Chapter Thirty-Four Got Cheated

  "Haha! So cool! Do it again!"

  Iron Fist wiped away the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, staring at Zong Yin with excitement.

  No need for iron fists to say more, Zong Yin has already thrown a fierce punch, the texture of wings on his legs is dense, like a gust of wind rolling towards him.

  "Great job!"

  Iron fist eyes exposed bright light, standing in place, without accumulating power, directly facing Zong Yin's incoming punch is just one punch.

  "Bang!" This time, Zong Yin used the momentum to actually knock back several steps with his iron fist. He stabilized his body and more blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

  Zong Yin was almost knocked out by that punch, if it wasn't for Shi Zhou's arm dragging on the ground, he would have already lost.

  Zong Yin had already launched a fierce attack, his foot moved swiftly, taking advantage of the Iron Fist's momentary hesitation. He swung his fist again and charged forward. It was unclear what the Iron Fist was thinking, but Zong Yin repeatedly repelled him three times, yet he simply stood there with an excited expression, facing off against Zong Yin without making a single move to attack.

  Until the end, Zong Yin was too lazy to keep rushing back and forth, and he faced Iron Fist head-on. The two simultaneously launched a flurry of punches, with over a dozen heavy blows that left the audience in the stands screaming with excitement.

  But at this time, Zong Yin was somewhat anxious.

  The continuous collision of fists had already caused great internal damage to his arms, and even the inside of his right half body was severely shaken. At most, he could withstand three more punches before reaching the limit of his physical endurance, at which point Zong Yin would have no choice but to surrender.

  Another fierce blow, Zong Yin borrowed the counter-shock force to jump back, took a deep breath, and his stone-like fingers clenched, shaking off countless fragments of stone. All the remaining soul power in his body was poured into his right arm, layer upon layer of soul shields wrapped around his right arm, leaving only enough soul power in his body to maintain his return to his ancestors.

  At this time he can't afford to think about the next game, being able to win this one is key!

  "The Final Blow!"

  Zong Yin let out a loud roar, his stone arm stretched straight back, concentrating all his strength into this one punch, like a fierce tiger pouncing on Iron Fist.

  "Alright! The final blow!"

  Iron Fist's face suddenly showed a hint of redness, his eyes widened, and the previously dim soul technique pattern on his right hand suddenly brightened by several degrees. His fist seemed to swell up by several degrees as well.

  "Bang!" The two fists collided heavily, and Zong Yin's stone arm was instantly shattered. Pebbles flew everywhere, and the unprotected arm let out a crisp sound as it twisted inward at an awkward angle, clearly broken.

  Zong Yin let out a painful cry and flew out, falling off the martial arts platform and landing on top of a spectator who was watching the commotion, unable to get up for half a day.

  "Lost again!"

  He gritted his teeth, the intense pain causing cold sweat to trickle down his forehead, but he didn't care about these things at this moment. He had never thought that even with all his might, he could only get here and score three points, suddenly making the distance to getting into the top ten in the year-end exam much farther away.

  A soul doctor rushed forward to help Zong Yin with his treatment, and the referee also walked over to his side, swiping his wristband once to complete the record of the match.

  "Really? Added one more point? I won?"

  In an instant, Zong Yin suddenly discovered that he had actually gained a point, rather than being eliminated as he had expected. Suddenly, he was filled with doubt - could the referee have made a mistake?

  When Zong Yin raised his head, he saw Tie Quan leaning against the edge of the 27th martial arts platform.

  That final counterpunch indeed sent him flying, but Iron Fist flew just as far, his arm even more mangled than Shun's, with shattered bones piercing through flesh and blood, exposed to the air, his face deathly pale like someone recovering from a grave illness.

  "Haha, you won, you're lucky, pressed down on that person without touching the ground."

  Iron Fist charged at Zong Yin with a thick and honest smile, without any hint of disappointment due to his defeat.

  The rule of the monthly trial is that there are no draws, if two people are evenly matched, then the judge decides who wins, and whoever falls to the ground loses is also one of the rules. Zong Yin flew out of the martial arts platform, but he was pressed on top of a student's body, landing a moment later than Tie Quan.

