Chapter 86: Full Stealth Form

Blood bloomed, the waist was divided into two, and the internal organs rolled out with a clatter.

"Ah!"

The bloody scene made many female students scream, closing their eyes, and the male students were also trying their best not to tremble. Even many Qi-Refining cultivators were no exception, their faces pale.

Although they practiced a lot on weekdays, it was all stopping at the point of contact. How could there be such a direct bloody scene.

In contrast, No. 7 Middle School was much better. Many people had cold expressions, and their eyes toward Li Junhao were full of contempt, not even daring to fight back. This was the first time they had seen such a useless martial artist.

"How did No. 1 Middle School become the first in Rongcheng?"

Someone around Jiang Jinxian asked in confusion: "Such students would be persuaded to drop out within a few months at our school, falling to garbage schools like No. 9 or No. 10 Middle School."

"Rumors are often exaggerated. No. 1 Middle School has already declined. It's time for our No. 7 Middle School to become the first in Rongcheng..."

Someone said excitedly, seeing hope.

If the school ranking improves, the Ministry of Education's funding will also increase accordingly, and everyone will be able to get benefits.

"Can't say that, No. 1 Middle School's cultural grades are still okay."

In the invigilation room, Zhang Dingjun frowned: "Have you taken students to the mortal world outside the realm for training, and have they seen bloodshed?"

The reaction of No. 1 Middle School students was within expectations.

It's the first time, everyone is like this.

Once they see more, they will naturally adapt slowly. This is also the significance of constant exams and training.

"Yes, in the name of winter vacation travel, the opponents are all human scum."

Jin Dazheng, the general instructor of martial arts at No. 7 Middle School, said concisely.

He is a sturdy Innate Perfection martial artist. He shouldn't be a Young Eagle Innate, otherwise he would have become a cultivator long ago. In terms of strength, he should be able to pose some threat to late Qi-Refining cultivators in a close-range surprise attack.

However, in terms of martial arts attainments, no one present could compare to him.

"Nonsense!"

Zhang Dingjun scolded unceremoniously: "The age of sixteen or seventeen is the period when their worldview is formed. We must give students warmth and care in society as much as possible and cultivate their sense of belonging and honor to the Immortal Sect."

"Doing this will cause many students to become extreme and dark, and they may become a hidden danger to the Immortal Sect's public security in the future!"

"For the sake of a little practical combat score, do you still have a conscience?"

"I will report you to the Ministry of Education after the exam!" 【

"Suit yourself."

Jin Dazheng couldn't be bothered to argue.

"Instructor Zhang, please calm your anger for now."

A teacher from the Seventh Middle School said faintly, "In the Seventh Middle School, most students have no spiritual roots for cultivation. If they want to ascend to immortality, they cannot afford to be as leisurely as you; they can only struggle."

"Heh."

Zhang Dingjun did not agree with his words and was already drafting the content of a whistleblower letter.

Li Junhao was teleported out, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes hollow.

Jiang Ding patted his back and offered a few words of comfort.

This is the fate of Immortal Sect citizens: while they enjoy a life of relative luxury and a stable environment compared to the surrounding minor worlds, they must also shoulder the heavy responsibility of fighting and defending the Immortal Sect.

This is both a right and an obligation!

"Zhou Chong!"

Zhou Chong, whose long-handled axe was stained with blood, returned to the outside and mocked loudly, "You First Middle School scum, I alone can take on a whole group of you!"

"Bullshit!"

Caught in the fear and terror of facing blood-drenched reality, the First Middle School students were immediately activated and glared at Zhou Chong.

Several female students at the Qi Condensation stage were trembling with fear, yet unknown to anyone, a ball of orange flame had appeared in their hands and was growing larger.

Zhou Chong was startled and hid behind the pile of Qi Condensation cultivators from the Seventh Middle School.

"Candidate with student ID, Sun Xiao..."

"Please..."

