Chapter 157: The Second Session of the Law Assembly (Part 2)
Qiao Wan was shocked. Go back to Kunshan?
After Li Pan finished speaking, he handed the Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword to Qiao Wan and let her decide for herself.
Late at night, Qiao Wan looked at the black and golden sword hanging in the room and felt a headache.
Unexpectedly, she had to return to Kunshan after going round and round.
Returning to Kunshan was not a problem, the issue was how to obtain the Red Fire Golden Fetus from Zhou Yan .
Li Pan said, "I heard that Yuqing Spiritual Master divided the Red Fire Golden Fetus into two parts, one part was used to forge a sword for his disciple Mu Xiaoxiao ."
"What about the other part?" asked Qiao Wan .
"The other part is still with him, I haven't heard of any plans to use it yet," Li Pan replied.
Qiao Wan held the sword tightly, silently contemplating.
Sensing her inner turmoil, Li Pan said, "This decision is up to you, whether to go back or not."
"Have you not forgotten about Zhou Yan ?" Li Pan asked calmly, "If you still haven't forgotten about Zhou Yan , it's better to go back to Kunshan and resolve it early, so as to not have any inner demons affecting your future progress."
Qiao Wan held the sword tightly and nodded solemnly, "Thank you for your guidance, I understand now."
There was still some time before the debate ended, so she had time to think. Before that, she decided to focus on the next competition.
Early the next morning, Qiao Wan arrived at the arena below Lotus Seat Peak. Yu Xingzhi and Zhirong would be competing. Wang Ruyi was also there to watch.
When the young man took the stage, everyone was shocked by his disfigured face.
Was this Yu Xingzhi from Sun Tao College? The Yu Xingzhi who used to be handsome and delicate?
Feeling the shocked, incredulous, complicated, and sympathetic gazes from everyone, Yu Xingzhi's eyes turned cold. He clenched his teeth and remained silent. His face turned pale and then flushed.
The surrounding discussions were continuous and could be heard faintly.
Even though he had prepared himself, knowing that he would face curious gazes and discussions, Yu Xingzhi couldn't help but feel disappointed when he actually stood in front of everyone.
He couldn't do it.
The looks and comments from the audience felt like sharp knives, cutting him open and displaying his flaws on stage. It was worse than contempt, it was pity.
Yu Xingzhi couldn't help but glance towards where Ma Huaizhen was.
For every match, as a referee, both Ma Huaizhen and the representative from the Xiao family had to be present. The man lazily sat in his wheelchair, looking down at the various arenas below. His gaze was deep and calm, as if nothing could faze him. Even though he was only considered "half a person" due to his missing limbs and half a face, he still managed to outshine the elder practitioners from the other sects.
How did this man manage to come out and climb his way to becoming the head of Kunshan Wenshi Hall, even after losing his arms, legs, and half of his face?
Their gaze turned towards the audience below the arena, where Qiao Wan and Wang Ruyi sat side by side.
And also Lu Cixian.
Yu Xingzhi pursed his lips, briefly meeting eyes with the young man for two seconds.
How did Lu Cixian manage to do it? How did he manage to go into every battle without considering the consequences, risking his life?
Calming his mind, Yu Xingzhi shifted his gaze back to the stage.
Since Ma Huaizhen and Lu Cixian could do it, then Yu Xingzhi could definitely do it too. Even if he was missing an arm or leg, he was still the talented Yu of the Yu family.
Unlike Yu Xingzhi , Zhirong was tall and strong, skilled in using a five-foot Zen staff, with muscles all over his body.
"Taoist friend Yu." They both took a step back, Zhirong nodded slightly, and with a turn of his staff, he aimed straight at the young man's remaining half eye.
"I show respect, honorable monk!"
The battle began in an instant!
Qiao Wan watched intently.
To be honest, she didn't think Yu Xingzhi would win. These few days were not enough for him to adapt to the challenges of fighting without an arm or leg.
Yu Xingzhi simply couldn't adapt. As soon as the fight began, he was kicked and sent flying, landing with a loud crash in the audience below. The crowd immediately gasped in shock.
Lu Dechang, also a man, sitting in the audience, had a slight change in his expression. He had warned Yu Xingzhi not to go up, but this stubborn child wouldn't listen! Yu Xingzhi was like his own child, aside from Ye Xiyuan, and their bond was stronger than that of a father and son. It was clear that he would be unwilling to accept this defeat, so the path forward was uncertain.
Before this, Yu Xingzhi always handled Zhirong with ease. But now, on the stage, it wasn't just a matter of overpowering him. Zhirong was completely dominating Yu Xingzhi!
He was missing almost half of his body, standing on the stage. The young man struggled to maintain his balance. Again and again, he was struck down from the platform by a Zen staff. In no time, his body turned red, and his white clothes were stained red with blood. The empty pant legs and sleeves flapped loudly in the mountain wind.
He climbed up again and again, only to be knocked down once more. Once hailed as a prodigy of Sun Tao College, he was now pinned to the ground and beaten by a low-ranking monk from Fanxin Temple, unable to straighten his back.
