Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 165 I love you, even unto death.

In the training room.

The martial arts performers screamed in agony, clutching their heads and questioning their existence.

Just now, Jiang Lang had thoroughly humiliated them one by one.

If it were just abuse, that would be one thing.

After all, Jiang Lang was much stronger than them.

The problem is that when Jiang Lang was beating them, his stats were lower than theirs.

Whether it's speed, strength, physical fitness, or technique, there's not a trace of anything beyond the required level.

It didn't even use the constellation's abilities; at most, it imitated the characteristics of each constellation.

result.

Completely crushed!

It was a complete crushing defeat of their combat strategies, yet it left them breathless.

A group of people looked dazed, as if life had lost its color.

Jiang Lang glanced at the people's utterly dejected expressions and couldn't help but ask, "Old Zhou, are you sure they won't have a mental breakdown?"

Ghost Eyes chuckled and waved his hand: "Shame will motivate them! Overwhelming them with equal numbers will only motivate them more. Don't worry, you're not needed today. I need to do some psychological counseling, so you should leave for a bit. You're affecting their mentality here."

Jiang Lang: "————"

Ghost Eyes looked at Bai Zhaoli: "Miss Bai, when will the sparring partners you've arranged arrive?"

Bai Zhaoli glanced at her watch: "Ten more minutes. I'll pick them up later."

Ghost Eyes waved his hand: "No need! Just let them in later."

Bai Zhaoli paused for a moment, then pointed to her nose: "What about me?"

"Your combat talent is too high; even as a sparring partner, it's pure torture and not conducive to their progress."

"—Should I go home?"

"No!"

Ghost Eye rubbed the stubble on his chin: "You and Jiang Lang organize the lesson plan, his combat strategy. You only organize what you can understand, then give me the notes, and I'll copy down what we understand."

"It needs to be filtered two or three times to reduce the concentration to a level they can absorb."

Jiang Lang:

Bai Zhaoli: "————"

Although I feel that Ghost Eyes has other motives behind this arrangement.

But she still largely agrees with this statement.

It's like trying to explain a math problem. If the two people's IQs are worlds apart, they'll just stare at each other blankly, completely unable to understand each other.

Filtering it layer by layer is indeed more scientific.

She bit her lip and looked at Jiang Lang: "Shall we go out then?"

"Um!"

Jiang Lang nodded and followed her out of the martial arts room and into the small classroom next door.

During the preparation period for the invitational tournament, the school allocated the Yanwu Building to the research group preparing for the tournament, ensuring that there would be no outside interference.

In the small classroom, there were only Bai Zhaoli and Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang had thought the atmosphere might be awkward.

Bai Zhaoli, however, acted very naturally and directly pulled out her notebook: "There's a detail I didn't quite understand in the scene where you were stalking Wu Lie earlier. It was when you went behind him and grabbed his crotch, and then the next thing you did was—"

They were really listening attentively.

Jiang Lang quickly got into a question-and-answer mode, asking and answering questions while discussing how to explain things in a way that his martial arts students could understand.

As they chatted, even the last trace of awkwardness disappeared.

Outside.

Gu Manzhi watched this scene and gently pursed her red lips.

She is currently under the cover of the Shenshang Mirror, making it difficult for Jiang Lang to detect her even if he is unconscious.

Honestly.

She felt a pang of sadness.

Because she had never talked to Jiang Lang like this before.

It was that feeling of being connected on a spiritual level, a feeling that seemed to have never occurred before.

Even after several intimate encounters, the two people already know each other's bodies well enough that they can tell what position the other wants to change to with just a small movement.

But—it's different.

Hey!

Gu Manzhi didn't go in to remind Jiang Lang; she just watched from outside.

It wasn't until Jiang Lang was the first to sense that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

Bai Zhaoli was puzzled when she heard his voice suddenly become softer.

"Well----"

Jiang Lang hesitated for a moment, then coughed lightly: "I have something to take care of outside. Please wait for me."

Bai Zhaoli seemed to be thinking about something, but still nodded.

Jiang Lang strode out of the classroom, and as soon as he stepped outside, he took out a small mirror and saw Gu Manzhi outside the door.

He quickly said, "I was just talking to her about—"

"take it easy!"

Gu Manzhi smiled, put her arm around his waist, and gently leaned against him: "I know you're on important business."

Jiang Lang placed his hand on her back and patted it gently, without offering any further explanation.

"elder brother!"

"Um?"

"What I said before still stands."

"What did you say?"

"I said I can just be your lover, you can use me when you need me, and if you like other girls, you can go ahead and like them—um."

Gu Manzhi was somewhat intoxicated by his kiss.

After a while.

Jiang Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You shouldn't say things like that in the future."

Gu Manzhi, however, unusually disobeyed: "I'm not joking. I know very well that I was able to win you over not because you like me more than Miss Bai, nor because I'm more important to you than Su Su."

It's because the throne wants to use me to harm you, and it has portrayed me as the perfect victim, while you happen to be soft-hearted and responsible—I know I'm not honorable, so you don't have to torture yourself.

Jiang Lang didn't answer, but asked another question: "Why did the nurse let you out?"

Gu Manzhi knew he didn't want to hear it, so she didn't continue the topic. Pointing to the watch strap on her forehead, she smiled and said, "She said this can block soul prying. After you're done with your work, how about you take me out for a walk more often?"

"good!"

"Then go ahead and get busy, I'll wait for you."

"good!"

"Kiss!"

Jiang Lang gave her a light kiss on the lips, then put away the Shenshang Mirror and returned to the small classroom.

