Chapter 1153: Ancient Academy Records, Lots of Fun 40

How could Feng Zian possibly endure this? If this continues, before the final battle competition even arrives, the warriors of the North Wind Kingdom will be wiped out!

Your Majesty!

He rose, took several large strides, and ran onto the platform where the monarch sat, dissatisfied and vicious, "Your Majesty, are you just going to watch them kill people? It's only a match—isn't outright killing too cruel?"

The monarch of Yun Cang Kingdom was almost about to scold him on the spot, "This won't do, that won't do—if you were strong yourself, wouldn't you let them go?"

But Feng Zian, after all, is the North Wind Kingdom's most favored prince; if this were to cause hostility between the two kingdoms, it would be unnecessary. He turned to Jin Chen on the other side and asked.

"In the next match, we must not kill—just knock them off the platform. What do you think?"

Jin Chen glanced at the flustered Feng Zian with slight contempt, "Fine, since the North Wind Crown Prince is earnestly pleading, I can only agree."

Damn it, his earnest pleading alone almost made Feng Zian spit blood on the spot.

Today's final pair is Ting Yang and Feng Wu.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Ting Yang saw the man smiling sinisterly and craftily, his gaze uncomfortable, like a venomous snake, with a sticky, gloomy feel.

Feng Wu bowed with clasped fists, but his head didn't move; his triangular eyes remained fixed on Ting Yang.

Below the stage, Ye Susu recognized who this person was and silently thought, "Not good."

"This Feng Wu is from the Yin Snake Sect; their martial art is known for being yin, soft, and deceitful—perfectly countering Ting Yang's zombie skill."

Upon hearing this, the companions all sat up straight, each showing a hint of worry.

As the fight began, Ting Yang vaguely noticed the issue: when his zombie skin appeared, Feng Wu showed no surprise at all, instead wearing an even more calculating smile, and his attacks grew softer.

This made each of Ting Yang's strikes feel like punching cotton.

Even a faint hissing, like a snake's tongue, could be heard in his ears.

Noticing Ting Yang's defenses slowing, Feng Wu sped up, his two arms like agile snakes, each strike aiming straight at his chest and abdomen.

Pfft—

Ting Yang couldn't dodge in time; he was stabbed, flew backward, and slammed heavily onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The audience below immediately gasped—this was the first person from the Tianxuan Kingdom to suffer such a severe injury.

Ting Yang! Be careful!

Hearing the shouts of Lan Wuyang and Wan Zhou, Ting Yang rallied and attacked again, his arms swinging like fierce steel rods as he charged at Feng Wu; their figures instantly tangled, exchanging over a dozen moves in just a few seconds.

The Snake Shadow Hand, swift and supple, struck Ting Yang's chest again with fierce force, twisting at a tricky angle to spin him completely and slam him face‑first onto the ground, the platform ringing with a bang.

"Heh heh." Feng Wu looked down at him leisurely, tone mocking, "Your zombie skill is nothing special."

No sooner had the words fallen than he, taking advantage of Ting Yang's utter helplessness, lifted his foot and pressed down on his neck, grinding his weight.

"It's a shame I can't kill you, but no matter…" hearing Ting Yang's low growl from his throat, Feng Wu laughed even more brightly, whispering as a threat, "Anyway, the Crown Prince never intended to let you leave alive."

Struck twice in the chest, Ting Yang's consciousness grew hazy, yet he could still hear his companions shouting from below, urging him to survive, to stay alive, and reminding him that Jin Ge was there.

Such a scene inevitably brought Ting Yang back to what happened three years ago.

Three years ago, he lay among the corpses like a worthless piece of trash, while only Jin Ge was still slaughtering enemies.

Could it be that, after three years, he still has to hide behind Jin Ge as a useless waste?

Ahhhhh!

Ting Yang burst into a furious roar, his muscles tensing and engorged with blood—perhaps hatred fueled him—his vanished strength surged back as he pushed off the ground and kicked the astonished Feng Wu flying.

He launched another fierce assault, not blindly flailing but using acupressure to borrow force, then unleashing the torrential offensive of the magic treasure Jin Chen had given him.

Feng Wu was repeatedly struck at his pressure points, his body going numb and limp, his heart shocked; glancing sideways he saw Feng Zian's grim, water‑dark face and realized that even if he couldn't win, he must not lose this point, otherwise the Crown Prince would surely punish him severely.

Having figured it out, Feng Wu retreated to the edge of the platform, then suddenly jerked Ting Yang's collar and flipped over.

"Damn!" Ting Yang exclaimed, having been dragged down and fallen from the platform; both rolled off together, resulting in a draw.

You're crazy!

Ting Yang shouted curses, still wanting to rush forward, but both had blood at the corners of their mouths and were covered in dust, a sorry sight.

The guards stationed beneath the platform immediately separated them, sending each back to the resting area.

Lan Wuyang and Wan Zhou quickly caught the unsteady Ting Yang; Si Ning had already prepared a pile of medicines, and Ting Yang, weak and angry, slumped helplessly into a wooden chair.

Damn it, I'll definitely kill him in the battle competition!

Lan Wuyang patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Don't worry, brother—we're sure to win; today we've already scored four points, while the North Wind Kingdom hasn't gotten a single one!"

When the match ended, the monarch of Yun Cang Kingdom casually said a few words, then let everyone go rest and prepare well for tomorrow's second bout.

Sure enough, when they ran into North Wind Kingdom's people on the road, everyone's spirits were low, lacking the pride and smugness they'd had before, like defeated roosters.

Feng Zian's steps halted; he stared gloomily at the crowd, especially at Jin Chen.

Nonetheless, the Tianxuan Squad looked straight ahead; Jin Chen embraced Xie Yuancheng and walked off without giving Feng Zian so much as a glance.

Feng Zian could only fume helplessly behind them, then kicked a member of his own squad to vent his anger.

Night deepened.

The Tianxuan Squad gathered in Jin Chen's room to discuss tomorrow's tactics.

Xie Yuancheng had been tense all day, soon grew tired, and lay slumped in Jin Chen's arms, listening to their voices as he drifted toward sleep.

"Tomorrow, all three death warriors will take the stage; we still don't know their exact strength, so we must conserve our energy for the day after tomorrow's battle."

Hearing Jin Chen's words, Xie Beiyao asked doubtfully, "What should we do then? Are we not supposed to participate in tomorrow's match?"

Jin Chen spoke while lightly stroking the back of the person in his arms, his tone relaxed, "We just need to hold onto two points tomorrow; no matter which of the three death warriors we face, after probing we'll jump off the platform and deny them any opening."

Si Ning flung out her poison, saying, "I'll poison them to death."

Her tone was cold and eerie, sending chills through anyone who heard it.

Jin Chen looked up at her, "The North Wind Kingdom's death warriors have all undergone intense poison training; your poison may work, but it will inevitably consume a great deal and be seen through."

Si Ning thought calmly for a moment, nodded, and took her poison back.

After the discussion, the others left the room and went back early to rest and recuperate.