eurekapd Chapter 293 We Choose to Admit Defeat
Chapter 293 We Choose to Admit Defeat
"cousin."
The cousin pouted, holding a food box in her hand, and called Wang Qiye in a sweet voice. Although she accepted Wang Qiye's 1000 Lingshi private money, she still had no intention of leaving.
Wang Qiye waved at her, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to practice his skills. "Cousin, hurry up, cousin, I want to refine this power."
"Humph."
Hu Qingyue then snorted unwillingly, turned around and walked away.
"Finally I got rid of this little goblin. Shuanghua, you have caused me so much trouble." Wang Qiye wailed in his heart again. It was a torment to refuse such delicious food that was delivered to his door.
There are three thousand famous swords, but since ancient times, beauties are the most heartbreaking!
After calming down his chaotic emotions and practicing the techniques, the energy of the spiritual bird began to pour into every part of his body like spring rain.
Wherever the energy flows, muscles, bones and tendons are nourished, becoming stronger and tougher. With every breath, the body absorbs more spiritual energy, making cells full of vitality and improving vitality.
As time went by, the meridians in the body gradually widened, and the speed of spiritual energy flowed faster, forming a perfect circulation system. The body seemed to have turned into a huge furnace, constantly refining the energy of the spiritual bird and converting it into its own power.
In this process, every detail of the body is changing, from the skin to the internal organs, from the blood to the bone marrow, all are receiving the baptism of spiritual energy. This all-round improvement makes the body extremely powerful and able to withstand higher levels of combat pressure.
On the spiritual level, the physical body is also strengthened, and the mind becomes more resolute, the willpower is stronger, and it can resist the interference and temptation from the outside world.
In short, through the guidance of the exercises, the cultivation of the body has become an art, and each absorption and transformation is a sublimation of the self. In this process, the body and the spirit promote each other, grow together, and move towards a higher realm.
"Senior Brother Li, why are you standing here? Why don't you go up?" A person who had an appointment asked the cultivator who had arrived earlier.
The monk who arrived early turned around. "So it's Senior Brother Zhao who has arrived. To be honest, Senior Brother also arrived a little early. He saw that short-haired man knocked Blood Shadow Fist Linggehu off the ring with one punch."
"Hey, it's no big deal to me. It's not shameful to lose to him." Another monk who came spoke.
"What did Senior Brother Tian say?" Senior Brothers Li and Zhao turned their heads at the same time.
"Let me do the talking." A cultivator strode over, obviously having heard the conversation between several people. He was also the person who had agreed with Wang Qiye to compete in the arena.
"The short-haired young man on the stage is the Black Raven King Qiye who was making a lot of noise a while ago."
"Hiss~ So it's him!"
Senior Brothers Li and Zhao took a deep breath.
Senior Brother Li looked at the short-haired man who was meditating and practicing his skills on the stage. "I only heard of him before, but never saw him. Today I finally see him."
Senior Brother Zhao also looked over with a fascinated look on his face. "Yeah, I didn't expect that he would finally start to fight on the Earth Ranking?"
Senior Brother Sun, who arrived the latest, chuckled. "With the arrival of this fierce god, the Earth Ranking will become much more lively."
Senior Brother Tian took over the conversation. "Yes, after all, he is well-known, and the gold content of the first place in the secret realm cannot be diluted."
Senior Brother Li analyzed. "Well, it has been 7 months since the end of the secret realm. They are here now, either because they have just recovered from their injuries, or because they are well prepared and want to leave their names on the Earth List this time."
Senior Brother Zhao knew his background and smiled heartily. "Why, did you guys also make an appointment with him to be his stepping stone?"
"Exactly."
"Then let's not give in. We have no part in this kind of fight between geniuses. I'll take the lead."
"Please." The other three waved their hands and made way for Senior Brother Zhao.
Senior Brother Zhao stepped onto the stage in a few steps and bowed to the short-haired young man without waiting for him to stand up.
"Brother Zhao from Qingwa Pavilion, I have come to keep my promise. I admit defeat."
After saying this, without waiting for the short-haired young man to react, he kicked off his feet, flipped several times in the air, and landed back next to the three monks.
The referee's emotionless voice sounded. "Qiye Wang of Qingzhu Peak won five games, accumulated 104 points, and received eight spirit stones."
"Hahaha, Senior Brother Zhao is so quick to speak. I admire you. Now it's my turn."
After the monk finished speaking, he also stepped onto the stage.
"Brother Qingshi Tingtian, I have come to keep my promise. I admit defeat."
Then the next two also walked onto the stage and admitted defeat.
Before they even started fighting, they had already won four games in a row. Wang Qiye was very relaxed and was still refining the energy from this feast of spiritual birds.
After admitting defeat, the four brothers did not leave immediately. Instead, they found a good spot, sat down quietly, and waited for the show to begin.
