The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 96
Ling Han could not help but feel a move and followed behind the advancing crowd.
More and more people joined the crowd, and as they discussed the details about the battle between Zhu Wu Jiu and Nangong Ji, Ling Han quickly understood the background of these two young men.
Zhu Wu Jiu and Nangong Ji were both Ordinary Disciples of Hu Yang Academy, but Nangong Ji was ranked among the top ten strongest Ordinary Disciples, respectively, and was an elite martial artist qualified enough to issue challenges to True Disciples in an attempt to join their ranks. Zhu Wu Jiu was slightly inferior to him, but in terms of ability, he was clearly ranked within the twenty Ordinary Disciples, so he really wasn't that bad.
"Why is Zhu Wu Jiu still desperately fighting with Nangong Ji?"
"There was nothing to be done about it, which asked Elder Brother Discong Nangong to sacrifice Sister Disc Elder Juan Han to save his own life during the previous practical training journey. You must understand, Elder Sister Disciple Han Juan is Zhu Wu Jiu's lover, so how could he not go crazy? "
"I heard that Elder Disciple Han Juan actually died because of Brother Sister Disciple Nangong. He was wounded by his sword, and that was why he had been left behind and forced into a life-and-death battle with the Silvery Light Beast That was how Elder Brother Disciple Nangong managed to buy time to escape with his life. "
"Shh, how can you talk openly about such things? Be careful that Nangong Ji won't make trouble for you later. He was the Fifth Young Master of the Nangong Clan, and Third Big Brother, Third Grandfather, Nangong Xing, was even a true Disciple with the cultivation level of the third layer of the Gushing Spring Tier! "
"But Zhu Wu Jiu was indeed loyal. He clearly knew that the Nangong Clan could not be taken lightly, yet he would still challenge Nangong Ji to a duel every year. Just last year, he was so badly injured that he almost lost his life. It never occurred to him that he would issue a challenge again this year. "
"It's unfortunate that Zhu Wu Jiu is truly untalented. He only had a low-level Spirit Base and he came from a poor family, so he could not get any additional resources for his development. The gap between him and Nangong Ji would only become wider and wider. "
When Ling Han heard the surrounding people discussing the history between Zhu Wu Jiu and Nangong Ji, he could not help but feel curious about this Zhu Wu Jiu.
The crowd immediately arrived at the Martial Training Court in the Academy, and they could see there was someone standing inside, so the others naturally did not step into the court. Sparring was the permitted practice of Hu Yang Academy, and as long as both sides agreed, they would be able to conduct their battles in the Martial Practice Court.
The doctrine had to be as merciful as possible, but even if the fighters did not manage to hold back in time, they would not be punished too harshly. After all, the weapon was blind. However, if anyone dared to deliberately injure their opponent, the Academy would give a very heavy punishment.
For example, if one of the fighters has admitted defeat or fallen unconscious — or vice versa completely lost the ability to defend themselves — yet their opponent continues to attack them, they will not be able to fight, this would be considered a violation of the rules that must be met.
Ling Han looked at the man standing at the Martial Training Court. He seemed to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was a tall man who carried a long sword on his back. He really could not be considered handsome, but his gaze was extremely frightening. Usually, others might not dare to look directly into his eyes.
"Why hasn't Nangong Ji come yet?"
"She's the one being challenged, so of course she has to be on the air."
"My eyes, how many times has Zhu Wu Jiu challenged Nangong Ji?"
"This should be the fifth time, right?"
"That means that four years have passed!"
"The persistence of this person is really scary. With each battle, he would be severely injured and almost die, yet he would still grit his teeth and survive, making others unable to help but admire his determination."
While waiting, the crowd continued to talk amongst themselves. They all expressed sympathy and admiration towards Zhu Wu Jiu.
"Yes?"
The corner of Ling Han's lips turned slightly into a smirk as he thought, 'I never thought that I would be able to meet someone with a special constitution! His body was surrounded by silvery light ripples, plus others said that he did not die even after receiving critical injuries four times. Instead, he quickly recovered. This person should be a member of the Silver Moon Race! '
The Silver Moon Race was born with the Silver Moon constitution. This was a constitution that had powerful recovery abilities, and their own bodies could be considered heavenly healing pills. As a result, the number of these races was extremely low.
. . . They had been hunted down and killed by others, concocted into alchemy pills.
'I originally thought that after ten thousand years had passed, this race would become extinct. I never thought that I would be able to find one of its members today!
