Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 519: Chapter 199: The Ultimate Victor_2

”Those who truly don’t care, won’t bring it up.

”You’re several years older than him and have practiced for years more, but in that brutal match just now, the loser was you.”

Swish!

Mu Cheng focused and drew her longsword.

Rumble!

This time, Meng Yang took the initiative to strike, blocking all of Mu Cheng’s escape routes. The fierce thunder light gathered into a fearsome thunder dragon, rampaging with indescribable violence.

Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink!

Mu Cheng’s pupils narrowed; her superb swordsmanship was no joke either.

After a bout of intense confrontation, Mu Cheng was forced to the edge of the stage, but she also managed to block Meng Yang’s Thunder Fist.

Swish!

Mu Cheng seized an opening, her figure flickered, and she quickly darted towards the center of the stage.

But Meng Yang pursued relentlessly.

Unfortunately, due to severe injuries to his left waist, and having released too much Qi Blood, the wound tore open again, causing excruciating pain.

But Meng Yang was anxious, wanting to throw Mu Cheng off the stage as soon as possible.

So, despite the injury, he unleashed the Thunder Fist again.

Regrettably, due to the waist injury and releasing too hastily, this Thunder Fist couldn’t compare to the previous punch.

Though Mu Cheng blocked messily, she managed to ward it off again.

Moreover, Mu Cheng took advantage of an opening and counterattacked Meng Yang with a sword, though she missed the wound, she hit Meng Yang’s knee, causing him to stumble.

This strike seemed to tear open the opening of a god-slaying play.

Suddenly, the whole arena resonated with chants of West Martial’s victory, even louder than before.

Mu Cheng had striking features.

Moreover, her defeating the strong as the weak naturally garnered abundant support.

Crack.

Meng Yang clenched his fist hard.

His anxiety grew even more intense.

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”His mentality collapsed.”

In the stands, Bai Xiaolong sighed, looking resentful and disappointed.

That move just now, Meng Yang didn’t need to rush out, Mu Cheng isn’t a fool.

Now it’s messed up.

He tore his wound again and wasted Qi Blood.

”Played online games, have you?

”Meng Yang’s current situation is like getting taunted while chasing in low health, facing double damage.

”Mu Cheng’s chance of victory is fifty percent.”

Su Yue exhaled deeply.

His shameful taunting method finally worked.

Too powerful.

To deal with an invincible person like Meng Yang, only unyielding tactics will work.

Thankfully, Meng Yang is just a hot-blooded naive Wuda student, strong, yes, but his mindset is quite poor.

If he were really shameless, there’d be no openings.

Students, after all, still have some scholarly temperament.

”I’m still curious how you learned these cunning tricks,”

Bai Xiaolong frowned at Su Yue.

That guy really used every possible tactic.

”Crushing intelligence, perhaps.

”Martial Artists aren’t brutes; you have to analyze your opponent’s mentality.

”I even thought deeply about it, if I were to handle a potential class student, what would I do.

”The opponent is three years younger than me, doesn’t know fighting techniques, hasn’t secured a ranking, and has gone through two siege battles. And me? Watched by all relatives and friends, obviously bullying, with an archenemy persistently mocking me from the audience.

”The saying about a lion hunting a rabbit is true, but it depends on the occasion; this is a stage, not a battlefield, so Meng Yang would surely feel restrained.

”This kid is just unlucky.”

Su Yue smiled.

”I didn’t taunt Meng Yang.”

Bai Xiaolong said.

”Didn’t you?

”Suppose Meng Yang came up and used full force to tackle me, a freshman, would you not mock him internally? Are you sure?”

Su Yue asked again.

”Alright, I’d mock, but not verbally.”

Bai Xiaolong felt tempted to kick Su Yue.

This monster, might he even be proficient in fortune-telling?

Indeed.

If Meng Yang truly spared no effort against Su Yue, he’d think Meng Yang bullied a school child.

He’d indeed despise it.

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On the stage.

The battle went increasingly unfavorable for Meng Yang.

Mu Cheng was extremely disheveled, and several times nearly got knocked off the stage, but she continued persisting, continually seeking ways to attack Meng Yang’s wound.

But Meng Yang’s mentality worsened, growing more anxious.

His Thunder Fist started showing gaps.

Coupled with pressure from Dongwu, Meng Yang felt on the verge of madness.

But he still had his foundation as Wuda’s strongest, so losing wasn’t possible for now.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Mu Cheng also felt anxious.

She’s been locked in battle for so long, but still couldn’t defeat Meng Yang, her Qi Blood also began to dwindle.

Four Rank pinnacle, Wuda’s strongest, truly not just a reputation.

The duel continued.

Blood constantly flowed from Meng Yang’s wound, staining parts of the stage floor.

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In the leadership section.

Principal Dongwu’s face turned ashen, his hands trembling continuously.

If things proceed like this, Meng Yang might lose.

It’s simply unbelievable.

Other principals also remarked that today’s students are fundamentally different from before.

A competition also involving psychological pressure and maximizing consumption could simply be included in textbooks.

Even these principals believed Meng Yang to be invincible, and West Martial’s sole course was to delay as much as possible.

Yet who could have thought, by the fight’s end, West Martial managed to seize a glimpse of victory.

Though victory is unassured, West Martial reaching this far essentially signifies a win.

That’s Meng Yang.

He could at any moment leap to Rank Five.

”Zhao Jiangtao, cultivate Su Yue well; he’ll be talented in the future.

”Actually, what’s most taboo for Martial Artists is adhering too strictly to rules; Su Yue’s imaginative thinking cracked Meng Yang’s mindset, not without using short sleeves to taunt.”