Chapter 23

"Begin, just tap to stop, don't hurt each other," Meng Kuo ordered.

This match didn't really matter; at worst, he would let Jiang Ping'an be the squad leader.

As soon as the fight began, Yang Hu rushed forward with his nine-ringed broadsword.

Experienced martial artists knew that to defeat a spirit cultivator, one had to engage in close combat.

Spirit cultivators lacked strength at the same cultivation level, and close combat could easily interrupt their spellcasting.

In short, the weakness of spirit cultivators was their insufficient close combat ability.

Many spirit cultivators would practice sword techniques, saber techniques, and the like to make up for this deficiency.

Jiang Ping'an quickly cast a spell, using the Earth Wall Technique.

The soil under Yang Hu's feet suddenly rose, and if he wasn't careful, he might trip.

Don't be fooled by Yang Hu's rough appearance; he had a keen mind. He used his legs to leap high, dodging the earth wall and slashing towards Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an quickly cast a Fireball Spell, a fireball the size of a human head, releasing terrifying flames that struck the airborne Yang Hu.

It was very difficult to dodge attacks in the air.

That was his goal.

Yang Hu roared and swung his sword fiercely.

The powerful blade directly split the fireball.

Seeing the opponent charging, Jiang Ping'an leaped high, jumping onto the roof, and continued to attack with the Fireball Spell.

Yang Hu quickly landed on the ground, used his legs to propel himself, and rushed towards Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an used the Swift Wind Step, moving quickly on the roof.

This time, he used the Swift Wind Step, with energy circulating in his legs, increasing his speed. At its highest level, one could walk on grass.

He had obtained four spell techniques from the bearded cultivator and was now learning them all.

Yang Hu swung his sword in pursuit, but Jiang Ping'an didn't attack head-on. He just jumped around on the roof, occasionally casting the Fireball Spell, as if flying a kite.

"Kid! Why are you running? Are you a man or not?"

Yang Hu wasn't very agile and could only jump using his strength. On the roof, he might accidentally sink his feet, making it hard to catch up.

"I'm not a man, I'm still a child."

Faced with the provocation, Jiang Ping'an didn't fall for it. He continued to jump around, avoiding close combat and occasionally casting the Fireball Spell to attack.

"General! This kid is cheating!" Yang Hu complained to Meng Kuo, unable to hit the opponent at all.

Meng Kuo said indifferently, "There has never been a fair fight in the world."

Seeing that the general had no intention of stopping, Yang Hu gritted his teeth and continued the pursuit.

The two chased each other on the roof for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and the people below were yawning.

Yang Hu was on the verge of collapse. No matter how he chased, he couldn't catch up to Jiang Ping'an, and the fireballs kept sliding past him, almost burning off his beard.

"Ah~"

Yang Hu roared, his voice piercing the clouds, and his body fell heavily from the roof.

"I'm not fighting anymore! It's no fun! I don't want the position of squad leader anymore!"

His short temper couldn't bear this torment, always being hit without even touching the opponent's clothes.

"You have a bad temper, and this mindset is unsuitable for being a squad leader."

Jiang Ping'an stood on the roof and said indifferently.

The crowd: "..."

If someone else had said this, they would have thought it was true.

The problem was that the speaker was a fourteen-year-old boy, and it felt strange to hear him say it.

"This kid is really arrogant!"

Yang Hu was so angry that his teeth ached. He said to a handsome young man beside him:

"Brother Ye, help me teach this kid a lesson! Don't let him become the squad leader!"

Ye Lin slowly drew his sword, stepped into the courtyard in black boots, and smiled at Jiang Ping'an.

"Your luck is bad. If it were another body cultivator, they wouldn't catch up to your speed, but I specialize in speed."

"My attacks and movements are precisely what counter your intentional long-range harassment."

As he spoke, his body suddenly flashed to the roof, moving extremely fast.

Li Yuntian took a sip of wine and sighed, "Little Ye has grown up."

"Yes, he's twenty-one now, and he can shoulder the responsibility. When we found him, he was only eight years old," Meng Kuo recalled.

Li Yuntian put down the wine gourd and watched intently.

"Little Ye has always pursued speed. At the same cultivation level, no one can catch up to him. He emphasizes one-hit kills. If Jiang Ping'an is careless, he might lose."

Meng Kuo said indifferently, "If he loses, let Jiang Ping'an be the squad leader. Ye Lin is actually quite suitable to be the squad leader."

Meng Kuo liked Ye Lin very much. He was young, strong, and likely to become a pillar of Lianshan County in the future.

Without Jiang Ping'an, he would have arranged for Ye Lin to be the squad leader, with no doubt about his strength.

Jiang Ping'an was also shocked by the other's speed, which was no slower than his own Swift Wind Step.

Ye Lin stood at the corner of the roof, holding his sword in his right hand, his black hair gently swaying, and his black eyes fixed on Jiang Ping'an.

"I won't let a fourteen-year-old child be the squad leader of the army. That would be a joke with the soldiers' lives, so I won't hold back."

Jiang Ping'an moved his mind, communicating with his storage bag through his divine sense, and a rune-covered saber appeared in his hand.

"I want better resources, I want to become stronger. I must have this position."

This man was very strong, and he couldn't use spirit cultivation.

If Yang Hu knew that Jiang Ping'an had been playing all along, he wouldn't know what to think.

"Oh? Switching to a saber? But it's useless. Once the match starts, you won't even see my attacks, and the outcome will be decided."

"Begin." Meng Kuo said softly.

Ye Lin and Jiang Ping'an moved simultaneously.

"Clang~"

A spark flashed, and a sword flew high, embedding itself in a rock in the courtyard.

Jiang Ping'an's saber was at Ye Lin's throat.

Meng Kuo, Li Yuntian, and the other strong individuals' pupils contracted.

Yang Hu, who was about to cheer for Ye Lin, was stunned, "What's going on? What happened?"

He was about to cheer when a flash of fire appeared, and he saw Jiang Ping'an's saber at Ye Lin's throat.

Did Ye Lin lose?

What exactly happened?

The strong individuals present were filled with shock, their voices trembling.

"This kid actually combined the Vibration Blade Technique with the Illusion Blade! How did he do it?"

"He learned the second level of the Vibration Blade Technique in a month? It took me several months to barely master the first level!"

"This young body cultivator's level is so high!"

The pride on Ye Lin's face disappeared, replaced by shock and disappointment.

The moment the fight began, they both moved simultaneously.

He saw Jiang Ping'an use the Illusion Blade, but at this speed level, he easily saw through it and attacked the real blade.

Little did he know that the opponent had a follow-up move, hiding the Vibration Blade after the Illusion Blade!

When the two collided, his sword was knocked away.

The Vibration Blade Technique was a famous saber technique in Lianshan County, divided into three levels.

The first level numbs the opponent's arm, the second level knocks the opponent's weapon away, and the third level breaks the opponent's arm.

The young man in front of him had mastered the second level of the Vibration Blade Technique!

The most terrifying thing was that he could combine it with the Illusion Blade!

Ye Lin could still feel the numbness in his arm.

He lost, and he was defeated instantly. If it were on the battlefield, he would already be a corpse.

He had personally witnessed what a genius was, and his arrogance was completely gone.

This person, like the young lady, was a genius not confined to the county level.