Chapter 642: Vomiting blood until several bowls were filled

"Admit defeat? Old man Qi, what face do you have to tell me to admit defeat?"

Chen Guanlou's face was half-hidden in the shade of the trees, flickering between light and dark.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Spouting so much nonsense, Old man Qi, could it be that you are afraid? I understand; you are, after all, a senior of Jixia Academy. If you lose to a young man like me, how shameful that would be! You wouldn't be able to hold your head up in front of the students in the future. However, a spar values fairness and justice. We have fought until now; although I cannot do anything to you, you have also been unable to do anything to me. Between us, it counts as a draw at most."

Chen Guanlou was righteous and confident; the words he spoke were truly infuriating!

"Yellow-mouthed child, what qualifications do you have to speak of a draw! One palm from this old man caused your internal organs to be injured, vomiting blood without stop. You have been vomiting blood all the way; you must be feeling very uncomfortable now. If you want to save your life, admit defeat quickly."

"I admit I am vomiting blood, but didn't you vomit blood too? Senior Wei, Old man Qi is relying on his age to bully others; I am ashamed to speak with him. Both he and I are vomiting blood; does that not count as a draw? There is no reason that because I am vomiting blood, I should be told to admit defeat, while he is vomiting blood and is told he won!"

"Boy, stop being arrogant. If you want to fight, then fight; this old man will make you lose until you are convinced!" Master Qi barked and yelled, his anger attacking his heart to the point that his Qi was disordered and his internal organs were churning. Desperately suppressing it, he barely managed to quell that anger and force his body's Qi to flow smoothly.

Wei Wubing looked left and right, his expression indifferent; he was clearly a eunuch without emotions.

"Do you two truly wish to continue fighting?"

"That goes without saying!" Chen Guanlou shouted louder than anyone. During this time, he had recuperated; with the Longevity Dao Fruit, the injuries on his body were seven or eight parts healed. The lost Qi and blood had all been replenished. He didn't need eighteen years; he only needed eighteen minutes, and he would be a good man again.

Wei Wubing looked toward Master Qi. "Little Qi, what do you think?"

Master Qi was stunned for a moment. No one had called him 'Little Qi' for decades; having it suddenly happen, he was truly unaccustomed to it.

Master Qi gritted his teeth. "Fine, let's continue fighting. Today, I must beat the thief surnamed Chen into submission." His face was important, but the face of Jixia Academy was even more important.

Wei Wubing nodded. "Then fight. Do not fight toward the south; fight toward the direction of Jixia Academy. With so many people watching the battle, we cannot leave them all hanging."

Worthy of being the loyal Eunuch Wei; even now, he was thinking of His Majesty, not wanting His Majesty to sit there idly.

"Then let's fight!"

As soon as Chen Guanlou's voice fell, flying flowers and leaves covered the sky and earth.

Wei Wubing remained motionless in mid-air. All killing moves were nothingness before him.

"Petty tricks, and you dare to show off before an expert!" Master Qi responded with ease.

Chen Guanlou laughed out loud and fled!

This time, he was indeed fleeing north, toward the direction of Jixia Academy.

One must certainly give face to a Grandmaster; not only must one give it, one must give it generously.

Eunuch Wei was a gold-inlaid thigh; if one didn't hug it now, when would one?

"Boy, fleeing again! Besides running away, do you know how to do anything else?"

"Old man Qi, this young master's other skills are mediocre, but my skill in fleeing for my life is the best in the world. Even if you practice for another fifty years, you won't be able to catch up to me."

He laughed wantonly, his laughter spreading through the jungle, startling countless birds and beasts.

His laughter even vaguely reached Jixia Academy, and the crowd looked up one after another.

"Are they coming? Are they coming? Have they fought their way back?"

"Who won? Who won?"

Two wild winds, carrying sand, stones, and trees, approached rapidly.