Soon, a cultivator who was ignorant of his own limitations stepped onto the stage.
"This kid is looking for death. Do you know him?"
"I know him. He is Song Yuyi from Qinghua Peak. Half a year ago, he was only at the fourth level of foundation building. Now I can't even see through him. No wonder his self-confidence is so inflated."
"It's useless to improve quickly! Can he defeat the Qingzhu Peak's Wang Qiye with one move? The Blood Shadow Fist Linggehu can only hit with one punch."
"That's right, Song Yuyi is going to be in trouble!"
The four senior brothers Zhao, Tian, Sun and Li were talking about it and watching coldly.
"Short-haired, prepare to die!" On the stage, Song Yuyi didn't build up any strength, but rushed out in one step, and the long sword in his hand made a sword flower, and stabbed directly at Wang Qiye who was still sitting on the ground.
When they were sparring with their fellow disciples, he didn't even wait for the short-haired guy to get up. To be honest, it was a bit unethical.
Wang Qiye didn't care at all and didn't even open his eyes. He just turned his head to avoid the sharp sword relying on Song Yuyi's strong murderous intent.
Just as Song Yuyi was about to withdraw his sword, he suddenly felt a strong force tightly grasping his wrist. He looked up in astonishment, only to see Wang Qiye's hand firmly grasping his wrist like an iron clamp.
The next moment, Song Yuyi felt an irresistible huge force coming from Wang Qiye's hands, and his body flew towards Wang Qiye involuntarily.
He opened his eyes wide and tried to break free from the force, but it was too late. Wang Qiye easily grabbed his belt, lifted him up, and threw him out of the ring without mercy.
Song Yuyi rolled in the air, his heart filled with shock and fear. He had never thought that a person could have such terrifying strength and speed that he had no power to fight back.
With a dull thud, Song Yuyi fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain. He struggled to get up, his face flushed, his eyes revealing a hint of reluctance and humiliation.
When he turned around and looked at the short-haired young man on the stage, who seemed to be motionless and still meditating and practicing martial arts, he felt even more aggrieved.
"Impossible, he is only ranked on the Earth List, how can he be so strong?" Song Yuyi looked at the jade pendant again to confirm that he was not mistaken.
"Hahaha, that's what I said, knock him down with one move." Senior Brother Tian laughed proudly.
Senior Brother Zhao sneered. "Do you need to tell me? How strong can Song Yuyi be on the Earth Ranking?"
"Hahaha, this is really making me laugh to death. You are so unlucky today." Senior Brother Sun was so happy that he clapped his thigh.
Young people should have lofty ambitions.
Once the sword is drawn, it will rise with the wind.
"This black raven is finally going to fly." Senior Brother Zhao looked at the short-haired young man with envy and yearning in his eyes.
The smile on Senior Brother Sun's face had not yet faded. "Now, it's just the beginning."
“Let them feel the fear of being dominated by the Black Raven!” Senior Brother Li shouted in adoration and opened his arms.
The sun was setting, stretching the shadows of people very long. In the afternoon, more and more monks began to gather in the Qingyun Peak Arena area, and each arena was surrounded by people.
There were two arenas that were the most crowded with spectators. One was for the third-level cultivator, the heroic Zhu Ran, and the other was for the second-level cultivator, the thin, short-haired Wang Qiye.
Relatively speaking, there were more monks watching Zhu Ran's competition. Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauties. Only Wang Qiye could be immune to Zhu Ran's arrogant temperament. After all, every night, he hugged Lei Siyu, who was more noble and more elegant than Zhu Ran.
But Wang Qiye's ring was also crowded. Everyone was very curious about this short-haired young man who was low-key and rarely showed up.
Even Wang Qiye, who was standing on the stage, felt that everyone's enthusiasm was too enthusiastic. If he opened his own store and announced his name, he would probably be snapped up by people without any discounts.
"Black Raven! Black Raven!"
As another monk stepped forward to challenge, he was thrown off the stage and the crowd cheered.
The referee's voice sounded at the right time. "Qiye Wang of Qingzhu Peak won 56 games, accumulated 65 points, and got 8 spirit stones."
Zi Linglan clenched her fists tightly. Every time the sound rang out, it was so harsh and made her eyes darker.
Her miserable little face stared viciously at the short-haired young man who was showing off in the ring, full of resentment and sadness. "I have given everything, touched you, kissed you, and given you every inch of my body, but in return, you come when I wave you, and leave when I call you."
"Wang Qiye, what else do you want from me?"
A line of clear tears rolled down her cheek, drop by drop, drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.
"That's enough. Let me end your winning streak. Although you are very strong, I have seen through your realm. You are only at the sixth level of foundation building, which is still not good enough. Perhaps you came a little too early."
A monk as tall as a mountain stood on the stage. The crowd around him began to quiet down, and everyone lowered their heads and whispered to each other.