Martial World's
Ch 260 - Allow Me Three Moves?
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The sweet tones of the zither echoed on the stage. Even the people sitting in the Seven Valleys' Great Hall were able to clearly hear the melody.
"Why do I want to listen to your zither music !?" Jing Chanyu coldly snorted and covered her ears with true essence.
He didn't need to be a genius to know that there was something strange about this zither music. Jing Chanyu pushed his true essence to the extreme. Facing someone like Qin Wuxin, he should have the mindset to come out from the start, otherwise, even the smallest chance of resisting would slip through his fingers.
A thick yellow defensive barrier surrounded him. Jing Chanyu had not even made a move. His palm was like a sword, he was preparing to use the Halcyon Reflection Great Wisdom Palm. This was also the strongest instant martial skill in his repertoire.
However, just as he was ready to attack, his body suddenly froze. His eyes are wide open. The absolute defense that he was proud of and had poured out all of his true essence into suddenly began to crack inexplicably. One crack had just appeared, and then it instantly covered his entire defense.
The peng!
There was a loud breaking sound, and its tenacious defensive shell shattered like a fragile glass thrown onto the floor. The particles of the remaining true essence began to float.
Jing Chanyu was shocked. His true essential protection had been broken yet he had not even been attacked. He did not even know what kind of attack to use to destroy his defense. All he could hear was a seductive melody still ringing in his ears, like a gentle mountain stream; there was not the slightest bit of killing intent at all. But its defensive barrier instantly cracked like an elephant stepping on a fragile egg shell.
Did the attack come from a soft zither sound?
"I. .. I admit defeat!" Jing Chanyu closed both her eyes and smiled bitterly.
He only wanted to see how big the difference between them was, but now it seemed like he could not even estimate the distance.
From start to finish, Qin Wuxin had only accidentally glanced at him, there were not even true essence fluctuations of his body! Although Jing Chanyu knew that she would definitely lose, she did not imagine she would lose in a way where she could not even sense her opponent's attack.
"Qin Wuxin, victory!"
The referee announced without any tension.
Lin Ming inhaled a deep breath of cold air. This Qin Wuxin was too terrifying.
Lin Ming had an extremely formidable perception, he was able to capture every single true essence fluctuation in the air. Qin Wuxin's accuracy and control of her true essence was enough to make her blood boil! That's really outrageous!
Although Lin Ming knew Flow like Silk, and had reached a level of nuanced control over his original essence, he had to admit that even he was unable to achieve something like what Qin Wuxin did.
Qin Wuxin had fused her true essence into her sound waves and focused the full force from it to attack Jing Chanyu's protective barrier, instantly destroying it. His true essence did not even have the slightest bit of spill, so Jing Chanyu was unharmed. Most people probably won't even notice anything strange.
"The Sitar Faction cultivation method really surprised me!" Lin Ming knew that sound waves were actually a form of vibration. If true essence was contained within sound waves, it meant that true essence would tremble!
It achieved the exact same result as the 'Chaotic Virtues Combat Meridian Stream' like Silk, but only by a different method!
The Silk-like flow was to regulate the breathing rate of all the small units in the body and cause one's true essence to tremble.
But the method of cultivating the Sitar Faction was to integrate true essence with acoustic vibration, and achieve the effect of true essence vibration along sound waves.
From this point on, the cultivation method manual of the Sitar Faction was much inferior to the 'Brooting Combat Virtue Chaotic Meridians'. But to a certain extent, the cultivation method of the Sitar Faction was able to achieve the same effect as Flow as Silk, for example, ignoring all the defensive barriers.
Lin Ming had used a fist to destroy Jing Chanyu's defensive barrier.
Qin Wuxin is the same!
“I really can't underestimate the heroes of the world. The Sky Spill Continent still had a legacy of tens of thousands of years, naturally, countless geniuses must have appeared! Although they were much deeper and formidable than the Realm of the Gods, they were not much worse in certain aspects!
As Lin Ming was thinking, he did not notice that the first round of the finals had ended, and the second round had begun immediately.
As for the first match, Lin Ming was in it.
"First match, Lin Ming fought Fang Qi!"
When the referee announced the names of the contestants for the first match, Lin Ming was shocked. Fang Qi was one of the seven direct disciples. Although he knew that the direct disciple of the Array Faction and the Refiner Faction was the weakest of the seven, better or worse he was still a direct disciple. He did not imagine that out of the 29 matches, he would meet a direct disciple in the second half.
Thinking this, Lin Ming wryly smiled and shook his head. It's normal. After all, he was not a featured player so there was no way he would go to the final.
In his first few matches, he would definitely meet a direct disciple or someone at the level of Jiang Lanjian. Relatively speaking, starting with Fang Qi was also quite good.
Fang Qi smiled as he looked at Lin Ming. “We missed each other in the group stages, but in the end, we played against each other in the second half. Your luck is bad enough to meet me here. It's been good enough that you can maintain your undefeated winning string until now. This round, there are only 15 people left who can claim a total victory. Of course, your luck should now be over.
Lin Ming smiled mischievously, showing off his brilliant white teeth. “I think I'm lucky enough. I met you instead of someone nice, like Jiang Baoyun or Ouyang Ming. This situation is not so bad. ”
As soon as Fang Qi heard Lin Ming ridicule, his face immediately sank. He acknowledged that he was inferior to Jiang Baoyun and people like him, but even so, it was not until some rural martial scab from 36 countries like Lin Ming to provoke him. What kind of qualifications should he look down on him?