This time, Chen Guanlou fought even more fiercely and violently. With a peak Ninth Rank martial artist helping him practice moves, he progressed rapidly, as if he had boarded a rocket, changing from the difficult mode at the beginning to becoming comfortable and at ease.

Meanwhile, Wei Wubing followed not too far and not too near, watching coldly and evaluating.

With Wei Wubing present, the tens of thousands of people watching felt as if they had taken a sedative, and one by one, they forgot that terrifying side.

Clouds surged again, gathering!

The clear sky instantly became dark and unclear.

Apart from flying sand and moving stones, nothing could be seen; everything was like nothingness!

Master Qi's anger and shame, Chen Guanlou's loud laughter—even separated by wind, clouds, and heaven and earth, they were clearly transmitted into everyone's ears.

In the blink of an eye, another hundred moves passed.

"Old man Qi, are you convinced? Is it a draw?"

Everyone heard Chen Guanlou's voice clearly.

"Do you still want to fight? If you want to fight, then continue!"

"Boy, what kind of onion do you think you are, daring to speak of a draw."

"Two hundred moves; you and I have already traded two hundred moves. You cannot do anything to me, so why shouldn't it count as a draw? Senior Wei, you come and judge; do Old man Qi and I count as a draw?"

So, did it count or not?

The tens of thousands of people present held their breath, because they had all invested money, betting on Master Qi to win. No one had bet on Chen Guanlou to win, and those who bet on a draw were also few and far between.

Wei Wubing took a step, and the distance of heaven and earth seemed to become an inch. "Young brother Chen has fought Master Qi for two hundred moves without being defeated; it naturally counts as a draw. Little Qi, are you unconvinced? The pampered life of these years has turned you into someone who is aloof and thinks too highly of themselves. There is a heaven beyond heaven, and people beyond people; you couldn't do anything to young brother Chen in two hundred moves. If you continue fighting, the one who will be shamed is you."

In fact, it was already very shameful now.

However, if he retreated now, he could at least save face and not be so embarrassed.

Yet, in Master Qi's heart, he was so embarrassed he wished he could kill himself. His complexion changed repeatedly, as if he would explode and die in the next second.

"Do not get angry!" Wei Wubing shouted, suddenly waking Master Qi, who was on the verge of Qi deviation, saving his life.

"With this temperament of yours, no wonder you have stepped into the peak realm for many years but have been unable to step into the Grandmaster realm. After today, go back and seclude yourself for cultivation; do not come out until you have stepped into the Grandmaster realm."

Master Qi took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood in his heart, and bowed slightly, finally showing a bit of the respect a junior should have. "Yes! I will strictly follow Senior's instructions! This spar is a draw; this old man admits it, and is convinced!"

"As long as you are convinced!" Wei Wubing nodded slightly, appearing satisfied.

Master Qi looked deeply at Chen Guanlou, as if he wanted to engrave the other's appearance into his mind; he would definitely seek revenge in the future. Then, he turned and left, not leaving a single word, nor giving any explanation to the people of Jixia Academy, intending to go into seclusion to cultivate and heal his body!

Chen Guanlou:...

He thanked Wei Wubing!

Then, he also left.

Similarly, he didn't leave a single word, didn't return to the Jixia Academy plaza, and didn't go to socialize.

It was as if it were just a common appointment to fight; he left as soon as he finished fighting.

The reason he left so urgently was because, in the eyes of others, he was already seriously injured and was one step away from death. He had vomited so many bowls of blood; if he could still walk around and socialize, what kind of cultivation would that be?

That wouldn't be normal!

At this time, one shouldn't create complications and let people see the oddity. Since it was a secret treasure, it had to be hidden well, hidden tightly.

He left straightforwardly, but many people saw him vomit a mouthful of fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and also saw him clutching his chest, looking like he didn't have long to live.

Ah!

Young brother Chen is injured!

Even though he withstood two hundred moves from a peak Ninth Rank martial artist, he was seriously injured, and who knew how many years it would take to recover. ===== CHAPTER 643 =====