Chapter 420: Then and Now
ferent. Even Wǔ Qūjí is ahead of some.What right do you have!But this will not be the time to be envious."I see that Wu Queji is looking very seriously at the old priest: 'I have answered all your que...As Jiang Wang walked down from the high place, he moved slowly.
Deng Qi was looking at him.
In the snowy country, Xie Ai lay on the ground, barely clinging to life.
Before her lay shards like ice, the fragments of her shattered sword.
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It can be seen that he has indeed put in a lot of effort.
Such a beautiful yet tragic woman, naturally eliciting pity. However, Deng Qi when facing an opponent was merciless, a true epitome of ruthless efficiency.
On the viewing stand, Helian Yunyun naturally watched with a smile.
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Huang Sheli, on the adjacent martial arts stage, was filled with resentment. He had warned Deng several times with his gaze. On stage, victory and defeat depend entirely on one's skills, and there is no need to show mercy. But after the outcome is decided, you should at least give a beautiful woman some face! Can't you help her up Is it wrong to give her a cloak
Of course, if Deng Qi truly did so. Huang Sheli would inevitably feel that this person was ill-intentioned and reckless.
In short, Huang girl is kind and can't bear to see beautiful people suffer.
The only pity is...
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Deng Qi never glanced her way, his entire focus remained on the Tianjiao battle between Qi Chu. Of course, he couldn't notice her threatening gaze.
He was so angry...
Then I had to watch the battle between Qi and Chu's celestial prodigies.
The gaze shifted from one disagreeable person to another.
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Of course, after watching this battle, it can be said that the misunderstanding was resolved unilaterally. The annoying guy from the state of Qi is not so annoying anymore.
The annoying people of the Mu country are still annoying. Every time he looks at the pitiful state of Xie Ai, the beauty from the Xue country, he finds the people from the Mu country even more unbearable.
Wearing such an ugly mask, people will definitely look even uglier!
It's hard to say whether Deng Qi felt the hostility of Jing Guo Huang Sheli, but he definitely didn't care.
He will compete for the top spot at the Yellow River Tournament today. Everyone on the Imperial court is his competitor.
Besides... ginger brother.
He both hopes that Jiang Wang can make it to the end and meet him in the final, but he also doesn't want to stand on the same stage as Jiang Wang.
The feelings in my heart are truly complex.
Out of the four battles in the octuplets' competition, the first to end was the battle between Deng Qi and Xie Ai.
Next come the yellow relics and Buddha's compassion.
Jiang Wang defeated Xiang Bei, but ranked third in the speed of ending the battle.
Of course, in terms of scale, the battle between the top talents from Qi and Chu was undoubtedly far superior to others.
With his ambition shining through, Jiang Wangfeng's demeanor did not escape Deng Qi's notice.
Xu Xiang's desperate cries echoed in his ears.
Under the heavy bronze mask, no one could see his expression.
For some reason, this battle between the top prodigies of the nations, which was supposed to be the most prestigious in the world, made him think back to a competition several years ago in that small town.
That was...the Three Cities Discourse.
He was just content to wait and see what happened, with no hope for anything. So he had ten or so big men outside shouting slogans for Brother Jiang San.
And they even erected two large flags!
Hua Jīnzi has someone specially write his characters!
This high-priced head single is simply incomparable in quality to that broken voice.
At that time, Jiang Third Brother was also vying for the top spot.
The weight of the two leaders is naturally worlds apart, and there is no space for comparison at all.
But strangely enough, the person standing on stage was still that same person.
The person being looked at is still the same person.
That's great, but it's also really sad.
The good thing is he’s still here, he’s still him.
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The sad thing is...
Back then, on that day, there were all kinds of interesting, troublesome, and even annoying people...vivid and colorful characters. Now, only these two remained standing on the martial arts platform.
Even Deng Shu, who had fled Fenglin City along with him, was gone.
At that time, it seemed like a dream.
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At that time, he was laughing at the stage, just treating it as a game. Even for Brother Jiang San at that time, that match also concerned his future and destiny...
It is now.
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He also stood on the stage, feeling the weight of being on the stage.
He knew how he had gotten to this martial arts platform, so he understood even more deeply how that steadfast and resolute elder brother Jiang San had arrived at this point today.
