Chapter 41: The Enduring Fist of Hunger and Thirst

  "Don't be so concerned about winning or losing. It's just that your skills are one level lower than your opponent's, otherwise you would have a good chance of defeating them!"

  As they spoke, Jiang Cheng gently patted Du Jing who had just walked down from the martial stage: "Isn't that what Uncle said? To return alive and unscathed is the greatest contribution to the clan, you're still young!"

  Listening to Jiang Cheng comfort Du Jing's words, Yang Ze on the side couldn't help but roll his eyes, still young?

  It seems like your age is younger than Du Jing's?

  Du Jing's luck was pretty good, and he happened to meet a four-heavy soul warrior named Qifeng from the Half Moon Department. After a fierce battle, he lost.

  Moreover, the two words "admit defeat" were still spoken by Gao Xiong on behalf of Du Jing. If not, Du Jing might have been beaten until he spat blood and was seriously injured before stepping down.

  Of course, Jiang Cheng also understood the reason for this. Although he had already eliminated his grudge against Du Jing, Du Jing was still holding back a breath of anger.

  Every young man has his own stubbornness and pride.

  "Hmm!" Du Jing bit her lip and nodded, then stubbornly said: "When I return to the Turnip Tribe, I will also go into the mountains for a life-and-death trial, to increase my combat strength!

  As for his current terrifying combat power, Jiang Cheng's uniform explanation to outsiders was that he had experienced several life-or-death moments when he ventured into the mountains, which stimulated his potential.

  The first round of eliminations ended quickly, with thirty-one people drawing lots. Perhaps it was arranged, or perhaps Feng Zhan Yuan was unwilling to make a move. In the first round, Bai Hun Department's first day was Feng Zhan Yuan's bye.

  In the first round, there were sixteen people who advanced.

  "The first round is over, the second round lottery begins, and the winner of the second round can enter the top eight!" Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing half-closed his eyes and gave a light drink, immediately having a white-haired tribe member holding up a newly placed lottery box come forward.

  Jiang walked up to the lottery box and drew a number, just like in the first round.

  "Number seven?" Jiang Cheng glanced at his own lottery number, silently memorizing it without saying a word. Jiang Cheng wanted to see if Bai Hun had rigged the drawing in any way.

  "Number one versus number two!" Little Ling Gong Feng Qing let out a somewhat impatient shout.

  The moment Xiao Ling Gong's voice fell, a blue figure flashed, and Feng Zhan Yuan jumped onto the martial arts stage, standing proudly on the stage, a kind of majestic aura spread out.

  The moment Feng Zhan-yuan took the stage, the young men and women of the White Swallow Tribe who were watching from afar let out loud cheers, especially the tender voices of the girls, which sounded even more shrill, showing that Feng Zhan-yuan was highly respected among the White Swallow Tribe.

  It's strange that No. 1 Feng Zhan Yuan went on stage, but after a while, No. 2 still hasn't appeared.

  "Who's number two? Why hasn't he come on stage yet?" Little Ling Gong Feng Qing suddenly shouted impatiently.

  Under the urging of Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing, Qi Feng, the half-month soul warrior who had just defeated Du Jing, walked towards the martial arts stage with a somewhat restless mind.

  The steps of the martial arts stage had only gone halfway up when the uneasy Qifeng turned his head to glance at the patriarch of his own clan, and suddenly said: "I concede defeat! I concede defeat!"

  "Rubbish!" Feng Zhan Yuan scolded mercilessly, turning around and walking off the stage with a flourish. The strange wind even ran back hastily amidst the hisses of the Bai Hun tribe people in the distance, already with a bright red face.

  Jiang Cheng's expression suddenly froze, and Feng Zhan Yuan's notorious reputation was so powerful that it reached this point!

  However, the soul warriors of various tribes near the martial arts arena did not smile, and some even comforted Qifeng in a low voice, showing how notorious Feng Zhanyuan was.

  Jiang Cheng was also somewhat surprised, he didn't think that just by relying on his reputation, he could actually scare off a Soul Warrior into directly admitting defeat.

  It's sad to think about it, including the soul warriors of the Ge Shan Department who were abolished and committed suicide. In this martial arts conference, the number of soul warriors who were either abolished or died at the hands of Feng Zhan Yuan is also a slap in the face. With such a huge difference in strength, no one is eager to go and die.

  The only thing that made Jiang Cheng regretful was that he had originally wanted to take the opportunity to test Feng Zhan's true strength, but unexpectedly his opponent directly admitted defeat.

  The second match was Kim Tae of the Diamond Division, known for his great strength and defense. Kim Tae quickly won the match without any suspense.

  Jiang Cheng estimated that the most intense battles would appear in the third and fourth rounds. After all, the soul warriors participating in this martial arts conference had a large gap in strength, and in the first two rounds, except for those who were extremely unlucky, the top soul warriors among the young people of each tribe would not meet together.

  "Fourth match, number seven versus number eight, come on stage quickly!"

  "Be careful." Jiang Cheng reminded with a smile before going on stage, Uncle Yang Ze nodded.

  Jiang Cheng smiled and leaped onto the martial arts stage, Jiang Cheng was now somewhat impatient, to put it in his own words, his fists were itching for a fight.