One by one, student IDs were called out, and images unfolded in the sky. Terrain such as jungles, bamboo forests, deserts, snowfields, and lakes appeared in sequence; a total of ten combat terrains were conducted simultaneously.

Real combat doesn't involve three hundred rounds of fighting. The human body is fragile, and internal qi shields are as thin as paper against the Law-Breaking Steel infused with internal power. Even if one's internal power cultivation is on par, a single moment of carelessness can lead to blood splattering on the spot.

The outcome was quickly decided, and cold weapon scores appeared one by one, rising or falling.

"Sun Xiao, victory!"

Sun Xiao walked out with a solemn expression. He had exhausted all his skills to defeat a Seventh Middle School Internal Qi Minor Heavenly Cycle martial artist whose internal power was slightly inferior to his own; the gap in practical combat experience was indeed significant.

This also had to do with the school culture of the First Middle School.

They value realms and cultural courses; spending a certain amount of time on cold weapons is enough. Any more is a waste, and it's better to invest in other areas for better cost-effectiveness.

Sun Xiao looked back at the rankings. The top ten were almost all from the Seventh Middle School. Only he himself was barely in ninth place, but as soon as he encountered someone with Great Accomplishment Internal Qi, he would inevitably fall.

In the Seventh Middle School, there were over a dozen martial artists with Great Accomplishment Internal Qi; the top ten weren't even enough to go around.

"Can it be that our First Middle School won't have a single person in the top fifteen of the Internal Qi cold weapon assessment?"

Sun Xiao gave a bitter smile; this was too embarrassing.

The surrounding students who had gone in for a round of combat also showed shame, some not daring to face anyone. They were even worse than Sun Xiao; they hadn't won a single battle at the same realm.

"Jiang Ding, can you do it? Get into the top ten at least, otherwise, we'll have no face to see anyone."

Sun Xiao and the others all looked at Jiang Ding. This guy had always been number one in cold weapons at the Internal Qi realm, and it hadn't changed since the first year of high school.

"I'll try my best."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"It's okay,"

Hua Bing also comforted them: "Even if Jiang Ding loses, I might not be able to beat Li Tie, but Gongsun Ling, Ding Qi, and Wu Tianli can beat the rest of their Qi Condensation cultivators until they cry."

"Pfft!"

The surrounding female students laughed out loud, and their complexions looked much better.

"Candidate Jiang Ding, please enter the examination hall."

"Candidate Wu Jinqian, please enter the examination hall."

Jiang Ding clicked confirm.

Before his eyes, the world changed, and time spun.

Before him, it had somehow turned into a lush bamboo forest. Water droplets fell along the leaves, the tip of his nose caught the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, and looking into the distance, a round, red sun was rising above the horizon.

He reached out and plucked a bamboo leaf; the touch was slightly sharp, with the dampness of water droplets.

"... The great power of creation..."

Jiang Ding exclaimed. Everything was so real. If he hadn't been told beforehand, he would definitely have treated this as a real world, just like the cultivators of the Li Yun Sect.

"You are Jiang Ding?"

More than ten meters away, an average-looking teenager revealed his figure and laughed: "I heard your aptitude was extremely poor, and you begged pitifully to snatch Jiang Jinxian's Green Flower Foundation-Nourishing Spirit Pill to improve your aptitude. How come you're only at the Internal Qi Minor Heavenly Cycle now?"

"In your First Middle School, that counts as pretty good. Unfortunately, you met me."

Jiang Ding's expression turned slightly cold.

Yet, he did not rush forward because of the provocation. Instead, his figure retreated, and with a few flashes, he disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The bamboo forest was empty, with only one person left.

Wu Jinqian was stunned.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't imagine that as soon as he entered the examination hall and said one sentence, his opponent would be gone.

"Do you want to use the optical camouflage of your uniform to delay time?"

Wu Jinqian quickly reacted and sneered: "I have to say, it's a whimsical idea, but it's too fantastical. Who told you that camouflage uniforms can deceive Immortal Sect martial artists..."

