The crowd was truly exasperated by Xiang Ning’s performance. Like a cockroach, every tactic to squash him seemed useless. He was like a weeble-wobble toy, always shaky as if he was about to collapse, but could somehow still defeat his opponents. Can you imagine that peculiar feeling of getting defeated by him?
Whenever the crowd saw hope, Xiang Ning would behave like the main character of a drama, gasping for life only to suddenly explode with power and defeat his opponent. While this plot was usually welcomed in tv shows, now, they hated the feeling of being on the other side.
“What the hell, he’s toying with us!”
“Don’t you get fooled again, not even a tier one, nine-star martial artist can beat him. He’s definitely a tier two martial artist!”
Xiang Ning had never felt as delighted as he did right now, listening to the fervent conversation and watching his Fury Points rise. He looked at every angry face, shaking his head. “Do you know why I’m so powerful?”
“Fuck!”
“Honorable men kill but don’t humiliate! Xiang Ning, aren’t you afraid we’ll take our revenge on you one day?”
When he heard that, he frowned and turned to Fang Rou. “Fang Rou, am I mocking them?”
“Yes,” Fang Rou answered without a thought.
Xiang Ning was caught between laughter and tears. Couldn’t you have hesitated for two seconds before answering? “But I don’t believe that you bunch are actually that weak,” he said Xiang Ning, turning around and panicking because the rest had started rolling up their sleeves. He could fight one or two at a time, but he would die if he was up against thirty people!
“Do you know why you all couldn’t beat the students from other schools?” he asked.
“Why?” Zhang Cheng walked out from the back. He now knew Xiang Ning better and could feel that he had previously been provoking anger on purpose. Now that it was obvious that no one dared to challenge him, what was the use of angering them even more?
The crowd looked at Xiang Ning, waiting for his explanation.
Fang Rou was deep in thought, then suddenly had a wild prediction. In the past, she would think that she was overthinking it, but after many days with Xiang Ning, she felt like her instinct would match his plan.
“You want to know the answer? Come follow me and let’s storm the Third School,” Xiang Ning hurriedly said.
Fang Rou’s mouth twitched. She had been right.
“Heh, Xiang Ning, don’t drag us along on your suicide mission. I’m not killing myself over it!”
“Are you insane? Who do you think you are, storming another school?”
“Even when you were the problem, the other schools didn’t dare storm our school, so do you know what you would be implying?”
It was hard to blame them for their huge reaction. Storming another school meant disrespecting the entire institution. Even if an upper-third year student wanted to challenge you, you must accept. Either you defeat them or they wipe you out. Injuries and disabilities caused by these duels were allowed, as long as there were no deaths.
There had been past case studies, too. Four years ago, Qiling Academy had stormed another school but terribly lost. The culprits were crippled during the duel and couldn’t cultivate for the rest of their lives. Then again, the Third School was slightly stronger than Qiling Academy. According to the statistics, Qiling Academy had fifty students in special training, while Third School had seventy, with more than half above tier one, six-star.
Naturally, Xiang Ning knew of that and nodded. “Of course I do, but you should know that the outcome of this wilderness activity will directly affect the cultivation resources we’ll receive in the future. Even though my team won first place, the rest of our school’s teams were mostly at the bottom of the scoreboards. Based on our academy’s accumulated score, out of the ten schools, we’re ranked eighth!”
Qi Jiuming was the one who told Xiang Ning last night.
The crowd wanted to kill Xiang Ning once more. What’re you implying here? Do you think you can act so arrogantly because you were ranked first? Do you think we wanted to rank so badly? Of course we didn’t! And who caused that problem? You!
“I can see the fury in your eyes. That’s why this time, the prizes that my team won—a total of eighty million dollars, five skills tier four and below, and a full year’s worth of cultivation resources will be the wager for our challenge to other schools. Anyone interested? Step forward now!” Xiang Ning’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word struck them like thunder.
