Chapter 95

"Start of the match!"

The moment the military instructor's arm swung down, a thunderous roar echoed above the arena as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through.

No one could describe Zuo Guangdou's speed; his "swift sword" had reached its pinnacle. Apart from a few who caught a blurry shadow, most people couldn't even see clearly.

Boom!

A deafening metallic clang resounded just three feet in front of Yang Ji. Zuo Guangdou's invincible sword was blocked by a pair of black iron gauntlets, unable to advance even an inch.

Yang Ji stood opposite Zuo Guangdou, his long hair fluttering wildly. His expression was calm, with no trace of emotion, as if he had everything under control, and even Zuo Guangdou's sword did not surprise him.

In stark contrast to Yang Ji's calmness was Zuo Guangdou's shock.

Seeing the dimly glowing iron gauntlets on Yang Ji's hands, Zuo Guangdou's face instantly turned very grim.

"Fine iron" is an extremely precious forging material, very rare. With the blacksmithing skills in Pingchuan City, it takes three to five years of continuous polishing to produce a small piece, and the quantity is very limited, mostly already owned by someone.

Zuo Guangdou never thought that in such a remote place, someone could forge iron gauntlets.

"Damn!—"

This was the only thought in Zuo Guangdou's mind.

Boom!

The moment Yang Ji blocked Zuo Guangdou's terrifying sword, everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but gasp in shock, leaning forward and stretching their necks as if they wanted to put their heads on the arena.

Zuo Guangdou's swift sword, which was supposed to be unstoppable, was actually blocked!

This was the thought in everyone's mind. Doubt, disbelief... then immense shock!

Since the start of the martial examination, Zuo Guangdou's terrifying sword skills and cruel nature have injured countless "martial geniuses." Not only did he crush their martial techniques, but he also crushed their will.

Many people even surrendered as soon as they stepped onto the arena, not daring to face Zuo Guangdou at all.

In the martial examination, "Zuo Guangdou" represented the most dangerous person, a "death god." No one dared to challenge him, let alone anything else.

This was the first time someone had firmly and powerfully blocked Zuo Guangdou's sword in a public match!

"Looking for death!"

After the initial shock, Zuo Guangdou quickly reacted. A cruel and cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His swift sword was never a one-trick pony. Those who were proud of blocking one of his swords would only find themselves a laughingstock in the end.

"Swift sword" was never just one move, but countless moves. Someone might block one of his swords, but no one could block all of them.

Zuo Guangdou's sword trembled, and he was about to launch a series of fierce attacks on Yang Ji.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed as Zuo Guangdou's sword was just lifted, and Yang Ji's mountain-like punch pressed down, firmly suppressing Zuo Guangdou's sword.

Zuo Guangdou's expression changed dramatically. He turned and withdrew his sword, immediately launching the third, fourth, fifth, sixth... sword, each like a venomous snake striking at Yang Ji's vital points.

Zuo Guangdou's sword was so fast that even the martial experts among the students below could only see a blur, unable to discern the real from the fake.

If any of Zuo Guangdou's swords struck Yang Ji, it would pierce him through and impale him on the sword.

However, Zuo Guangdou's sword was fast, but Yang Ji's iron fists were even faster—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a flash, Yang Ji unleashed over ten punches in a short time, and the two of them engaged in the most intense clash. The fifth, sixth, seventh... each of Zuo Guangdou's swords was not fully extended before being hit by Yang Ji's iron fists, firmly suppressed.

Even the sword techniques that the naked eye couldn't see were exposed before Yang Ji. The terrifying swift sword, now like a venomous snake struck at its vital point, had no power at all.

Zuo Guangdou's face turned black, his expression becoming increasingly grim, while Yang Ji's punches grew heavier and faster.

Clang!

A fierce wind blew, and a thunderous metallic clang echoed. Yang Ji's back distorted in the air, and in the shocked gaze of the crowd, a massive ancient tripod appeared in the air, merging with Yang Ji's hands and smashing forward.

"Clang!"

Zuo Guangdou's sword was struck by Yang Ji's punch, and with a clang, it was forced back into the scabbard. Zuo Guangdou was both shocked and angry, his face turning red like chicken blood.

Zuo Guangdou tried to draw his sword to counterattack, but what greeted him was a quick flick of Yang Ji's fingers—

Boom!

An invisible ripple spread through the air. Yang Ji's fingers flicked, and Zuo Guangdou's finely crafted sword shattered into pieces. With a scream, Zuo Guangdou was electrocuted, and with a thud, he was thrown out of the arena, spitting blood in mid-air, his chest collapsing with a series of crisp sounds, breaking many bones!

