed to be right in every aspect. Even though he ended up hurting someone, it could be said to be an act of anger.

Moreover, the ninth rank defeated the eighth rank. Hu Qian felt that given Master Nie's personality, he might even praise him a few words.

"What did your brother do before?" Hu Qian pulled Tie Niu and asked quietly.

"A gelder! A specialist in castration!" Tie Niu looked as if asking why you already know the answer. He didn't know how to be tactful and just said it directly.

"So that's how it is." Hu Qian finally understood. "If you want to get rid of power, you must first seize the power of others. This power is reason. If he gets rid of the power of others and uses it for his own benefit, then others will have no reason and no power, and his power and reason will be even greater!"

Hu Qian grabbed Meng Yuan and asked, "Is that so?"

Meng Yuan didn't know how a beast could be castrated to learn knowledge and reason. Seeing the expectant expression on his face, he could only say, "Seeing the big picture from the small details, good!"

(End of this chapter)