Chapter 83: To Win or Not to Win
The carp pattern on the flag not only symbolizes gathering good fortune but also proclaims the ambition of this city.Viewed from afar, the red banners were like blood-stained flags.In those days, the...Before Lin Zhenglun appears, none of you from the Lin family are allowed to leave this place, cross this line. Otherwise, it will be considered a challenge to me! I will definitely cripple whoever dares to do so!
Jiang Wang stood with his sword across his chest before the Lin clan's territory, his expression cold and stern, showing no hint of jest.
Lin Zhengli was stunned. There wasn't a hint of fear, just pure surprise, even a sense of absurdity.
Just three people, they dare to block the door of the Lin family.
This kid has what guts What nerve!
Lin Zhengli was about to make a move when a voice suddenly rang out.
The owner of the voice was still far away, but the sound had already trembled into their ears.
"Ginger, you really have some nerve! Think I wouldn't kill you"
That was the strongest combat power of the Lin clan today, the voice of Lin Zhengren!
Even though he was charismatic and cunning, his anger couldn't be concealed in his voice at this moment.
It's really broad daylight, a clown jumping around. Could it be that any Tom, Dick or Harry can come to the Lin family and run wild
Jiang Wang's back was burdened with a long wooden box. From Fenglin City to Wangjiang City, he carried it all the way.
Upon hearing Lin Zhengren's voice, he remained calm and collected.
He merely took the long box off his back, opened it, and pulled out an ancient, sturdy spear.
The Xin Jin Gun's exterior wasn't particularly striking. The muzzle gleamed coldly, and the barrel itself wasn't smooth. That was the mark left by thirty years of burning in the forge.
However, it is now the most famous weapon in Qinghe County.
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Jiang Wang reversed his salary and used it as a spear, sticking it in the ground several inches deep.
“Zhu Shisheng said, “I’m just a Youmai Realm cultivator. I came to Wangjiang City for a reason. Any Youmai Realm cultivator in Wangjiang City can come out and fight me. Even if they kill me, it doesn’t matter. But if any cultivator above the Youmai Realm makes a move, regardless of who it is, they will be suppressed. After entering the Guodao Academy, he will target you, Lin Zhengren. Every time he sees you, he will attack you!”
When Jiang Wang uttered these words, he imbued them with the full force of his Dao. His voice reverberated throughout the Lin clan's territory.
And Lin Zhengren's voice didn't even sound again. There was no sign of him appearing either.
As if the previous roar of anger was merely a hallucination shared by everyone.
All the salary is here, it represents only me, Wei.
Before the gun pressure pressed down upon Jiangcheng, Zhu Wei had absolutely no such power to intimidate. But now, he is just a name, and it is enough to deter one side.
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The longer the silence lasted, the more Lin's face swelled.
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So this silence was soon broken. An old man with white hair, leaning on a cane, slowly walked out supported by attendants.
“Very well. Zheng Li, you go and give it a try.” The old man’s voice was not loud, but it carried an air of decisiveness: “Let’s see if he truly is undefeated within the Yuè Mài realm!”
“Good, grandfather.” Lin Zhengli respectfully bowed to the old man and, with a flick of his sleeve, strode out of the card room!
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The sword light flashed like lightning!
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Jiang Wang had already drawn his sword and arrived.
The waves surged, and Lin Zhengli turned in mid-air. He was certainly not a reckless fool; before stepping out of the card gate, he had already muttered an incantation.
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The starting point was the Daoist wave of three folds, which gained notoriety on the Three Cities Forum. This technique allowed him to establish himself as invincible.
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But Jiang Wangren, while in mid-air, could actually rotate himself out of thin air. This was the powerful feedback brought by his cultivation of the Four Spirits Refining Body Technique to its current level, granting him a hovering ability far superior to that of cultivators of the same rank.
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Direct at the throat!
Lin Zhengli's face remained unchanged. He muttered incantations while calmly urging the second layer of the Wave Breaking Triple Layer.
Though Jiang Wang couldn't perform aerial flips as effortlessly as Li Jianqiu, he didn't need to. As he descended, his sword shifted slightly, releasing a golden light arrow that shot towards Lin Zhengli who had just moved away.