He pulled out his phone: "That move just now, you could actually refer to this video. If you organize it, Chen Hang could practice it properly—hmm? Are you listening?"

"I'm listening, I'm listening!"

Bai Zhaoli suddenly snapped out of her daze and looked at the video on Jiang Lang's phone.

She gently bit her lip to hide its trembling.

After the two finished their discussion and organized their notes, they prepared to return to the training room.

Jiang Lang suddenly frowned and stopped in his tracks.

Bai Zhaoli's eyes sharpened, and she lowered her voice to ask, "What's wrong?"

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"Something feels off."

Jiang Lang's expression darkened slightly. He quickly used the Shenshang Mirror to conceal himself and hurried towards the depths of the corridor.

Bai Zhaoli didn't dare to delay, so she took out the Shenshang Mirror and followed. When she passed Gu Manzhi, she didn't forget to nod to her.

A short while later.

The group then arrived at the entrance of another martial arts training room.

As soon as she arrived, Bai Zhaoli sensed that something was wrong.

The martial arts building is made of special materials, which have excellent effects in isolating aura and resisting earthquakes. Generally speaking, a battle between majors will not cause any noise to be heard outside the room.

But here he felt a series of slight tremors.

Although mild, it does exist.

There's something off about the students inside.

The two exchanged a glance, nodded slightly, and chose to continue waiting.

Seeing this, Gu Manzhi didn't say anything and just stood quietly next to Jiang Lang.

About half an hour later, the door to the martial arts room finally opened.

Several martial arts performers rushed out, their expressions full of excitement.

Jiang Lang could clearly sense that they seemed to be harboring a wild excitement within them.

However, they quickly suppressed their excitement after leaving the house.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Lintian came out with Shen Weiwei and several other strangers.

Something's not right!

Bai Zhaoli said in a low voice, "The loss of physiological homeostasis is a sign that the high-level drug has been used up."

Jiang Lang nodded slightly. Potions can be broadly divided into two types, corresponding to those before and after becoming a major. The former mainly enhances the body's own functions, while the latter enhances combat capabilities by causing mutations in the human body.

These two types of potions are clearly distinct. The latter generally requires the cultivator to reach 100 Star Domes and then increase their Star Domes by another 10 Star Domes through their own abilities before they can use it.

Only in this way can one prove that their capacity to withstand more than 100 stars.

Otherwise, at best, one will die on the spot; at worst, one's body will collapse. Whether it's taking medication or being exposed to higher levels of radiation, the result will be the same.

The difference in strength between 100 and 110 may not be significant, but it is one of the most difficult thresholds for cultivators to cross. Even Jiang Lang took three months to cross it.

It can be said that Liu Xiu held the invitational tournament to limit the strength of the participants to 100 stars.

But now, the martial arts performers in Hu Lintian's group have crossed that line.

And there was no sign of his body breaking down at all.

That's not quite right.

Jiang Lang wanted to hear something, but the group was chatting and laughing, only talking about where they were going to enjoy themselves, so he could only follow them all the way to the underground parking lot.

I was originally planning to continue following along.

Jiang Lang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Bai Zhaoli couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Why aren't you coming with me?"

"That car—"

Jiang Lang pointed to a luxury car, his tone somewhat grave: "There's a general inside, at least a four-star, possibly even a five-star. We can't keep up."

Bai Zhaoli: "————"

Not quite right.

An invitational tournament, and a five-star general showed up to oversee it?

Since you can't keep up, hurry back.

The three of them quickly left the underground parking lot and headed towards the experimental building. Shen Weiwei and the other martial arts students hadn't followed them; instead, they had gone towards the experimental building, perhaps hoping to find out something.

However, they stopped as soon as they reached the outside of the laboratory building and walked towards the nearby grove of trees without prior arrangement.

They were shocked to see Shen Weiwei and a handsome, dashing martial arts performer sneaking inside.

"Senior sister, why did you bring me here? It's so dark, could it be—"

"Stop talking nonsense! There's no future for us, don't even dream about it."

"Why not? Senior sister, wait for me to win the championship. As long as I can secure the Ghostly Mansion cultivation program for the school, I will have a bright future and be worthy of you then."

"you----"

Shen Weiwei was somewhat speechless: "You already have a bright future ahead of you, why are you still hung up on me?"

Wu Sheng took a deep breath: "Senior sister, I'm serious about you! Out of so many students from this school, only you treat me like a human being. My rapid improvement is also inseparable from your special tutoring. Believe me, this potion will greatly enhance my abilities, and I will definitely win the championship."

"Jiaxuan————"

Shen Weiwei bit her lip: "You should withdraw from this invitational tournament!"

Yang Jiaxuan was taken aback: "Why?"

Shen Weiwei looked pained: "Your physiological data is very wrong; it's already beyond the range of a living person. Teacher Hu asked me to change your data to keep you calm."

If this continues, you will never be able to live a normal life again.

Listen to me!

Tomorrow, you deliberately suffer a serious injury, then withdraw from the invitational tournament and give your spot to someone else.

You have talent and are willing to work hard, so your future looks bright.

"A bright future? Would I be willing to be with you?"

"No, it can't be—"

"Then I'll continue!"

Yang Jiaxuan smiled and said, "Whether it's to make something of myself or for you, I'm going to take a chance."

Senior sister, you may not know this, but for people like us, if we give it our all and end up being trampled underfoot, it's worse than death.

Yunjin is so prosperous, so prosperous it's like a dream.

If I had never come to Yunjin, perhaps I would still have gone back to my little place and lived like a rat in the gutter.

Just like if I had never met you, I might still be able to accept marrying another girl.