Dominating Martial King-Chapter 45 - 42 Impact Thanks to Alliance Hierarch cg768

45: Chapter 42: Impact (Thanks to Alliance Hierarch cg768)

45: Chapter 42: Impact (Thanks to Alliance Hierarch cg768)

PS: Thanks to Alliance Hierarch cg768 for the reward, an old buddy indeed.

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When the outcome on the arena was decided, Jian Cangfeng, sitting on the high platform to the north, immediately burst into joy.

Although the process was tortuous, his goal had been achieved.

This practical assessment was still won by Ye Zhiqiu’s Eastern Courtyard, seizing first place.

In just one year of leading the Martial Arts Academy’s Eastern Courtyard, Ye Zhiqiu had trained such outstanding disciples—her future was promising!

The kid up on the stage wasn’t bad either.

In this final match, he didn’t interfere at all, and Chu Xisheng actually won.

Shao Lingshan’s expression was full of unwillingness and anger, “This is unfair!

His methods are excessively insidious.”

“Junior Brother Shao, why would you say such a thing?” Jian Cangfeng said with an upset frown, “Since we are assessing actual combat, everything must be based on real combat.

Chu Xisheng is indeed a bit inferior in strength, but what’s wrong with him gaining a tactful victory?”

He turned his head to Ye Zhiqiu with a smile, “It’s still Coach Ye who has a way with teaching her disciples.”

Ye Zhiqiu’s expression was the ultimate complexity.

What good teaching?

She had never taught Chu Xisheng this method of chopping at someone’s waist belt—

But Chu Xisheng did indeed win this round beautifully; martial cultivators should spare no effort in combat.

Her feelings, however, were difficult to put into words.

Chu Xisheng emerged victorious in the end, and naturally, she was very pleased.

Especially since Chu Xisheng had defeated He Chao from the West Courtyard.

But Ye Zhiqiu couldn’t help but feel helpless and regretful thinking that the Eastern Courtyard clearly had two disciples who were no less talented than Liu Xingruo or He Chao, yet they were not chosen to go on stage.

It was as if the best jewelry in her make-up case had, due to some mix-ups, no chance to be displayed before others.

The Eastern Courtyard could have won outright, but Jian Cangfeng’s random interference had turned the practical martial arts competition into a mess.

Ye Zhiqiu swiftly decided not to give Jian Cangfeng a pleasant face.

With a cold look, she gave Jian Cangfeng a slight bow of fists, “Inspector, since the contest has ended, I shall take my leave now.”

Not even calling him ‘Senior Brother,’ she flopped her sleeves and walked away from the high platform.

Jian Cangfeng hurried after her in a great rush, “Eh?

Junior Sister, Junior Sister Ye, don’t go, don’t be mad.”

As everyone’s gaze followed Jian Cangfeng moving away, they realized that the Inspector really planned to ignore the over four thousand disciples below, so they could only turn their attention to Lei Yuan.

Lei Yuan, resigned, had to handle the aftermath himself, “Junior Brother Zi Jing, please put away this ‘Four Symbols Decision Plate.’ Then, notify the instructors below to arrange for the orderly departure of the disciples after my speech.”

As he spoke, he walked to the front of the stone platform.

He had originally arranged for Jian Cangfeng, the Inspector, to speak and inspire the Martial Arts Academy’s disciples, but after Jian Cangfeng left, he had to fill in.

At this time, Chu Xisheng had already been moved back to his original spot.

Curiously, Chu Yunyun asked him, “When did you learn Light Cloud Jump?”

But Chu Xisheng was already lying without even blinking an eye, “I don’t know, I suddenly could do it at the time, it felt like I had an epiphany.”

He couldn’t explain to Chu Yunyun that he had a system within him.

Chu Yunyun didn’t have any suspicions, she simply thought that Chu Xisheng had a sudden enlightenment during combat.

Her eyes flickered thoughtfully.

It seemed that Chu Xisheng’s comprehension and talent were much stronger than she had initially assessed.

But someone like Chu Xisheng, Chu Yunyun had seen before.

Their talent is like rapeseed oil, not outstanding usually, but when faced with pressure, they can produce oil.

The greater the pressure, the bigger the crisis, the greater the potential they explode with—

Meanwhile, Chu Xisheng was looking at the system panel reflected in his eyes.

Character: Chu Xisheng

Reputation: Ninth Grade Superior (Actual)

Martial Arts: Chasing Wind Saber Technique (Second Layer), Light Cloud Jump (First Rank)

Martial Intent: Vengeful Residual Intent (First Tier)

Primordial Skill: Nourishing Essence Skill (Second Level/Ninth Grade Inferior)

Martial Arts Points: 4

Talent: Eagle Eye, Chasing Wind and Lightning Hand (First Rank), Pure Yang Thunder Body (First Rank), Time Instant Shadow Body (First Rank)

Status: Six Yin Soul Revival Spell, Vengeance

Lifespan: 29 days

Chu Xisheng remembered that his Martial Arts Points had been 8, and he spent 3 points to exchange for the First Level of Light Cloud Jump, resulting in a decrease to 4 points.

