books44 Chapter 143 I'll admit defeat if I survive three moves.
Chapter 143 I'll admit defeat if I survive three moves.
Chapter 143 I'll admit defeat if I survive three moves.
Da Long and Er Hu had spent many years in the outer courtyard and had managed to rise to the position of kitchen manager, so they naturally had some skills.
Da Long is at the second level of the Spirit Martial Realm, while Er Hu is basically at the peak of the first level.
With their level of cultivation, Leng Yun was naturally more than capable of dealing with them.
However, after hearing Ding Chang say that Leng Yun was only at the first level of the Spirit Martial Realm, the two of them challenged Leng Yun recklessly in order to curry favor with Ding Chang.
"Then stop talking nonsense and let's fight," Leng Yun said impatiently.
"Hmph, you're really arrogant!" Da Long said, glaring at him.
Erhu said, "Don't worry, we'll meet on the martial arts stage tomorrow. You should finish your work first."
In less than an afternoon, news of Leng Yun's competition with Da Long and Er Hu spread throughout the entire outer courtyard.
There is a martial arts arena in the outer courtyard, which is specifically used for martial arts competitions between fellow disciples.
Life in the Foreign Languages Department was mundane and uneventful, and whenever something like this happened, it would inevitably become the focus of everyone's attention.
"Really? It's that freshman, Leng Yun?"
"Hehe, I didn't expect that he would be the first freshman to be taught a lesson today."
"That's good, it's time to give these new students a taste of their own medicine."
The heads of many departments of the Foreign Languages Institute gathered together, discussing tomorrow's competition. Da Long and Er Hu were among them.
"Haha, Da Long, I heard that Leng Yun is very powerful. Don't embarrass yourself later," someone mocked.
"Hmph, just you wait and see. If I don't beat that Leng Yun to a pulp tomorrow, I'm not Da Long!" Da Long laughed.
Meanwhile, some kind-hearted disciples in the kitchen also gave Leng Yun some advice.
“Da Long is the person in charge here, and he has the highest cultivation level. We are all afraid of him. As a newcomer, you'd better not make an enemy of him.”
"That's right, just apologize to him, and the matter will be over."
The two thin, small disciples secretly spoke to Leng Yun while they were working.
Leng Yun smiled faintly: "He's just a clown, I don't care."
Later on, even those who sympathized with Leng Yun began to say that Leng Yun was overestimating himself.
On the other hand, Nangong Jue was quite pleased with himself, never expecting that Leng Yun would be surrounded by so much trouble.
In fact, most of the outer court disciples shared the same thoughts as Nangong Jue.
Although these people had no grudge against Leng Yun, they naturally felt extremely jealous when they saw Murong Qin running into Leng Yun's room every day.
Murong Qin's daily visits to the little rabbits certainly drew a lot of hatred from Leng Yun.
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Early the next morning, at the Fist God Academy.
The martial arts arena of the outer courtyard.
The place was already surrounded by outer court disciples early on; no one wanted to miss out on such a lively event.
It's a tradition for senior disciples to bully new disciples, but I didn't expect them to target Leng Yun first this year.
Leng Yun stood on the arena, his expression completely calm, while Da Long opposite him wore a sinister smile.
Among the audience, there was actually a group of newcomers who had witnessed Leng Yun's prowess and did not believe that Leng Yun could lose. However, there were also many veterans who had only heard rumors about Leng Yun and thought that he was just a newcomer.
"Hehe, Da Long, if he can last thirty moves against you, he'll lose." Ding Chang was also among them, with a hint of smugness.
Da Long said obsequiously, "Yes, please rest assured, Senior Brother Ding, I will definitely defeat this arrogant fool within thirty moves."
The two men's blatant mockery immediately drew laughter from the many senior students present.
They looked at Leng Yun as if he were a joke.
Some of the other freshmen couldn't bear to watch and shouted, "Go Leng Yun! Endure thirty moves and show them!"
"That's right, Leng Yun, he'll definitely be able to withstand thirty moves."
"Haha, I didn't expect anyone to support you. Leng Yun, how many moves do you think you can withstand?" Ding Chang laughed from below.
The room suddenly became much quieter, with all the senior students watching to see how Leng Yun would make a fool of himself.
“Three moves,” Leng Yun said.
Upon hearing this, another burst of laughter erupted.
"Haha, so Leng Yun is quite self-aware."
"Yes, I'm starting to like this new student."
Those freshmen who supported Leng Yun looked rather grim, wondering why Leng Yun was so incompetent.
After a burst of laughter, the arena gradually returned to calm.
Leng Yun then calmly said to Da Long, "If you can withstand three moves—I'll admit defeat."
Everyone was speechless. So that's what the 'three moves' meant!
Ding Chang's face was ugly. He originally intended to humiliate Leng Yun in front of everyone, but he didn't expect the other party to say such things, which made him lose face.
"This freshman is so arrogant!"
"Unbelievable!"
"Ignorant new students!"
The older students below immediately erupted in angry boos.
The freshmen present all cheered for Leng Yun: "Leng Yun, go for it! Defeat him within three moves!"
Da Long's face darkened further, turning red with suppressed rage: "Leng Yun, you bastard, you have no idea how arrogant you are! Today I'll teach you a lesson!"
"Enough talk, let's fight."
Before Da Long could finish speaking, Leng Yun interrupted him.
He became even more enraged, and suddenly brown fist energy erupted from his hand: "Leng Yun, how dare you be so arrogant when you're only at the first level of the Spirit Martial Realm!"
Having said that, Da Long moved and rushed towards Leng Yun.
"Form 320 - Wind Chime!"
Da Long immediately unleashed his strongest attack, clearly enraged by Leng Yun and eager to quickly defeat her.
Suddenly, dozens of brown whirlwinds the size of bells appeared in the air, and the faint sound of wind chimes could be heard coming from the void.
The whirlwinds formed a matrix, resembling a point wall, and sped towards the direction of the cold clouds.
But just as the wind wall reached Leng Yun, Leng Yun suddenly disappeared from the front of the dragon.
This speed immediately silenced everyone present. No one spoke at this moment, and even Ding Chang frowned. Leng Yun's speed was simply too fast!
The most surprised person was naturally Da Long. The next second, he felt a force coming from behind him!
"160th move - Snake Strike!"
A giant serpent of fire appeared. The dragon tried to turn around, but it was too late. The serpent slammed into the dragon's back.
"puff!"
Da Long spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately fainted. His body was thrown off the stage like a rag doll and crashed heavily into the crowd.
Quiet--
A long silence followed around the martial arts arena. All the senior students looked at each other in bewilderment. They hadn't even figured out what had happened before Leng Yun had already won.
The flames in Leng Yun's hand slowly disappeared, making crackling sounds, as if they were hitting the faces of these senior students.
He was supposed to defeat Leng Yun within thirty moves, but he couldn't even withstand a single move from him!