Lei Zhongyuan, who was standing on the platform, widened his eyes. Eighty million dollars was no small sum! Although a school sometimes required up to a billion dollars in resources, and eighty million was just a tiny sliver of it, the year’s worth of resources and five skills were worth two hundred million in total!
“Are you serious?” Zhang Cheng squinted.
“Of course. You all think you’re the victims here, so I won’t elaborate much. You all haven’t been able to enjoy any of the prizes that came with my team winning first place, anyway. So now, this is your chance. It’s up to you,” Xiang Ning flatly said.
The rowdy crowd finally shut their mouths. They wanted to argue and oppose—what right did they have to wager using their cultivation resources? But Xiang Ning’s team had won first place with their own efforts; all this ruckus was because they hadn’t won anything at all.
“You think you can speak for your team?” Zhang Cheng’s voice trembled slightly.
Xiang Ning coughed, then turned to Fang Rou and the rest. “Uh, I apologize for not consulting you all, but—”
“Say no more.” Li Zimo cut him off. Li Zimo, Fang Rou, Liu Ruoxue, and Lu Shiyu all walked up to Xiang Ning, their fearless glares saying a thousand words.
“Do we look like we lack money? We’re now martial artists, earning money is easy! As for martial skills, I haven’t even learned all the skills my family passed to me,” said Li Zimo.
Fang Rou smiled. “My family owns a dojo, and I don’t have many expenses anyway. As for the rest, my father is a tier seven martial artist!”
A tier seven martial artist must have many high-tier skills under his belt!
Liu Ruoxue’s family was on par with Li Zimo’s, and she was a spiritual cultivator too. Anyone who could afford to practice spiritual cultivation was filthy rich.
As for Lu Shiyu.... “Hehe, everything I have is yours.”
Xiang Ning had been moved by the former declarations, but Lu Shiyu’s words made him flustered. He scratched his head and said, “Thanks… thanks guys.”
Fang Rou and the other two gave Li Shiyu a strange look, but since she had always been like this with Xiang Ning, they didn’t think much of it.
The crowd was truly exasperated by Xiang Ning’s performance. Like a cockroach, every tactic to squash him seemed useless. He was like a weeble-wobble toy, always shaky as if he was about to collapse, but could somehow still defeat his opponents. Can you imagine that peculiar feeling of getting defeated by him?
Whenever the crowd saw hope, Xiang Ning would behave like the main character of a drama, gasping for life only to suddenly explode with power and defeat his opponent. While this plot was usually welcomed in tv shows, now, they hated the feeling of being on the other side.
“What the hell, he’s toying with us!”
“Don’t you get fooled again, not even a tier one, nine-star martial artist can beat him. He’s definitely a tier two martial artist!”
Xiang Ning had never felt as delighted as he did right now, listening to the fervent conversation and watching his Fury Points rise. He looked at every angry face, shaking his head. “Do you know why I’m so powerful?”
“Fuck!”
“Honorable men kill but don’t humiliate! Xiang Ning, aren’t you afraid we’ll take our revenge on you one day?”
When he heard that, he frowned and turned to Fang Rou. “Fang Rou, am I mocking them?”
“Yes,” Fang Rou answered without a thought.
Xiang Ning was caught between laughter and tears. Couldn’t you have hesitated for two seconds before answering? “But I don’t believe that you bunch are actually that weak,” he said Xiang Ning, turning around and panicking because the rest had started rolling up their sleeves. He could fight one or two at a time, but he would die if he was up against thirty people!
“Do you know why you all couldn’t beat the students from other schools?” he asked.
“Why?” Zhang Cheng walked out from the back. He now knew Xiang Ning better and could feel that he had previously been provoking anger on purpose. Now that it was obvious that no one dared to challenge him, what was the use of angering them even more?
The crowd looked at Xiang Ning, waiting for his explanation.
Fang Rou was deep in thought, then suddenly had a wild prediction. In the past, she would think that she was overthinking it, but after many days with Xiang Ning, she felt like her instinct would match his plan.
