Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 398: Fist Fighting (3)

"Alright." Chen Yuxiang smiled lightly, revealing two dimples on her delicate features. "Although Yang Wei's character isn't great, her abilities are quite good."

Although my Mingfeng Academy and your Jiuqu Academy have always been ranked lower, it seems that this time, Mingfeng Academy will prevail.

Zhong Han remained silent. Private friendships were one thing, but when it came to the level of departmental rankings, there was no room for sentimentality.

The ranking affects the amount of resources available to each courtyard, and no one will hold back.

Especially for Jiuquyuan, it ranked seventh for the past two years, placing it at the very bottom. Jingtianzhuang also has clear regulations: if it ranks last for three consecutive years, adjustments will be made. This could involve changing the head of the courtyard or altering its internal structure.

But no matter what kind of adjustment it is, it is unacceptable to Zhong Han and Zhong Yunxiu.

Therefore, this time, we can only win, we cannot lose, it's a do-or-die situation.

"Then the same as before?" Compared to Zhong Han, Chen Yunxiang didn't feel as much pressure. She smiled slightly and sat down at a table and chairs set up in the room.

"Hmm, the same as always." Zhong Han came back to her senses, gave a wry smile, and sat down opposite him.

Xiao Zhong, who was behind her, also sat down.

Chen Yunxiang also gestured for a pretty woman next to him to sit down.

Then, disciples set out teacups for the four of them and poured water into them. The same was done by the two disciples at the sixth level of True Skill from Mingfeng Academy, and the same from Jiuqu Academy. Zhong Han and Chen Yuxiang had fought many times; their strengths were roughly equal.

Xiao Zhong and his handsome disciple were about the same level, and neither could gain the upper hand.

Therefore, the real key to the outcome of the match between Jiuquyuan and Mingfengyuan lies in the result of the external events.

"Like every year, let's start with the outer field. Who wants to go first..." Chen Yuxiang was about to turn around to arrange the order of the matches.

"Wait a minute, just a moment, one of our disciples hasn't arrived yet," Zhong Han suddenly said, stopping them.

"A disciple is missing?" Chen Yuxiang frowned. "Could they have run away like Yang Wei?"

"That shouldn't be the case, we'll be there soon," Zhong Han said helplessly.

"Alright, then let's wait a bit. Anyway, your Nine-Bend Academy is no match for us." Chen Yuxiang said half-jokingly, giving Zhong Han some face.

"Thank you," Zhong Han smiled.

As time passed, the group initially managed to chat, but gradually they all fell silent.

Zhong Han couldn't contain himself. He looked left and right, and saw that several courtyards had already decided the winner.

It's time to start at Jiuqu Courtyard and Mingfeng Courtyard.

"Are you still going to compete or not? If you're not going to compete, then you should just admit defeat." Several female disciples from Mingfeng Academy couldn't help but mutter to themselves.

Although the voice was soft, everyone present, at least a martial arts master, heard it clearly.

"Senior Sister, it seems Junior Brother Han might be delayed by something. Why don't we start?" Shen Qiuling's face flushed red after hearing these gossips, unable to bear the stimulation.

She was originally a fiery and outspoken tomboy; otherwise, she wouldn't have intervened to help those in need, only to have her foundation damaged in the process. "But..." Zhong Han was also conflicted. Hearing this suggestion and looking at the expressions of the disciples around her, she knew that time was running out.

She sighed. Although she didn't know where Han Yi had gone, she had bought him enough time.

If the outside field is missing one player, Jiuquyuan basically has no hope of turning the tide.

But then her eyes hardened, and she immediately nodded and made her decision.

Even if Jiuquyuan is destined to lose, it should still do so openly and fairly.

"Let's begin then. Sun Zheng, get ready..." Zhong Han called out, intending to let the weakest Sun Zheng go first to test the waters.

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Qiuling had already rushed forward.

"I am Shen Qiuling, a disciple of the Nine-Bend Academy, at the fifth level of True Skill. Please give me your guidance." She looked towards the direction of the Mingfeng Academy.

There are two raised platforms inside the main hall, one for use in the outdoor area and the other for use in the indoor area.

At this time, the outdoor platform had long been empty, and as soon as she stepped onto the stage, she immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Fang He, Guan Chan, and the others, who were sitting at the very top of the main hall, all looked over.

The former, in particular, wore a relaxed smile, completely unconcerned about the outcome of the match.

Perhaps, in his view, the plan was flawless, and the Nine-Bend Courtyard was already his prize.

"Perfect timing, I've been waiting impatiently for a long time."

A woman emerged from Mingfeng Courtyard and nimbly leaped onto the high platform.

"Mingfeng Academy, Ye Zhaozhao, fifth level of True Skill." She gave a brief introduction. True Skills at the same level mean roughly the same strength.

Shen Qiuling nodded and stepped forward to confront the other party. The two performed the usual fighting etiquette and assumed their stances.

This is, after all, just an internal sparring match, not a real fight, so the proper etiquette should still be observed.

"Watch out." Ye Zhaozhao took a step forward, her arms glowing green, swaying in the wind like willow branches, unpredictable.

This is the true skill of Mingfeng Academy, the characteristic of the Dancing Willow True Skill: the moves change at will, making them unpredictable and impossible to judge the attack route.

It is said that after mastering the Willow Dance Technique, one becomes as still as a tree and can move at will, creating bewildering and strange illusions with every gesture.

But Shen Qiuling's skills were not to be underestimated; she was by nature straightforward and outspoken.

Without hesitation, she quickly and forcefully unleashed her Nine-Bend Palm technique, aiming for his chest.

To counter this kind of deceptive martial arts, offense is the best option.

But her punch was immediately blocked. The two separated again and then used their skills to fight fiercely.

Both women were tall, slender, and beautiful. As they clashed, their eyebrows arched sharply, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, their movements fluid and dazzling, captivating the attention of most onlookers.

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Jingtianzhuang, by the Flower Lake.

Han Yi remained motionless, sitting in place, yet a large amount of black energy rose from his seven orifices and the pores of his skin.

But immediately, the black energy was pulled, absorbed, and assimilated by the Immaculate Force.

The excruciating pain spread rapidly from the internal organs to the bones, muscles, and even the fingertips.

Han Yi even felt as if he were immersed in subterranean fire, enduring the torment of flames. But soon, the pain disappeared.

No, it's not disappearance, it's numbness.

The brain is completely blank, and the nerve signals have reached their limit. When pain completely occupies all sensory channels, then one can no longer feel pain.