Zhirong fought in a similar way to Qiao Wan, using close-range violence as their main strategy.
In the arena, it was all about skills. Yu Xingzhi refused to admit defeat, but the monk showed no mercy. Seizing the opportunity, he lifted Yu Xingzhi's collar with his left hand and delivered powerful punches with his right hand, as if handling a small chick.
The continuous barrage of punches landed on Yu Xingzhi's face, causing blood to splatter everywhere. His once handsome face was completely disfigured, with only half of it remaining.
But Zhirong, men obviously left a chance for the young man under his command: "Taoist friend Yu, give up, you cannot defeat me, the monk."
Yu Xingzhi, men spit out a mouthful of blood and unexpectedly revealed a smile. With this smile, his teeth were stained red with blood, and his words carried a hint of recklessness: "Nonsense!"
Using all his strength, he pushed forward and managed to flip out of Zhirong's grasp. Yu Xingzhi, men stood up unsteadily and said, "How can I know if I can't beat you if I don't try?"
"What are you?!" The young man sneered. "Daring to show off in front of me?!"
If he had said this earlier...
But saying it now, it was just foolish!
As the martial monk had a hot temper, Zhirong's face immediately turned grim.
Originally, it would already be a bit embarrassing for him to fight against someone with physical impairments. He didn't expect Yu Xingzhi, men to be so ignorant. Immediately, he swung his staff even more fiercely, sweeping it towards the young man's lower body!
The young man who was talking big was knocked away by a Zen staff.
Everyone around gasped in surprise!
That Zen staff was really powerful. When it landed on the ground, Yu Xingzhi spit out blood, tried to climb back up, but his arms were shaking when he held onto the edge of the platform.
Yu Xingzhi trembled all over, took a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot. He climbed up the platform with all his strength.
He refused to accept it.
He wanted to climb back up, how could he lose to Zhirong who was all muscles and no brain?
He... he was the Elder Martial Brother of Sun Tao College.
Under everyone's gaze, the young man struggled with one arm and a broken leg, slowly crawling back onto the platform.
As soon as he climbed onto the platform, another whooshing sound came at him. Under the attack of the Zen staff, Yu Xingzhi was beaten so badly that he vomited blood and had almost no strength to fight back.
"Taoist friend Yu," Zhirong said in a deep voice, "I have already told you that you can't beat me. Why bother forcing yourself here?"
He was Elder Martial Brother at Sun Tao College. Yu Xingzhi, with a swollen face and a blurry vision in his good eye, tried to make sense of how he could possibly be unable to defeat Zhirong.
The suppressed fear in the ghost market finally erupted.
Watching Zhirong approach with a Zen staff in hand, Yu Xingzhi's teeth chattered and his heart filled with overwhelming fear.
He couldn't believe he was actually afraid of someone like Zhirong. He had truly become a worthless person. He had thought he could withstand anything, just like Ma Huaizhen, but if he couldn't even defeat Ye Xiyuan, how could he compare to Ma Huaizhen?
He had become a trembling mess, terrified of the impending attack.
Once a fellow senior at Sun Tao College, second only to Ye Xiyuan, Yu Xingzhi laid on the ground with bloodshot eyes, almost shedding tears of frustration.
Wang Ruyi nervously clasped her wedding dress tightly. "Why is Yu Xingzhi trying so hard? Isn't he just a fool who moved himself with his own melodrama?"
After thinking for a while, she couldn't help but tug at Qiao Wan's sleeve.
Qiao Wan followed Wang Ruyi's gaze.
After being knocked off the stage, Yu Xingzhi was still struggling to climb back up.
Seeing this crazy person sticking to him like a leech, Zhirong's face darkened. He shook his cane and aimed at Yu Xingzhi's remaining arm, planning to end the fight quickly.
Before the cane could fall, a bright sword light suddenly flew out from the audience seats!
With a clang, it firmly blocked the descending cane.
Yu Xingzhi struggled to open his swollen eyelids.
Qiao Wan nodded slightly at Zhirong, she sheathed her sword, turned around, and crouched down.
Is this... Lu Cixian?
"Lu Cixian?" Yu Xingzhi raised his eyes and sneered, "It's you?"
Qiao Wan spoke in a low voice, "Enough, you can't win against Zhirong."
"Why do you say that enough?!"
"Why do you say that I don't have the ability to fight back? How could I possibly be unable to defeat Zhirong..."
Before the words were finished, the young man suddenly extended his hand.
Slap! Slap!
He struck with both hands!
This slap not only stunned Yu Xingzhi, but also stunned the entire audience.
Yu Xingzhi covered his face, eyes wide with disbelief, and had a drop of blood that seemed to be falling from the corner of his mouth. His gaze seemed to say, "How dare you hit me?!!"
After a brief silence.
The youth's face twisted, his eyes filled with anger: "Lu Cixian! Are you crazy? You're looking for death! You're still a human being when you attack a disabled person?!"
"Are you awake?"
Qiao Wan squatted in front of Yu Xingzhi, raising her hand calmly.
"If you're not awake yet, I still have more."