“You want to know the answer? Come follow me and let’s storm the Third School,” Xiang Ning hurriedly said.
Fang Rou’s mouth twitched. She had been right.
“Heh, Xiang Ning, don’t drag us along on your suicide mission. I’m not killing myself over it!”
“Are you insane? Who do you think you are, storming another school?”
“Even when you were the problem, the other schools didn’t dare storm our school, so do you know what you would be implying?”
It was hard to blame them for their huge reaction. Storming another school meant disrespecting the entire institution. Even if an upper-third year student wanted to challenge you, you must accept. Either you defeat them or they wipe you out. Injuries and disabilities caused by these duels were allowed, as long as there were no deaths.
There had been past case studies, too. Four years ago, Qiling Academy had stormed another school but terribly lost. The culprits were crippled during the duel and couldn’t cultivate for the rest of their lives. Then again, the Third School was slightly stronger than Qiling Academy. According to the statistics, Qiling Academy had fifty students in special training, while Third School had seventy, with more than half above tier one, six-star.
Naturally, Xiang Ning knew of that and nodded. “Of course I do, but you should know that the outcome of this wilderness activity will directly affect the cultivation resources we’ll receive in the future. Even though my team won first place, the rest of our school’s teams were mostly at the bottom of the scoreboards. Based on our academy’s accumulated score, out of the ten schools, we’re ranked eighth!”
Qi Jiuming was the one who told Xiang Ning last night.
The crowd wanted to kill Xiang Ning once more. What’re you implying here? Do you think you can act so arrogantly because you were ranked first? Do you think we wanted to rank so badly? Of course we didn’t! And who caused that problem? You!
“I can see the fury in your eyes. That’s why this time, the prizes that my team won—a total of eighty million dollars, five skills tier four and below, and a full year’s worth of cultivation resources will be the wager for our challenge to other schools. Anyone interested? Step forward now!” Xiang Ning’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word struck them like thunder.
Lei Zhongyuan, who was standing on the platform, widened his eyes. Eighty million dollars was no small sum! Although a school sometimes required up to a billion dollars in resources, and eighty million was just a tiny sliver of it, the year’s worth of resources and five skills were worth two hundred million in total!
“Are you serious?” Zhang Cheng squinted.
“Of course. You all think you’re the victims here, so I won’t elaborate much. You all haven’t been able to enjoy any of the prizes that came with my team winning first place, anyway. So now, this is your chance. It’s up to you,” Xiang Ning flatly said.
The rowdy crowd finally shut their mouths. They wanted to argue and oppose—what right did they have to wager using their cultivation resources? But Xiang Ning’s team had won first place with their own efforts; all this ruckus was because they hadn’t won anything at all.
“You think you can speak for your team?” Zhang Cheng’s voice trembled slightly.
Xiang Ning coughed, then turned to Fang Rou and the rest. “Uh, I apologize for not consulting you all, but—”
“Say no more.” Li Zimo cut him off. Li Zimo, Fang Rou, Liu Ruoxue, and Lu Shiyu all walked up to Xiang Ning, their fearless glares saying a thousand words.
“Do we look like we lack money? We’re now martial artists, earning money is easy! As for martial skills, I haven’t even learned all the skills my family passed to me,” said Li Zimo.
Fang Rou smiled. “My family owns a dojo, and I don’t have many expenses anyway. As for the rest, my father is a tier seven martial artist!”
A tier seven martial artist must have many high-tier skills under his belt!
Liu Ruoxue’s family was on par with Li Zimo’s, and she was a spiritual cultivator too. Anyone who could afford to practice spiritual cultivation was filthy rich.
As for Lu Shiyu.... “Hehe, everything I have is yours.”
Xiang Ning had been moved by the former declarations, but Lu Shiyu’s words made him flustered. He scratched his head and said, “Thanks… thanks guys.”
Fang Rou and the other two gave Li Shiyu a strange look, but since she had always been like this with Xiang Ning, they didn’t think much of it.