  Against Tiger Hill, Jiang Cheng didn't even bring out 20% of his own strength.

  "Number seven, Jiang Cheng!" As usual, after jumping onto the martial arts stage, Jiang Cheng bowed to all four directions with his fists clenched, then quietly waited for number eight to come on stage.

  Something strange happened, just like when Feng Zhan Yuan took the stage for the first time, Jiang Cheng took the stage and the eighth-ranked Soul Warrior didn't make a single move.

  "Who's number eight? Let's get this over with!" Jiang Cheng, whose fists were itching for a fight, shouted out at the same time as he glanced in the direction of the Huuli tribe, where there was some unusual commotion.

  "Let go, let me get on, I want to get on!"

  "Let me go, let me get up there! I'm a man of the Hu Li tribe, no coward! I want to avenge Hu Tu and Hu Xiangshan!" The only remaining soul warrior among the three who came from the Hu Li tribe, Hu Rui, was struggling to break free from his tribesmen's restraints.

  No need to ask, No. 8 is indeed Hu Lei's Hu Rui.

  Seeing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but laugh. Was it luck or what? The two opponents were actually both Soul Warriors of the Hu Li tribe. Was this a heaven-sent opportunity?

  Jiang Cheng had made up his mind that as long as Hu Rui took the stage, he would definitely strike him down on the spot. The blood debt owed by the Hu Li tribe to the Ge Shan department over the years should also be repaid!

  The chief of the Huli tribe, Hu Zhenjiang, was now pale with fear, his lips constantly trembling.

  Keshanbu and Huli tribe were originally arch-enemies, and with the death of his son, they are absolutely sworn enemies.

  If he had a choice, he could concede to Feng Zhan Yuan of the Bai Hun Department, or even to the half-month department and the Diamond Warrior, but he just couldn't bear to lose to Ge Shan Department, that would be more painful than killing him.

  But he is the chief of the tribe!

  He knew that if the Tiger Clan went up, the soul warriors of the Tiger Clan would be completely finished. Because if he were in their shoes, he would do a more thorough job than Ge Shan Department.

  His lips trembled for a long time, and Hu Li Zu's patriarch, Hu Zhenjiang, bit his teeth and drank out four words that weighed as much as Mount Tai under the urging of Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing: "We... admit defeat!"

  The hatred of killing his son was in front, these four words, almost exhausted all the strength of Hu Zhenjiang, even his lips were a little red.

  "Hahaha, a bunch of useless Tigers!" The loud and refreshing laughter of Ge Shan tribe's chief, Ge Xiong, suddenly echoed through the sky.

  The armrest of the chair that Hu Jiang was leaning on disintegrated into powder in silence.

  "Coward! You're a disappointment to my eager fist!" Jiang Cheng swung his fist in the direction of Hu Rong, let out a loud shout and jumped off the martial arts stage.

  Scolded by Jiang Cheng, Huashan's body swayed a few times, and his eyes turned black in front of him. If it weren't for Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing sitting here, he would have torn Jiang Cheng's heart out.

  Hu Rui was furious, shouting and wanting to rush onto the martial arts stage, but he was knocked unconscious by a palm strike from his tribesman behind him. The adult soul warrior Hu Manjiang behind him pointed at Jiang Cheng and said: "You little brat, you're dead for sure!"

  Jiang Cheng didn't bother to reason with him, he had heard enough of this kind of talk recently.

  Jiang Cheng was pondering something, he drew twice in a row and both times got the soul warrior of the Hu Li tribe, was this a coincidence?

  In the distant land, inside the grand temple of the White Swirling Department, Bai Xiao and Da Ling Gong Bai Ce were huddled together, carefully examining a fist-sized bead that was emitting bursts of spiritual light.

  Inside the pearl, the situation on the martial arts platform can be seen clearly.

  "Grandfather, why do you always make the Soul Warriors of the Huli Tribe fight against Jiang Cheng?"

  "Especially when Jiang Cheng is so arrogant, that bastard, he's too arrogant, too infuriating!" Bai Xiao stared at the pearl, furiously waving his fist.

  "Hatred, anger, only extreme anger can make the Hu people take the initiative to do something for us!"

  "I didn't expect Jiang Cheng's cultivation to be so powerful. This Tian Qi War Soul Awakener is indeed extraordinary. However, this will actually benefit our plan and the plan for our country's establishment."

  He paused for a moment, and then the benevolent Da Ling Gong Bai Ce said: "Moreover, in recent years, this old tiger has become less obedient, it's time to teach him a lesson!"

  "It's good, it's just that it makes Jiang Cheng that bastard too smug!"

  Bai Xie furiously swung his fist at Grandmaster Bai Ze and asked, "Grandfather, just how strong is Jiang Cheng now? Is he stronger than Feng Wei Yuan?"

  How much longer will it take for me to have the strength to defeat him?

  "Hmph, I must defeat him with my own hands, and wash away this shame with my own hands!"

  "How strong is he? Definitely stronger than Feng Zhan Yuan! However, if you want to personally wash away this shame, I'm afraid it's not possible!" said Da Ling Gong Bai Ce.

  "Why?" Bai Xueqi asked.

  "Even if he survives today by luck, two days later......" As soon as he said this, the gentle and benevolent eyes of Da Ling Gong suddenly burst into fierce light!

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