The audience roared with cheers and cries. In order to increase their momentum, the disciples of the Array Faction had even assembled a miniature sound amplifier array formation to increase the loudness of their cheers. This kind of small array formation was a piece of cake even for a small Faction Array disciple. Naturally, Fang Qi's cheers instantly impacted into the sky, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it trembling.
"Fang Qi! Fang Qi's! "
"Fang Qi, you have to win!"
Especially the envious, jealous, and hateful disciples Lin Ming had the qualifications to compete for the top 10. These students screamed until their throats hurt.
"Kill him! Destroy her! "
"Kill him! Destroy her! "
"Destroy that loser!"
"Destroyed with village hick!"
This is the superiority at home. Standing on the stage, Lin Ming had become public enemy number one. The weak cheers coming from the 36-nation martial artists soon passed; although they also came from 36 countries, over 90% of them did not believe that Lin Ming could win. The strength, prestige, and fame that a direct disciple title obtained from time to time was simply too heavy. Even Qin Ziya had a serious expression, he did not think that Lin Ming would meet a direct disciple so quickly.
At this moment, a true essence sound transmission sounded in Lin Ming's ears, "You must defeat him, please!"
Lin Ming turned around and was surprised to see the veiled Jing Chanyu standing 200 feet away, looking at him with wide eyes, full of hope and hope for him. Lin Ming smiled, and glanced at the audience. He saw that many martial artists from 36 countries were staring at him, their fists clenched tightly, the same look of hope and desire dyed their faces.
They did not cheer loudly like the disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys, but instead quietly sat there with their hands tightly gripped. Perhaps it was not because they did not want to cheer, but because they lacked energy and confidence.
The martial artists from 36 countries had an inferiority complex that was hit all the way to their bones – it could not be removed!
Foundations and resources from 36 rare countries, 90% of their resources should be given as a tribute to the Seven Profound Valleys!
How many martial artists ended up with hidden wounds on their bodies because they were unable or found medicinal herbs to heal themselves, and ended up being disabled for life?
Due to the lack of heritage and heritage, how many martial artists ended up practicing subpar low-level cultivation methods?
How many martial artists, in order to reach the Pulse Condensation kingdom that had fought for a lifetime, only ended in despair !?
However, the martial artists of the Seven Profound Valleys were born with superior superiority. They ate rare spirit vegetables and high-quality ferocious beast meat that ordinary martial artists could only dream of. They have the best treasures, they have pure pure essence stones, they can learn the core heritage that comes from the big sects, they have the best cultivation methods, they have the best cultivation methods, they had medicinal herbs that helped and kept their bodies from birth as well as all sorts of magic medicines they had.
Even if they were stupid like pigs, and spent every day lazing around like greedy and doing nothing, based on their birth, they could easily reach at least the Pulse Condensation period!
The Seven Profound Valleys direct disciple was the pinnacle of existence of this character, as well as their representative.
Even if they were stupid like pigs, and spent every day lazing around like greedy and doing nothing, based on their birth, they could easily reach at least the Pulse Condensation period!
The Seven Profound Valleys direct disciple was the pinnacle of existence of this character, as well as their representative.
This battle against Fang Qi represented not only Lin Ming, but all the hopes and dreams of the martial artists from the 36 countries who felt inferior in their bones. Lin Ming was their weapon to declare war on direct disciples!
The reason the disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys cheered like crazy madmen was because they hoped the evil Fang Qi would destroy Lin Ming. In their hearts, the martial artists from 36 countries were simply beggars asking for alms. How could they tolerate these martial artists surpassing them? How could they tolerate these martial artists stepping on them, violating their innate sense of superiority and dignity?
Lin Ming took a deep breath and his expression became solemn, filled with righteous solemnity. Not long ago, he was one of the same martial artists. If he had unintentionally experienced a huge round of luck, then he might as well have risked his life to hunt dangerous beasts in the forest. He would also train with all his heart and mind only to leave hidden wounds on his body. He would not even have a decent planting method!
“This match, I will really win. Not only will I win, I will win with strength, so that I can take back all the mistakes that have been made against martial artists from 36 countries! This is our justice! "
Lin Ming clenched his hands, and the small units within his body began to resonate together. The 5000 vibrating true essence filaments condensed on his fists, perfectly fusing with the power of thunder.
At this moment, the referee had not even announced the start of the match.
Fang Qi noticed the true essence fluctuating in Lin Ming's body. He laughed and said, “Are you nervous? Whatever you plan ahead of time will not change the end result. In fact, you don't even have to get ready. Once the match starts, I will allow you three steps! You will have plenty of time to do whatever you want. ”
Lin Ming coldly said, "I don't need anything from you. ”
"Haha, facing you a rural martial artist from 36 countries, if I can't let you three moves, then what kind of direct disciple am I going to be?"
Fang Qi's voice penetrated into the furthest corner, as if a faint array formation was helping him. It could even be clearly heard from the deafening cheers of the spectators.
"Fang Qi, that's great!"
"Give him three moves! Show him the difference between him and us! "
“This rural loser has to go home and eat rice! He wants to reach the top 10? How stupid! Take a good look at yourself, What qualifications do you think you have? ”
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