Chapter 1079: Win Another Round

After that, none of Sun Mo’s disciples had to fight anymore even until the sky darkened.

Ying Baiwu and Li Ziqi felt bored, but the spectators were very engrossed and exhilarated.

For their respective teachers’ future, these disciples were fighting with their lives on the line.

Hold back?

That was no such thing. As long as there was a chance to do so, they’d kill their opponents.

Of course, the reason why the students were staking it all was because this was also a great chance for them to get into the Hero Rankings. As long as they got into the top 64 in this competition, they’d have the chance to get on the Hero Rankings.

When that happened, they’d enjoy both fame and benefits.

The next day, the battles started again.

Ying Baiwu was drawn by a young man called Li Feng.

“Sun Mo’s disciple Ying Baiwu against Wang Meng’s disciple Li Feng.”

Tong Yiming announced.

“It’s finally my turn!”

Ying Baiwu took a look at Sun Mo, waiting for his instructions.

“Is your body alright?”

Sun Mo felt worried. Ever since the iron-headed young girl had come to the Darkness Continent, her body hadn’t been feeling well. If it wasn’t because of her insistence, Sun Mo would definitely not allow her to take part in the battles.

“I feel a lot better.”

Whenever Ying Baiwu was idle, she’d feel giddy and nauseous, her body swollen and uncomfortable. However, in order to participate in the battles, she had privately taken up special training and to her surprise, she had discovered that her condition was especially good during battles. In that state, her six senses were extremely sharp and her spirit qi circulated really fast. It was as if she was in berserk mode.

“Be careful!”

Sun Mo instructed.

The iron-headed young girl nodded, then dashed up to the arena with a few steps. Then, with a leap, she got up with a somersault.

Her posture was suave and sharp. Moreover, since she was a cool little beauty, she instantly won a lot of cheers.

“What is Sun Mo doing? Why did he send out another young girl?”

The audience didn’t really know what was going on but was just watching it as a show. However, the great teachers frowned.

Wasn’t Sun Mo too arrogant?

“You guys have misunderstood him. He is only 22 or 23 years old. Aren’t his disciples all kids?”

Someone helped to explain.

The Saint Gate’s rules were very detailed and they would also carefully check every great teacher’s personal disciples. Something like people privately contracted strong cultivators to have them pretend to be their disciples to take part in the competition and then canceling the teacher-student relationship later on was something that’d never happen.

“Admit your loss. There’s no way that you’d win against me!”

Li Feng shook his head and sighed after sizing up Ying Baiwu. “I don’t wish to bully a kid!”

“On the arena, there are no complaints whether one lives or dies. I don’t wish for you to have regrets when you die!”

Ying Baiwu’s expression was solemn. “Therefore, come at me with all you’ve got.”

Hearing Ying Baiwu’s resolute words and seeing her expression as if she had gone all out, Li Feng’s expression turned solemn too.

“Sun Mo’s means of teaching his disciples isn’t bad!”

The great teachers were envious.

Even though they didn’t say anything, who wouldn’t wish for their disciples to admire them and be willing to offer their lives for them?

“Start!”

The moment Tong Yiming said this, he backed off to the edge of the arena, trying his best not to affect the battle.

His tone had just landed when Ying Baiwu quickly raised her longbow, using her right hand to draw out a feathered arrow from a quiver that was hung on her upper thigh.

“Naive!”

Li Feng moved and appeared in front of Ying Baiwu, hacking down his palm.

He was a 29-year-old middle-aged man who was about to reach a phase of independence. He found it shameful to aim to kill Ying Baiwu, thus he had planned on striking away her longbow.

“What?”

Ying Baiwu was very anxious and panic showed on her face. She then stumbled backward.

In the audience’s eyes, they even saw that she was too anxious. When she pulled the bowstring after latching the arrow onto the bow, she dropped the arrow.

“It’s over!”

“To be going up with such a weak mentality, is she courting death?”

“There are several hundred rounds of the competition, and a few would always be a waste of time. Moreover, she’s so young and doesn’t have enough experience. That can be forgiven!”

The audience started to discuss amongst themselves.

At the sight of this scene, Li Feng felt a little bad.

“Am I being too brutal?”

Li Feng was considering whether he should hold back when he heard the bowstring tremble.

Beng!

Then, at the next second, Li Feng felt an intense pain coming from his shoulder, with blood splattering everywhere.

“What?”

Li Feng was taken by great surprise. It was a powerful impact and he couldn’t help but move back two steps.

Tong Yiming raised his brows.

Ying Baiwu was relentless and quickly pulled the bowstring with her right hand, sending out a series of explosive shots.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

There were no signs of arrows but only sounds.

As the distance was too close and the arrows were without a trace, Li Feng kept on getting hit, not knowing how he should put up a defense. Therefore, his shoulders, arms, and legs kept getting pierced.

Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!

Many big bloody holes appeared.

The entire massive martial dojo was instantly in silence.

No one had expected that this young girl turned out to be so brutal!

Her attacks were so ferocious and there wasn’t any hint of fear nor anxiety on her beautiful face. Right now, there was only a firm resolute to fight to the bitter end without backing off.

“Turns out that her expressions from earlier were all a pretense!”

“That’s too ruthless. As an archer, she didn’t draw her distance to shoot but plotted to let the opponent get close. This requires so much courage!”

“That’s right, if she were to make a mistake, she’d lose.”

The great teachers were discussing fervently amongst themselves.

Even though Li Feng had a higher cultivation level, he was too careless. Moreover, between them, his battle tactic and mentality were clearly weaker.

Before getting on the arena, this young girl had ascertained her battle tactic. However, he was still underestimating her.