After winning the finals, instead of increasing, his Martial Arts Points actually decreased by 1 point.

Besides, a “Vengeful” status had appeared in his status bar.

When Chu Xisheng focused on it, four pieces of information surfaced in his mind.

——You have sensed the malice around you and yearn for revenge, invoking the Vengeful Blade Intent; your strikes may carry a Spiritual Shock.

——When more than a hundred people hold malice towards you, your Vengeful Blade Intent strengthens to a slight intensity.

——When more than three hundred people hold malice towards you, your Vengeful Blade Intent strengthens to a weak intensity.

——When more than a thousand people hold malice towards you, your Vengeful Blade Intent strengthens to an intermediate intensity.

Chu Xisheng raised his eyebrows and scanned the surroundings, only to see countless gazes staring at him from various directions of the school grounds.

The people from his Eastern Courtyard weren’t too bad; at most, only some were dissatisfied.

However, the numerous Inner and Outer Disciples from the West Courtyard, North Courtyard, and South Courtyard were all glaring at him angrily.

Chu Xisheng’s brows lifted slightly as he realized that he had incurred the wrath of the masses.

Today, although he had beaten He Chao, his victory was seen as a stroke of cunning rather than convincing strength.

In their eyes, he was someone who had stolen the honor of being the first in the practical examination.

Perhaps influenced by the Sword Intent, Chu Xisheng felt extremely displeased and glared back at these people just as angrily.

What are you looking at?

His cultivation might have been weaker than He Chao and the others, but he won fair and square.

Is it forbidden to win by being clever?

Chu Xisheng then looked thoughtfully at the word “Vengeful” in his status bar.

So this Vengeful Blade Intent is quite interesting, the more enemies I face, the stronger my blade intent becomes?

Just then, Lei Yuan finally concluded his speech on the high platform.

The disciples below were like pardoned birds and beasts, scattering in all directions.

It was now close to noon, and the vast majority were extremely hungry, flocking towards the direction of the cafeteria.

Chu Xisheng immediately unfurled an umbrella, blocking the harsh sunlight.

During the competition on the platform, he had been uncomfortably baked by the sun but had refrained from opening the umbrella due to the occasion.

As he was about to head to the cafeteria, he saw Liu Xingruo walking towards him.

The man blocked his path and looked at him coldly, “Junior Brother Chu’s tactics and schemes, I have witnessed today.

However, as Martial Cultivators, what matters most is our own strength.

You may have won once by your wits, but you’ll never win twice—”

The passersby were drawn to this scene, stopping one after another with curious expressions looking on.

Chu Xisheng, however, frowned deeply.

He was craving the chicken legs in the cafeteria; if he was late, there’d be none left.

Having missed out on the lamb soup and roujiamo in the morning, he absolutely couldn’t miss the chicken legs at noon.

With his hand on his saber, his impatient brows gave a twitch, “What exactly are you trying to say?”

Liu Xingruo gave a cold laugh, his eyes revealing an abnormal red hue.

This was a peculiar talent he possessed, allowing him to catch others off guard and attack their spirits.

Yet, at that moment, he caught sight of Chu Xisheng’s narrowed phoenix eyes suddenly widening, with a sharp gleam shining in the pupils.

Liu Xingruo felt as if his spirit had been struck by an exceedingly sharp blade, slicing directly into the depths of his soul.

Not only did it cause excruciating pain to his spirit, but his thoughts also froze in that instant.

Chu Xisheng found this odd, noticing that Liu Xingruo stood frozen for a long time without any response, and losing interest in waiting, he hurried towards the cafeteria.

Chu Yunyun, who was following behind, glanced at Liu Xingruo with a strange look in her eyes before leaving with Chu Xisheng.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, the surrounding crowd dispersed as well.

Xiang Kui, who was among the crowd, felt that something was amiss and approached, “Senior Brother Liu?

What’s the matter with you?”

When he found Liu Xingruo still motionless, he patted him on the arm, “Mr.

Liu, wake up, what happened to you?”

He then realized that his right hand felt a pricking sensation.

Liu Xingruo’s body shivered, and a strand of blood escaped his mouth.

His eyes revealed a hint of terror, “Sword Intent!

That guy has mastered Sword Intent!”

And the Sword Intent was so powerful that it suppressed his spirit for a full ten breaths!

Xiang Kui froze for a moment, then looked towards Chu Xisheng’s retreating figure with complex emotions.

This Junior Brother Chu was indeed an unexpectedly cunning and deep character—