... It's too difficult...
Under the pseudonym Deng Qi, Zhao Rucheng couldn't help but think, "Does anyone know how hard it is for him"
Now he stared quietly at the figure in blue, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time.
There's no need to shed any more tears.
I want to laugh because...
Uncle Jiang is doing well now, he's very successful, he's not inferior to anyone.
More importantly, he found new prospects and made new friends. When he triumphed, people cheered for him; when he failed, they consoled him.
This is really good.
Zhao Ruchen remained silent, hiding all his thoughts beneath the cold bronze mask. As if sensing Jiang Wang's gaze upon him, he quickly averted his eyes and focused on the final battle taking place onstage.
Gaze has weight.
And as his divine soul power continuously grew stronger, after cultivating the Dry Yang Eye...
Jiang Wang could already feel the weight.
So although Mu Guantian Jiao turned his head with ease and grace, Jiang Wang still felt his gaze.
I just don't know, that highly focused, never-relaxing gaze, was it observing the opponent, or...
I hope it is the source of pain.
But if there is no hope, how does one continue to live a life that emerges from the abyss
Jiang Wang refused to think about it, yet couldn't help but dwell on it.
After all, the battle has ended. We won against a strong opponent and secured our place in the semifinals. My mind briefly relaxed, allowing for such unrealistic torment.
He also looked at the last battle on the field, calming his mind within the fight, and seriously observing his opponent.
Getting ahead first gives you such an advantage. He can't possibly let it slip.
As for other matters, we'll have to wait and see after the competition...
In the battle of Eight vs Four, the only match still ongoing was between Qin Gu's Qin Zhizhen and Yong Guo's Bei Gong Ke.
Logically, this battle was supposed to be the fastest one to end, according to pre-match predictions.
With the demise of the Taishang Emperor and a string of defeats on the battlefield, Yong Nation had long since lost its recognition as a formidable power among the other nations. Not to mention comparing it to Xia Nation, even compared to Xue Nation, a secluded nation in an extreme cold region, few would consider Yong Nation stronger.
Although there is support from the Mohist school and Yong Guo is undergoing major transformation, the effects are yet to be seen...
And Qin was undoubtedly the hegemonic state.
Although Gan Chang'an stopped at the top eight in the previous outdoor battle, his fight against Dou Zhao showcased his immense strength.
And the person was only nineteen years old. Both negation and divine journey were extremely powerful supernatural powers, and the cause-and-effect swordsmanship was also mastered to perfection. His talent was impeccable.
Then, at the Imperial Court, Qin Zhizhen, another talent from the Great Qin Empire, wouldn't even have to exert himself to defeat a young genius from the Yong Kingdom.
But when you actually see this battle, you'll understand why.
On the stage, Bei Gong Ke was displaying incredibly powerful killing techniques. He wielded two swords, appearing and disappearing in a flash, like lightning striking. The intensity of his sword energy enveloped the entire martial arts arena.
Of course, this is not the reason why the fighting could last so long.
The reason is Qin Zhizhen.
He stood there, like a silent rock. Not a word was spoken, not a flicker of emotion crossed his face.
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Just punches, punches, punches.
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When swords come, punch with fists. When people come, punch with fists. Even when Dao techniques are unleashed, punch with fists.
He stood there the whole time, motionless, only defending, not attacking.
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It seems he was determined to let the opponent show themselves off freely.
This is a simple sentence.
This is too much!
At the meeting of the Yellow River, who isn't a prodigy
On the stage of competition, there is nothing more than seeking victory. The opportunity to show off to one's opponent usually happens when elders guide juniors or masters teach apprentices.
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It's not unheard of for dominant nations to falter mid-way through a conflict!
If Xiang Bei goes north for this matter, it would also be very in line with his consistent arrogant image.
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But it was Qin Zhizhen who did such a thing.
There was no mockery or disdain on his face.
He only had silent fists, striking at a near-constant speed, deflecting every attack.
And it also bears, all the attention.ath the Emperor of Great Qi remained silent, his back grew heavier by a thousand jin.The might of heaven was like a prison, pressing down on him so he could hardly breathe!After an unknown amount of t...