This is the Dao technique innate to his standard-issue longsword, perfectly connecting as a third attack!
Lin Zhengli's waves surged again, completing the final transformation of the Three Stages of Waves. As he finished his incantation and Taoist technique, he was about to attack his opponent when suddenly his face changed drastically, turning the wave of anger towards himself!
He reacted swiftly, transforming his attacking techniques into defensive ones.
But before that surging purple qi, the anger gathered by the Taoist art was so insignificant!
Auspicious Qi arrives from the east, and lords from the west look on!
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Jiang Wang's toes just touched the ground, and she unleashed her strongest move yet. Her whole being surged with roaring purple energy, instantly shattering the waves.
The gleaming sword tip rested on Lin Zhengli's brow.
Tick tock!
That was the sound of raindrops sliding down the blade of the sword and landing on Lin Zhengli's nose.
And he didn't dare to move.
After the Three Cities Debate, he had countless moments of resentment. He resented Jiang Wang for taking advantage and stealing the title of the top scholar, which should have been his. He also resented his own carelessness. If not for his carelessness, how could he have lost to that barbarian He wouldn't even have been injured!
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But the die is cast, the deed is done. How much resentment there may be is of no avail.
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Fortunately, Jiang Wang came to Look at the River City, giving him a chance to prove himself.
In fact, the moment Jiang Wang and his two companions entered Wangjiang City, he received news. The widow that Lin Zhenglun had married had indeed committed suicide, of course not entirely unrelated to him. He investigated the letter the woman sent before her death and found that it was sent to Jiang Wang's hands, only then did he figure out the relationship between Jiang Wang and the widow.
Every disciple of the Daoist Academy is a pillar of Zhuang Guo's future, so there's no way they would swallow their anger in silence.
And the way he took Lin Zhenglun's business was not honorable. Part of it came from that woman's dowry—of course, there were procedures in line with Zhuang Li's rules, but they couldn't stand up to scrutiny by those who were determined to find out the truth.
So he first had Lin Zhenglun hide back in his tribe. As long as they guarded the entrance to the tribe and prevented Jiang Wang from entering, they could turn a major incident into a minor one, and a minor one into nothing.
He thought he had everything under control.
But Jiang Wang's arrogance had reached this point, a lone sword across the threshold of the gate, was something he hadn't expected.
And what he didn't expect was that, despite giving it his all in the fight, he was defeated!
He didn't prove his own strength, but instead became a footnote to the strength of others.
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At this moment, he suddenly remembered what his elder brother, Lin Zhengren, had said to him at the Sancheng Conference: "If you don't have a hundred percent certainty, don't give your enemy a chance to fulfill their ambitions."
"Go back." Jiang Wang's grip on his sword didn't waver.
He didn't really ruin Lin Zhengli as he claimed. Relying on my reputation, Zhu Wei, to intimidate him had its limits. Regardless, I wouldn't kill Lin Zhengren for no reason. At most, just like he said, I would beat him up every time we met, making his life miserable at the National Institute so he would leave.
Such consequences would be enough to give Lin Zhengren an extraordinary tolerance, but crippling Lin Zhengli was completely beyond his limit of tolerance.
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Lin Zhengli stared straight at the gleaming sword tip, slowly backing away until he reached the back of the archway.
Only then did I realize that my entire back was soaked with cold sweat.
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"You can find any cultivator from the Wandering River City who is at the Yué Mèi realm. I, alone with my sword, will take them all on. If I die in battle, it's my own fault. The two brothers who came with me today will collect my body."
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Jiang Wang stood with his sword lowered, looking at Old Master Lin and saying, “I only have one very reasonable request. My sister’s biological mother died in Wangjiang City, and I need someone to take responsibility.”
"She committed suicide." Lin Zhengli said with gritted teeth.
“Well then.” Jiang Wang stared straight ahead at the clan gate, where more and more members of the Lin clan were gathering.
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A cold smile appeared on his face, and the sword let out a long, resonant cry.
"Today, I shall take a look at this city of Xiangjiang, within the realm of Youmai. I will see if I can be the leading figure here!" In fact, it's like a chasm separating heaven and earth.It's simply because the Tongtian Realm has a lot of room for expansion, fundamentally exploring the limits of mortals. Many prodigies work hard...