It was reconnaissance camouflage, not ordinary camouflage; it was a high-grade magic treasure.

Just as no one says it's unfair when Qi Condensation cultivators use flying sword magic treasures to crush Internal Qi martial artists, reconnaissance infantry training is difficult—that is the reason.

"Get out here!"

Wu Jinqian shouted, brandishing his long spear in a sweeping motion. The bamboo stalks shattered, and countless sharp fragments mixed with internal qi splashed in all directions.

Many bamboo stalks the size of bowls were pierced through, and small holes appeared all over the ground. Within a dozen meters, no human-shaped area could survive.

However, not a single figure could be seen, nor could any semi-transparent figure be found.

His brow finally furrowed.

He had to admit that while his opponent's strength was inferior to his own, he had indeed found the best way to respond.

If he couldn't find the opponent's tracks, once the thirty-minute maximum exam time passed, it would definitely be ruled a draw.

He couldn't afford to lose face by drawing with someone at the Internal Qi Minor Heavenly Cycle.

"Let's see where you can hide!"

A flash of ferocity appeared in Wu Jinqian's eyes. He raised his spear and smashed it horizontally. Piece after piece of shattered bamboo splashed in all directions. Before they could pierce anything, he stepped forward and smashed again, and more fragments flew out.

Again and again.

Like a mountain beast, he constantly destroyed the bamboo forest landscape. The dense bamboo forest collapsed, and soon, blank circles appeared.

Outside,

Sun Xiao and the others looked at the screen in the sky in surprise.

Wu Jinqian was like a human excavator, and the bamboo forest was constantly being destroyed.

Not far behind him, on a bamboo stump that had already been destroyed, Jiang Ding held his long sword, silently watching the opponent with his peripheral vision, jumping from time to time to avoid the bamboo fragments, without any concealment.

Yet Wu Jinqian seemed to have gone blind; he couldn't see anything, smashing away, not even looking behind him once.

"Jiang Ding... to what extent has he practiced his Minor Breath-Concealing Technique?" Hua Bing and the others realized: "At the very least, he has reached the level of an Immortal Sect reconnaissance infantryman."

The students of the Seventh Middle School also had solemn expressions.

Proctor's office.

"Your student has practiced the Minor Breath-Concealing Technique quite well."

Jin Dazheng, the chief instructor of the Seventh Middle School, was slightly surprised, but then said regretfully: "It's just that his realm is a bit low. Wu Jinqian isn't a fool; he won't keep wasting his internal power."

"Not necessarily."

Zhang Dingjun smiled.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Amidst the splashing bamboo fragments and green leaves, Wu Jinqian's internal power was more than half exhausted, and he finally stopped, saying angrily: "If you have the ability, keep hiding like a turtle!"

Whoosh!

A sword beam broke through the air, swift as lightning, and moreover, it was silent, not even disturbing the breeze.

"How bold!"

Wu Jinqian was overjoyed. He thrust his spear straight out, the spear light condensed and incomparable, and he had three types of follow-up chain moves prepared. As long as he touched the opponent even a little, he would make the opponent know what happens to a turtle that doesn't honestly retract its head!

The spear hit the target.

The sword beam dissipated like a phantom, receiving no force, and the spear's momentum couldn't help but sway slightly.

It was just a slight sway; an ordinary person would definitely not be able to see it.

"Not good!"

Wu Jinqian's expression changed. In his peripheral vision, he only saw a hazy, semi-transparent phantom. A brighter sword beam pierced in from the tiny opening in the spear's momentum, easily breaking through his internal power defense and deeply piercing his throat.

"Damn it..."

Wu Jinqian felt intense unwillingness in his heart; he was clearly the stronger one!

A sharp pain came, and wisps of sword qi had already followed his throat deep into his brain, stirring it into mush. The spear he was using to defend dropped powerlessly.