Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 495 - 193: The Substitute’s Mission_4
"Second, you also know, Su Qingfeng has achieved Great Perfection in a hundred acupoints. Within ten years, he might walk the invincible path of Marshal Yuan Longhan."
"Third, Su Yue’s godfather is still standing in front of you, trying to poach him might easily cause a grudge."
Mu Jingliang shook his head.
"How many Military Department medals does Su Yue have?"
Lin Dongqi asked.
"I heard from Yan Chenyun a few days ago, it should be 29? Anyway, not up to 30."
"This time I have a favor to ask of you, so I’ll remember this grudge of poaching."
"By the way, Duan Yuandi is Su Yue’s mentor; I’ll definitely tell him about you poaching his disciple."
Liu Yizhou said calmly while recording.
"Children’s feelings should be decided by themselves. It’s just meeting each other, fair competition."
Lin Dongqi still wanted to fight for his nephew.
"Let your nephew try to approach by himself; don’t bother Old Mu. The achievements he has now are all due to my godson’s Moon Nether True Scripture."
Liu Yizhou said.
He strongly opposed arranged marriages and advocated free love, thus giving Lin Dongqi’s nephew a chance.
"Old Liu is right; let your nephew try to approach by himself."
Mu Jingliang smiled.
He wished Lin Dongqi’s nephew good luck in his heart, hoping he wouldn’t anger Su Yue, as it could easily cause a grudge.
"Oh, the battle has begun."
"Old Mu, your daughter’s mastery of the fighting techniques is quite impressive."
Liu Yizhou praised.
"Haha, you’re too kind."
Mu Jingliang chuckled.
His daughter’s three victories in a row were inevitable.
...
On the arena, swords and knives danced in the air.
Indeed.
The Captain Yawu is no match for Mu Cheng at all; although their Qi Blood values are quite similar, the mastery of fighting techniques is worlds apart.
The Priest simultaneously performed two outstanding martial techniques, coupled with various universal strategies coming forth, and Captain Yawu was kicked off the stage.
"Next."
Mu Cheng flicked her longsword, her gaze remaining calm.
"Impressive."
From the viewing platform, Su Yue couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
"Nonsense, someone who can succeed me can never be mediocre."
"But it’s a pity, Mu Cheng is destined to lead West Martial away from the championship path; it’s a tragedy."
Bai Xiaolong sighed deeply.
Mu Cheng is a straightforward person, sometimes a bit too honest.
If it were Su Yue?
Bai Xiaolong sighed again.
If Su Yue were put in Mu Cheng’s position, with his shameless and brazen cunning, surely he would come up with a way to defy the gods.
Unfortunately, by the time Su Yue grows up, the gods would have graduated.
It’s a story full of regret.
...
The subsequent battles went exactly as Bai Xiaolong expected, without any deviation.
Victory.
Mu Cheng’s three victories in a row were easily won.
Amid West Martial’s shouts, West Martial entered the final four, while Yawu stopped at the top eight.
In the end, the contestants who stopped at the top eight would still participate in the ranking matches, but those occur on the eve of the finals, so people don’t have much expectation.
This battle made Su Yue finally realize the prowess of his girlfriend.
Mu Cheng’s mastery of fighting techniques is even comparable to his own.
In the match against Yawu, Mu Cheng hadn’t even used her full strength.
...
Second match.
Beiwu against Haowu.
Beiwu Xu Baiyan, defeated two in a row, gave up the third match and surrendered.
Despite Su Yue’s loud cheers, he had to admit that his sister’s understanding of combat techniques was not as profound as Mu Cheng’s.
Of course, the audience didn’t understand Xu Baiyan’s intention; she really didn’t need to surrender.
Perhaps Xu Baiyan wanted to preserve her strength.
After all, Haowu is the number one ranked A-class Wuda, with three Fourth-Grade main battle members; there’s no need to fight to the point of injury.
However, in the most crucial final battle, Beiwu carried out the same strategy as West Martial.
They sent a freshman onstage.
Freshman Third Grade, Liao Ping.
This geek with a middle-parted haircut and glasses seemed completely unremarkable, and even less imposing than Du Jing’s Book.
Su Yue was surprised.
Liao Ji was surprised, Zhou Yuncan was surprised.
In the Warring States Military Academy camp, Gong Ling also stood up in shock.
Liao Ping.
Why would he go up against Haowu’s main battle members? It’s practically seeking death.
Indeed, Haowu members were fuming.
Liao Ping going on stage was practically mocking them.
However.
For a whole half hour, the Fourth-Grade Martial Artist from Haowu had Liao Ping beaten severely, yet he just wouldn’t admit defeat.
People realized that Beiwu Liao Ping turned out to be a support-type martial artist.
He consistently applied defensive martial techniques on himself, enabling him to linger on stage.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"You four martial arts academies need not underestimate people. My Haowu’s goal this time is to drag a Wuda down."
"After four years of hard training, we’re very prepared."
"Sending such a freshman on stage is purely laughable."
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Although the last to fight, he is the Captain Haowu.
In terms of speed and attack power, Captain Haowu was enough to enter the starting team of the four martial arts academies.
Mu Cheng hadn’t exerted her full strength earlier, but some speculated that Captain Haowu even had the qualifications to match Mu Cheng.
"Such swift speed."
Even Su Yue marveled; Captain Haowu’s speed martial technique was clearly an outstanding technique.
In the eyes of the audience, Captain Haowu’s constant flickering on stage appeared as nothing more than a shadow.
Pathetically, Liao Ping.
He was like a leaf torn by a gale; if not for his thick skin and flesh, he would already meet Du Jing’s Book’s fate.
Though to everyone, Liao Ping seemed even more miserable than Du Jing’s Book.
Disregard the bruises and swollen face.
Liao Ping’s few bones were even fractured, and even the referee suggested that Liao Ping could stop.
Unfortunately.
Liao Ping consistently did not admit defeat.
He never fell, never surrendered, nor did he ever evade.
Not a single punch thrown.
Not a single blade swung.
Yet he stubbornly stood on stage, simply refusing to admit defeat.
"I’m on your left."
"Fool, where are you looking? I’m behind you."
"Are you blind? I’m in front of you; make your move."
Captain Haowu kept mocking Liao Ping.
He had already realized this bespectacled nerd might actually be an idiot.
Drip!
Drip!
Captain Haowu resembled a whirlwind, constantly appearing in various positions on stage.
Yet Liao Ping stood still, letting fists pound on him without moving.
Beneath his feet gathered a pool of blood.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, Liao Ping adjusted his glasses.
His vision was somewhat blurry.
...
"Release the seal, it’s time to release the seal."
Beiwu Viewing Platform.
Everyone was on tenterhooks.
As they saw Liao Ping adjusting his glasses, the whole audience stood up.
Involuntarily.
...
Sorry, only two updates again; there’s been a bit less updating during this period, sorry.