—Flicking Finger Thunder!

Lü Ling would never believe that Yang Ji had learned her "Flicking Finger Thunder" in such a short time!

"Ah!—"

The entire arena erupted in shock, with Wang Xian, Lu Youxiang, and others wide-eyed. Shen Tong's mouth was so wide open that it could fit a goose egg.

"Zuo Guangdou lost... actually lost!"

"His sword techniques were completely suppressed!"

"How is this possible?"

"What's going on? What's going on?... I didn't see anything clearly, how did Zuo Guangdou lose? Can anyone tell me?"

...

Everything happened too quickly. From Zuo Guangdou's attack to Yang Ji throwing him out, it took only a blink of an eye. Many people were still shocked by Yang Ji blocking Zuo Guangdou's first sword when the match was already over.

"This guy..."

At the steel wall separating the South and North zones, "Li Chen" leaned against the wall, his eyes flashing with a chilling light as he watched Yang Ji on the arena.

In another place not far away, several strong competitors from the North zone also watched, their eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Zuo Guangdou was an extremely dangerous and terrifying opponent, from the preliminary to the semi-final. They originally wanted to watch Zuo Guangdou's match, but they didn't expect to see this scene.

"This guy... his speed is too fast. Faster than Zuo Guangdou's swift sword!"

"That's 'Cloud Hands'! To practice a mid-level martial technique faster than a high-level one, this is the first time I've seen it!"

"And the 'Strength Tripod,' he has accumulated a thousand pounds of strength..."

"This 'Yang Ji' is not simple!"

"Of course, he is now undoubtedly a 'seed' player. The only ones who can defeat him are Li Chen and Bai Shengming!"

...

The group immediately fell silent, looking at the mysterious "Third Young Master Li" who was leaning nearby. The strongest in the North zone was the mysterious Bai Shengming and this "Third Young Master Li."

Bai Shengming was enigmatic, and no one knew his true strength. As for "Third Young Master Li,"... the reputation of the "Three Heroes of Pingchuan" was enough to speak for itself!

"Yang Ji wins!"

Zuo Guangdou had already been thrown out of the arena, and Yang Ji had undoubtedly won. The semi-finals were almost over, and although the matches were not completely finished, they were no longer related to Yang Ji.

When the other matches ended, the last two would be eliminated. The remaining seven would enter the final, and the ultimate final!

Yang Ji calmly walked off the arena, and the thousands of martial students in the audience finally reacted, bursting into thunderous cheers and applause.

"Yang Ji!—"

"Yang Ji!—"

...

The excitement and cheers of the crowd shook the sky. Regardless of what Yang Ji was like before, at this moment, when he incredibly returned Zuo Guangdou's sword to the scabbard and sent Zuo Guangdou flying off the arena with a flick of his finger... Yang Ji became the most prominent focus of the entire competition and the strongest presence in the zone!

"Yang Ji, wait. Here's your token."

A black-bearded officer, as strong as a bear, stopped Yang Ji at the bottom of the stairs. In his surprised gaze, he handed him a golden token.

"This is a seed token, a pass to the final. Anyone holding a seed token will have special privileges in the final, reducing many low-level battles."

The black-bearded officer explained.

Yang Ji nodded in relief, thanked him, and took the "seed token" and walked out.

"Yang Ji, here, here!..."

A blue figure jumped and waved in the crowd, shouting excitedly.

"Han Bin."

Yang Ji's eyes flickered, and he pushed through the crowd to walk over.

"Ha ha ha, Yang Ji, congratulations. You are simply too strong. ... I knew you could do it, I knew you could do it! Yeah!"

Han Bin's neck turned red with excitement, almost more excited than Yang Ji, as if he had just stepped onto the arena himself.

Although they had known each other for a short time, Han Bin's personality made him quite likable. Yang Ji smiled slightly and then walked out of the martial hall with Han Bin.

"Clang!"

A few hours later, with a clang of the bell, the semi-finals on both sides ended, and all fourteen finalists were determined.

"Finally over!"

By the pond, Yang Ji took a long breath, feeling every cell in his body refreshed.

The martial examination was basically over here, and the final would not last too long. Selecting the final seven "martial students" from fourteen people greatly increased the chances.

"If you think like that, you're already defeated!"

Lü Ling, dressed in a light yellow outfit, slowly walked up from behind.

"Lü Ling!"

Yang Ji was taken aback, turned around, and said in surprise.

"Ha, good idea, using my Flicking Finger Thunder to deal with Zuo Guangdou!"

The tense expression on Lü Ling's face relaxed, and she smiled.

"You already know."

Yang Ji was slightly stunned but quickly smiled in response.

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