I have seen dragons

Chapter 32 The Whirlwind of Justice

Bu Zhongyao passed away peacefully.

……

After Yue Wen was interrupted twice when he tried to open the door, Bu Zhongyao, wielding two swords, looked at Zhao Xing'er with a slight reproach on her face. "Little sister, I was originally going to hold back a bit, but now I've changed my mind. If you have to blame someone, blame your good brother for being too noisy!"

“He’s my boss.” Zhao Xing’er frowned. “He’s a very nice person, don’t talk nonsense.”

"Humph."

Bu Zhongyao gave a cold snort, suddenly swung her double backhand daggers backward, and then darted forward, her whole body moving like a butterfly flitting through flowers, swiftly appearing beside Zhao Xing'er with incredible speed.

The next second, her left-hand knife was already slashing towards Zhao Xing'er's ribs.

Zhao Xing'er raised her sword with her right hand, and sparks flew as she drew her sword. Her sword energy was fierce and powerful, instantly suppressing the blade's light and making Bu Zhongyao feel unable to move!

The difference in skill became immediately apparent after just one exchange!
Such powerful sword energy!

Bu Zhongyao was like a nimble waterbird that pounced and bit a loach. Only after picking it up did she realize that it was actually an elephant washing its whip in the water. By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late. She was powerless to resist the enormous force that was about to swing her away!
Her expression changed drastically, and the blade in her left palm suddenly flashed, flying out of her hand and transforming into three bird-like blade beams that shot towards Zhao Xing'er's face!
cunning and ruthless!

This is a hidden move concealed in her double backhand swords. Both swords are magical weapons that can transform into flying knives to attack enemies, making them almost impossible to dodge in close-quarters combat.

She would only use this technique when facing an opponent stronger than herself. At first, she thought it would be an easy victory against Zhao Xing'er.

Who would have thought that Zhao Xing'er would display such formidable strength as soon as she made her move? So she became ruthless and used this underhanded trick right away.

In her mind, the key to today's competition wasn't winning, but rather using this opportunity to showcase her abilities and get signed by Wangyou Media. Otherwise, simply participating in a live-streaming project wouldn't make her famous.

Not only do we have to win, but we have to win decisively and cleanly.

This move caught everyone off guard. The guardian of the Gang Realm on the sidelines lit up his eyes, seemingly about to make a move. But in the blink of an eye, he lowered his hand again.

Because Zhao Xing'er tilted her head and revealed two rows of white teeth, she not only instantly distinguished which one was the real blade, but also caught the flying knife with her mouth!
A faint red light flickered in her eyes.

Zhao Xing'er had initially thought it was a friendly sparring match, but Bu Zhongyao used such underhanded tactics right from the start, almost injuring her. Zhao Xing'er couldn't help but get angry!

"Oh no!" Yue Wen, who was watching the battle, covered his face with his hand.

"What are you worried about?" The man in the jacket behind her sneered. "This little girl is actually quite something, she actually managed to catch Zhong Yao's dagger. If you're afraid of even this level of danger, then you shouldn't have let her come here."

"You'll find out what I'm worried about in a moment," Yue Wen said quietly.

With her left-hand knife caught in her jaws, Bu Zhongyao didn't even have time to be shocked. She flipped her right-hand knife over and, before Zhao Xing'er could turn around, stabbed it fiercely towards her neck with a sharp blue light!

Every strike was aimed straight at the vital points.

Everyone in the spectator room frowned.

Although I knew that this was the style of swordsmanship she practiced, it had already been made clear that this was a friendly sparring match, and that we should try not to hurt anyone. To attack like this was a bit excessive.

But this expression lasted less than a second before they all turned into astonishment with dilated pupils.

Because Zhao Xing'er ignored the opponent's backhand slash, instead, a red light burst from her eyes, and with a flick of her wrists, the two swords spun around, sending flames soaring into the sky.

"Fire Dance Whirlwind Sword Technique—"

The swirling flames immediately blasted Bu Zhongyao away, and then Zhao Xing'er's figure blurred, instantly transforming into a raging tornado of crimson flames, crashing towards them with a thunderous roar.

It looked like a tornado destroyed the parking lot!

The guards on the sidelines suddenly changed color and lunged forward.

The spectators were greatly shocked. It was extremely rare for a martial arts technique to produce such extraordinary power.

Liu Yuanjun let out a soft exclamation and said in a low voice, "Martial Spirit Red Light?"

"What? There's another new ultimate move..." Yue Wen took a deep breath, a hint of despair in his voice: "Let's fight! Let's fight her! She deserves it!"

boom--

The fiery whirlwind collided with the target in an instant, and the fire curtain that spread from the explosion obscured everyone's vision. After the wind and fire subsided, many clusters of fire crackled and burned in the field, as if it had just been carpet bombed.

Bu Zhongyao had already fainted in the arms of her protector, half of her body charred black, her life hanging in the balance.

The more arrogant they were just now, the more peaceful they are now.

Even the scene of the protector was not good. Half of Bu Zhongyao's body was burned and damaged, and his sleeve was still burning. He was wiping it out with his sleeve.

Even a Gang Realm expert was in such a sorry state after taking that attack?

Zhao Xing'er's sword strike drew countless shocked glances.

However, she herself was not very proud. Instead, she looked apologetic and stepped forward to bow politely to the protector, saying, "I'm sorry, your clothes were burned."

"No...it's alright." The guardian seemed a little surprised and embarrassed, muttering, "I got burned because I didn't care. I've been wanting to get a new one for a while now, and I didn't know what to do with this old one anyway."

……

"Take Miss Bu to the infirmary, and the competition will continue." He Caihua led her people out, checked the situation, and then continued the process.