“Junior Martial Sister Baiwu is so impressive!”

Lu Zhiruo screamed happily, cheering for the iron-headed young girl.

“Give up! We give up!”

Wang Meng woke up from astonishment and then shouted loudly.

If they were to continue fighting, his disciple would get shot to death.

So what if he had a higher cultivation level and was strong?

The opponent had made a move first and shot him, instilling severe injuries. Even someone at the Longevity Realm would find it hard to turn the tables around in a situation like this.

A strong complaint then rose in his heart.

(Why did you let down your guard? See how you’re suffering now! But then, this disciple of Sun Mo is really brutal! She isn’t brutal to her enemy, but to herself!)

There was no way that Wang Meng would dare to use a battle tactic like this.

Li Feng lay on the ground, feeling great embarrassment as his face turned pale. He also felt a strong feeling of fury, unable to accept this result. (Why did I lose?)

(This is humiliating!)

Seeing Wang Meng coming over, Li Feng turned his head away, not daring to look him in the eye.

“My Teacher’s God Hands can heal your injuries. Don’t worry, you won’t be crippled.”

Ying Baiwu reminded him.

“Thank you for holding back!”

Wang Meng cupped his fists together. He knew that given her archery skills, she could definitely pierce Li Feng’s head.

“This round, Sun Mo’s disciple, Ying Baiwu wins.”

Tong Yiming had just announced this when someone shouted.

“Judge, this isn’t far. Her longbow is a saint weapon, right?”

It was one of Wang Meng’s disciples. He was unconvinced by this outcome and felt that Ying Baiwu must have cheated.

“Shut up!”

Wang Meng turned and bellowed furiously, “A loss is a loss. Don’t look for excuses.”

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Wang Meng was someone who cared for his pride. The battle intelligence, experience, as well as crucial points she had displayed in this battle had all crushed Li Feng.

There was nothing to complain about for Li Feng’s loss.

“Great! Being able to accept losses! A true great teacher!”

Someone cheered.

Tong Yiming looked toward Ying Baiwu.

The Saint Gate had written in the rules that one wasn’t allowed to use saint weapons during this competition. However, since the opponent wasn’t going to pursue this matter, they wouldn’t care either.

After all, people would definitely pick weapons they could use smoothly without any issues. Some great teachers came from influential backgrounds and had given their disciples good weapons. The Saint Gate couldn’t possibly forbid the participants from using the weapons just because of the rules, right?

“It’s true that my longbow is a saint weapon.”

The moment Ying Baiwu spoke up, a commotion instantly broke out. Everyone reached their necks long and looked downward.

It was a saint weapon they were talking about. Saint weapons were very rare and hardly seen.

“But letting the arrows become invisible isn’t an effect of the longbow but is the cultivation art that I cultivate!”

The iron-headed young girl explained, looking toward the examinees. “Does someone have an ordinary longbow to lend me?”

“Use mine!”

A young man threw his longbow over.

Ying Baiwu caught it, raised her hands, and fired two shots.

No one could see anything, but a few seconds later, two birds fell from the sky.

The martial dojo’s arena was half the size of a soccer field. Moreover, there was no ceiling and it was the morning when the sun was bright.

Sssss!

The two bird corpses caused many people to take in a cold gasp.

Wasn’t that too difficult?

The countenance of the guy who doubted Ying Baiwu fell.

“Thank you for lending me your longbow.”

Ying Baiwu tossed the bow back to its owner.

“Can I ask what the name of your cultivation art is? What grade is it at?”

The young man felt curious.

“Wind King Divine Art, peerless-grade saint-tier!”

As Ying Baiwu said this, she looked toward Sun Mo. “It was imparted with great generosity by my teacher!”

Sssss!

Hearing the words ‘peerless-grade saint-tier’, everyone couldn’t remain calm and looked at Ying Baiwu with great envy. This was a cultivation art of the highest level!

To think that she managed to learn it at such a young age?

“Sun Mo is really spoiling the rules!”

An old man complained.

In the great teacher world, personal disciples would only have the rights to learn such amazing cultivation arts after having proven their loyalty.

How would they prove it?

To slog hard for their teacher every day for decades.

It was an unspoken rule for capabilities to not be easily passed down and for skills and experience to not be cheaply sold.

But Sun Mo ended up teaching it easily.

(When you do this, you’ll cause the students to make comparisons. It’ll make it harder for everyone to lead their groups in the future.)

“Sun Mo knows peerless-grade saint-tier archery?”

Someone was stunned.

“What’s so strange about that? I heard that he is equipped with several saint-tier cultivation arts. He’s actually very good at fighting, but because he kept on getting full marks in his written examinations and that he is an ancestor-level spirit runist that everyone neglects his battle prowess.

“That isn’t all! He’s also very skilled in calligraphy and painting!”

The great teacher who spoke up came from the south. He had heard a lot about Sun Mo.

“Such an archery technique is very hard to fend off, but once others are familiar with it, it won’t be hard. This young girl won’t be able to win anymore.”

The group of examinees immediately started to analyze Ying Baiwu.

The huge difference in cultivation levels made her not sufficient to pose a threat to them.

The battles continued.

Wan Xiulin’s disciple Huang Peng was a tall young man at the age of 21 or 22. He was born with great strength and had killed his opponent instantly with a punch.

Jiang Zhitong’s disciple was called Xu Cong. He used a longsword and had the demeanor of a graceful young master. However, his attacks were very vicious, chopping off his opponent’s arm with a single attack.

The reason he did this was to instill fear, letting others develop a trauma.

Sun Mo had wanted to see what standards Zhang Wentao’s disciple was at, but it was now the little sunny egg’s turn.