Eternal Taoist King Chapter 12

"I'm

ready to promote Zhao Lei to inter court disciple. If he wins big, I will keep

my word." Taoist Purity smiled and casted an eye over Red Maple, with a deliberating

provocation.

Red

Maple hummed. Though they didn't know Song Ning's cultivation level, they had a

rough idea of it.

If

Song Ning's strength was totally unfolded before their eyes when he competed

with Wang Long, he might be defeated as soon as Zhao Lei started fighting.

Zhao

Lei hadn't exerted all his strength in previous match, but he tried to win Song

Ning with one single strike, because only a clean sweep could save Cloud

Mountain's face.

"Boy,

I will let you see what I am all about!" As Zhao Lei spoke, his spiritual

energy struck Song Ning like a long sword.

It

was Song Ning's first time to meet a disciple of his level using such move. He

was startled and then backed up a few steps, only to find that the long sword

formed by spiritual energy was too fast to avoid.

Everybody

was breathless with anxiety. A few official disciples could achieve the fifth

level of Energy Gathering Stage, so Zhao Lei must be the undisputed winner.

Competing with Zhao Lei, Song Ning had no chance to win.

"Hha,

he attacked a disciple of Cloud Mountain before. Confronted with absolute

strength, how can he succeed again?" A disciple of Cloud Mountain poured

ridicule on Song Ning.

"Zhao,

don't show mercy, this guy…" As soon as Wang Long recovered, he warned Zhao Lei

immediately.

However,

Wang Long found it was too late before he finished his sentence.

Song

Ning couldn't avoid, so he had to resist the spiritual energy form from Zhao

Lei.

The

long sword formed by spiritual energy fractured instantly after being smashed

by Song Ning.

The

spiritual energy form was bound with Zhao Lei's physical body, so Zhao Lei got

hurt when his spiritual energy was shattered. He spit out blood and backed up a

few steps.

"You…"

Zhao Lei couldn't believe that.

Taoist

Purity on the high stage stood up suddenly. Staring at the scene happened in

the match stage, her face was deathly pale.

Everyone

on the high stage were stricken dumb with amazement. What was the matter with

Song Ning? How could a single punch shatter Zhao Lei's spiritual energy form?

The

disciples of Cloud Mountain who shouted just now got a nasty shock. Zhao Lei

was the unrivaled official disciple, and his spiritual energy form was a

matchless move amongst the techniques in the fifth level of Energy Gathering

Stage. But why Song Ning…

Was

his cultivation over the fifth level of Energy Gathering Stage?

The

disciples of Cloud Mountain grounded their teeth out of hatred for Song Ning.

They finally understood that Song Ning had hidden his strength and pretended to

be weak all the time.

Nevertheless,

the disciples of Tianhe City were happy to dance.

Amazement

flashed past Qiu Yue's pretty eyes. A disciple achieving the fifth level of

Energy Gathering Stage was qualified to be an inter court disciple. She

remembered that Song Ning carried no spiritual energy when she met him for the

first time. How could he boast a cultivation in the fifth level of Energy Gathering

Stage within a few days?

On

the match stage, Zhao Lei wiped the blood away from his lips, starting at Song

Ning fiercely, "You really hid your strength. Great, great! You are just in the

fifth level of Energy Gathering Stage, I will beat you to pieces which could

not be recognized by your mother!"

As

Zhao Lei finished speaking, he drew his sword. The sword body roared and

flashed.

Clang!

A

single strike seemed to split the wind.

Song

Ning suddenly tensed up, he must avoid because of no weapon at hand.

Hacking.

Cutting.

Stabbing.

Each

strike of Zhao Lei was a deadly move. Fortunately, Song Ning dodged every time,

or he would get hurt or be hacked to death.

"Just

dodge? I was attacked by you just now, so I must see your rest tricks. Come,

come, come, don't run. Accept my strike and see whether you mother could

recognize you or not." Zhao Lei hit fiercely and shouted arrogantly.

When

Song Ning heard that, he stopped and then backhanded a palm along Zhao Lei's

long sword.

Zhao

Lei was caught unprepared by the sudden counterpunch. His attack was quick and

forceful, but his defense was passive. Struck by Song Ning's sudden

counterblow, his shoulder was slapped to dislocation.

"I

am sick of someone talking about my mother. I have no parent and I never saw my

mother. I didn't complained her at all. How dare you?" While Song Ning was

speaking, his kicked away Zhao Lei's long sword and gave him another slap.

Click!

Zhao

Lei's another shoulder was beaten to dislocation.

"My

mom, my mom, now I am greeting your mom. After the match, could your mom

recognize you when you come back?" Song Ning said with another heavy slap on

Zhao Lei.

Zhao

Lei's face became swollen.

"My

mom is…"

Bang!

"How

dare you! My mom…"

Bang!

"I…"

Bang!

Bang!

Song

Ning finally cooled down after giving Zhao Lei several slaps. "No matter who

your mother is, she is also a bitch, otherwise you would not talk about other

people's mother all the time."

Song

Ning had a quick tongue and always ran off what he thought so that he could

feel comfortable. He was relaxed indeed, however, one person on the high stage

looked ghastly pale.

Zhao

Lei's face was beaten to swell by Song Ning, so he couldn't utter a word. The

disciples of Tianhe City applauded, even Sun Mu shouted, "Well done, Song! Well

done!"

Li

Mu in the midair of match stage winked and made signs to Song Ning but the

latter missed it.

On

the high stage, the elder of Cloud Mountain pounded the table and stood up,

"Bastard, what are you saying? Whose mother is a bitch?"

Faced

with the question hurled by the elder of Cloud Mountain, Song Ning was neither

humble nor pushy, cupping his hands lightly, "Zhao Lei spoke in a bad manner,

talking about my mother all the time. His mother doesn't teach him well, does

she?"

People

on the high stage felt uneasy with that. Red Maple said in a low voice, "Song

Ning, the elder Zhao Xinru is Zhao Lei's mother."

"Song

Ning, well done…" the disciples of Tianhe City choked and stopped applauding.

Song

Ning seemed to be plugged a stone in his throat. Did he curse the elder of

Cloud Mountain for a long time?

Zhao

Xinru looked at Red Maple, "The disciple of Tianhe City not only hides his

strength well but also has a glib tongue. I've learned it. Boy, is your name

Song Ning? I remember you!"

"Well…"

Song Ning lowered his head lightly and avoided the eye contact with Zhao Xinru.

Zhao

Lei got off the stage in dejection. He wasn't injured seriously, but he brought

enough grace on himself.

Originally

both Cloud Mountain and Sunset Mountain boasted two winners separately, but an

ordinary disciple of Tianhe City expunged Cloud Mountain's winners from the

list directly. Such thing was rarely seen. Though the matter of Zhao Xinru served

as an episode, the Tianhe City members were cheerful.

"Well,

well, Song Ning, apologize to the elder Zhao immediately! She is not

narrow-minded. If you apologize, she will forgive you," scolded the Taoist Red

Maple.

Song

Ning frowned and looked up to the high stage with doubt, "Apologize? Why?"