However, before the next round of the competition began, she turned back to everyone and reminded them again: "Let me emphasize again, let's try to have a friendly competition and stop when we've reached a point. The company doesn't want anyone to get hurt."

The disciples of the immortal sects present usually sparred with their fellow disciples quite often, so they naturally knew the meaning of stopping when the point was reached.

Bu Zhongyao acted ruthlessly because she was driven by self-interest and wanted to show off, and because she didn't take the rogue cultivator seriously at all, thinking that even if she severely injured him, she would only have to pay some money.

Unexpectedly, he reaped what he sowed, which angered Zhao Xing'er, who then dealt him an even harsher blow.

After winning, Zhao Xing'er walked behind Yue Wen with her head down and said, "I'm sorry, boss. I still couldn't control myself and got injured."

"It's alright, it's not your fault," Yue Wen reassured her.

Although the scene unfolded very quickly, it was clear to everyone with discerning eyes what happened in the blink of an eye. If Zhao Xing'er hadn't been protected by the red aura of her martial spirit, she might have been injured even more severely than Bu Zhongyao is now.

He certainly supports the righteous Fire Dance Whirlwind.

After the fight, the way the disciples of the immortal sects looked at Zhao Xing'er changed.

They all initially thought that these two rogue cultivators were only able to get here through the selection process because of their good looks, and they held a double prejudice against them as rogue cultivators and mere pretty faces.

Once you hold it, you realize that this is no vase; it's practically a Molotov cocktail.

Anyone who gets caught in this mess will only get burned!

The two female cultivators who faced off next were a girl with long, straight black hair, wearing a small shirt and a pleated skirt, carrying a sword. She had fair skin, bangs that reached her eyebrows, and a sweet appearance but a gloomy temperament.

The other was a dark-skinned girl in training clothes, tall, thin, and sunny, who also looked like she specialized in martial arts.

The two of them standing together look like a two-dimensional anime girl and a dark-skinned female PE student in the class, with a very strong contrast in temperament.

Generally speaking, sects that specialize in martial arts within the cultivation world are relatively low-level, because the creativity of martial arts techniques is much lower than that of supernatural powers and wonders—unless they have the blessing of a celestial body like the Red Light of Martial Spirit.

There is a rather discriminatory term for them: "uncouth martial artists".

It is only in places like Jiangcheng City, where there are few sects, that disciples of these martial arts sects can be seated at the table.

The results proved this point; the girl with long, straight black hair came from Hidden Dragon Pool on the outskirts of City Six, and her Shadow Mystic Divine Power was extremely unpredictable.

She blended into the shadows, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, striking and running away as quickly as possible. The dark-skinned girl opposite her was clearly stronger and more skilled in martial arts, but she could only helplessly admit defeat after being stabbed several times.

Yue Wen's eyes lit up when he saw the Shadow Profound Divine Power. This kind of stealth divine power could not be used to its fullest extent in the training ground. If it were in a complex wasteland, it would be unpredictable.

I might consider buying a copy of this kind of cultivation technique from Da Long, in preparation for venturing into the wilderness in the future.

With the female cultivators' duel completed, Zhao Xing'er and Hei Changzhi passing the selection, it was time for the male cultivators' duel.

The first matchup was between a red-haired young man wearing a tight leather jacket and pants and a muscular man in a black vest.

Surprisingly, the arrogant red-haired man who looked like a motorcycle enthusiast was also from Hidden Dragon Pool, and was a fellow disciple of the long-haired black-haired girl from before.

After all, the two people's temperaments are so different that, if not exactly the same, they are completely unrelated.

The muscular man was no surprise; he was also a martial artist with explosive, powerful punches that moved with tremendous force.

This showdown between the motorcycle enthusiast and the fitness instructor was somewhat like a repeat of the previous one. As soon as the red-haired man entered the arena, he unleashed more than ten leaping streams of spiritual fire, merging himself into the shadows of the fire and disappearing without a trace.

It seems that even though they are both Shadow Mystic Arts, there are differences. The one with long black hair cultivates sword shadow, while he cultivates fire shadow.

The muscular man angrily shattered one ball of spiritual fire after another, but the flames scattered like stars across the sky, only multiplying with each blow. Ultimately, under the relentless scorching heat of the flames, the muscular man had no choice but to helplessly admit defeat.

The upper limit of martial arts techniques is to overcome all other techniques with sheer force. If one cannot rely on absolute offensive and defensive overwhelming power, one will be powerless in the face of ever-changing supernatural abilities.

After reading it, He Caihua smiled and said, "The disciples of Hidden Dragon Pool this generation are outstanding."

Then, she turned her gaze to Yue Wen.

Yue Wen's opponent was the man in the jacket who had first made a sarcastic remark.

He was dressed smartly and business-like, with his hair slicked back, looking more like he was attending a cocktail party than a fighter, with an air of arrogance about him.

The man in the jacket walked onto the training ground and sneered, "Judging from that girl's skills, you might have come prepared. But I'll soon show you the real difference between disciples of immortal sects and rogue cultivators."

"Such a stereotypical taunt." Yue Wen shook his head, too lazy to pay him any attention. "Show us what you've got."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the jacket suddenly assumed a horse stance, and with a bang, his jacket burst open, revealing only a vest underneath and a pair of arms tattooed with dragons and tigers.

"I am Chen Hao, the twelfth generation successor of the Thorn Heaven Sect, and I have already mastered the Dragon Tattoo Technique! Let's see how many divine tattoos you can make me unleash today! Come on, hehehehehe—"

Yue Wen looked on in astonishment. What kind of bizarre inheritance was this Dragon Tattoo Technique? The price of cultivating it was far too high.

Doesn't that mean I'm doomed to not be able to take the civil service exam from day one?

　Good morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)