Fine, for the sake of the Silver Moon King, I will help him. '
Ten thousand years ago, Ling Han entered the territory of the Silver Moon Race to gather some medicinal ingredients. He was very respectfully received by the leader of the Silver Moon Race at that time, the Silver Moon King. Unfortunately, not long after, the Silver Moon Race was destroyed. Ling Han's cultivation level at that time was still too low, so there was nothing he could do to help. Then, when he joined the ranks of Heaven Tier cultivators, the culprits responsible for the destruction of the Silver Moon Race all died of old age.
This was one of Ling Han's regrets.
"Hahaha, Zhu Wu Jiu, how many times do you have to fail before you understand that you will never be a match for me!" Meanwhile, a young man stepped into the Martial Training Court, a powerful aura emanating from his person.
If he did not possess such an ability, how else could he manage to secure his place among the ten strongest Ordinary Disciples?
Compared to him, Zhu Wu Jiu was much inferior, with a cultivation level of only the seventh layer of the Element Gathering Tier. Yet everyone knew that the cultivation level did not represent one's battle prowess. Since Zhu Wu Jiu could rank among the top twenty, it could be seen that his true battle prowess far surpassed his own cultivation level.
"Speak a bit of crap, move!" Zhu Wu Jiu immediately unsheathed his sword and made a gesture with it.
Nangong Ji's face was filled with arrogance. He also gestured, and this signified that the two fighters had agreed to start this battle.
Nangong Ji's face was filled with arrogance. He also gestured, and this signified that the two fighters had agreed to start this battle.
"Xiu," Zhu Wu Jiu rushed forward, and as his sword swept across the arch, a cold light danced about.
Nangong Ji really did not care about this. He was an elite within the top ten, and compared to him, what could be counted as Zhu Wu Jiu?
"Ding, ding, ding, ding …"
The two fighters quickly engaged in a fierce exchange of blows. Nangong Ji was clearly very superior in this battle. He looked very relaxed, and even managed to ridicule and mock his opponent as the battle continued to attack Zhu Wu Jiu's morale. However, in truth, in his heart was hidden a deep fear towards Zhu Wu Jiu.
In the previous four battles, he had acted to kill Zhu Wu Jiu. Although the latter would not instantly die, if the injury continued for another two or three days, he would definitely die. And, based on Zhu Wu Jiu's family background, there was no way he could afford a high-grade healing pill to heal his wounds.
Yet this fellow not only did not die, he recovered from his injuries without any side effects. After such a miraculous recovery happened four times, naturally Nangong Ji would feel fear.
He knew his own mistake, and Zhu Wu Jiu was the only person with a relationship with Han Juan, so as long as Zhu Wu Jiu was alive, he would continue to be restless. This might cause his breakthrough day for the Gushing Spring Tier to come so slowly that it would feel like forever! [1]
As a result, he intended to be completely merciless today. He definitely had to kill Zhu Wu Jiu right on the spot today.
Beating and killing were two very different problems; the difficulty level was completely different. So, if he wanted to kill Zhu Wu Jiu, then he needed to create an opportunity where he could kill Zhu Wu Jiu in one strike. After the battle, he could divert the blame from himself by saying he had not managed to hold back in time.
The two fighters continued to fight for a while, and Nangong Ji, with his far superior abilities, finally found an excellent opportunity. He stabbed out with his sword, creating three flashes of cold light that went straight into Zhu Wu Jiu's heart.
This is not Sword Qi. He had just pierced so fast that he created two shadows.
This is not Sword Qi. He had just pierced so fast that he created two shadows.
Earth Earth Earth high-level martial arts technique, Shadow Dance Sword Arts!
He spent all the academic points he had saved for this martial arts technique, only to prepare today so that he could kill Zhu Wu Jiu.
'Die!' He spat out his thoughts as he used the strongest moves of the Shadow Dance Sword Arts to form a merciless attack.
"Xiu," Zhu Wu Jiu brandished his sword as well, and actually formed two flashes of cold light!
Could it be that he was also using an extremely fast sword technique?
Nah!
"Sword Qi!" All the spectators were shocked. This is Sword Qi, the proof of the ruler!
"Pu! Pu!"
Two bursts of blood appeared at the same time. Nangong Ji's sword had pierced through Zhu Wu Jiu's stomach, while Zhu Wu Jiu's Sword Qi had been drawn across Nangong Ji's throat, leaving behind a bloody wound.
A cold light appeared in Nangong Ji's eyes. He immediately pulled back his sword and stabbed again. He wants to kill his opponent!
"Shua," another flash of cold light came towards an arch. Ling Han acted, stepping forward with a wave of his sword.