  Zong Yinxian was taken aback at first, then let out a loud whoop of joy. Only then did he realize that the reason he had been able to add one more point was thanks to the help of this brother beneath him. He hurriedly struggled to get up, wanting to thank this kind gentleman, but when he turned around, he discovered that the other man had already fainted and was lying on the ground with his eyes rolled back in his head.

  "Good... may good people live a peaceful life, and may friends who have passed away rest in peace. May God bless you, amen."

  Jian Zong's eyes twitched violently, and he stretched out his intact left hand in front of him to make a half-prayer gesture, then drew a cross and whispered.

  "Heh heh, I'll tell you a secret. As I said before, my soul technique is incomplete. Its real weakness is that as long as my body and soul power can withstand it, I can keep using it, but after about half an hour, I'll slowly start to enter a weakened state, and then I won't be able to move. Do you understand what I mean? Heh heh heh..."

  Two soul doctors carried the iron fist in the direction of Zong Yin, and when they passed by Zong Yin, the iron fist still had that silly smile on its face, slowly saying something before slowly disappearing into the distance as Zong Yin petrified.

  "My day! I told you to go ahead and you just stood there without moving! What's wrong with you! You're so annoying!"

  After being punched, Zong Yin finally reacted, suddenly bursting into rage and furiously cursing in the direction where Tie Quan had disappeared. Originally, he only needed to hold on for a few dozen seconds on stage to win, but was actually deceived by Tie Quan's appearance and words, suffering such severe injuries.

  After a long time, Zong Yin finally calmed down. It seemed that for the first month's monthly trial, he could only get four points. His right arm was unable to fight again today.

  But thinking that he had won against Iron Fist, he felt grateful once again. His first Soul Stone was the Strength Soul Stone; if it weren't for that, his body would have been smashed to pieces long ago. Judging from their previous battles, Zongheng's physical strength was now only a little bit weaker than a fifth-level Soul Master. He wondered what kind of effect it would have when the Strength Soul Stone completed its full-body strengthening. Zongheng couldn't help but feel some anticipation.

  After a long wait, what was supposed to be another round of eliminations had yet to begin, and the crowd surged towards the few martial arts platforms in the center.

  Out of curiosity, Zong Yin also followed the crowd to take a look. It seemed that there were still two trials that had not ended yet. One place was making terrifying explosive sounds, which kept coming from the crowd. Another place was having a magnificent display of red and blue lights intertwined together, looking incredibly beautiful.

  Upon seeing the soaring radiance, Zong Yin's expression changed. At a glance at the red light, he knew someone was using the Red Star's soul technique! After a whole day of trials, he had seen quite a few Blue Star's soul techniques, but this was his first time seeing the Red Star's soul technique. He immediately headed towards the two dueling platforms in the center.

  There were too many onlookers, and he did have the heart to squeeze in, but his arm had not fully recovered, and the newly healed bones could not withstand the crowd's pushing and shoving.

  Looking at the senior who was half-suspended in the sky, Zong Yin immediately felt a pang of envy. With the strength of a 9th-level Soul Master and certain soul power control abilities, one could fly with their soul, freely soaring through the sky - this had always been Zong Yin's greatest dream.

  Suddenly a white shadow on the side caught Zong Yin's attention, a white long dress, rosy cheeks, big eyes, who else could it be if not Xiao Luo Li.

  Lan Xin was followed by countless boys with flattering faces, and Shen Peng, the fearless fat boy, was among them. Zong Yin disdainfully pursed his lips, his current state was not good, one less thing was better than one more, so he pretended not to see it, turned around and walked out, preparing to go to the martial arts arena where there were fewer people.

  "Zong Yin!"

  Zong Yin didn't want to look for trouble, but trouble came looking for him. Lan Xin's little loli eyes were sharp and she recognized him at once, and even worse, she rushed over to greet him. It was no wonder Zong Yin was unlucky - the two of them weren't far apart, everyone else was pushing in, but he was walking out, such an obvious target, it would be strange if he wasn't discovered.

  The corners of his mouth twitched, and Zong Yin slowly turned around, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying to Lan Xin.

  "Are you here to watch the fight between Shixiong and that mad dog? I heard they're in the midst of a fierce battle!"

  Lan Xin completely ignored the group of boys behind her whose faces had already become very unnatural, and walked towards Zong Xian with a passionate expression.

  Lan Xin's words were finished, and Zong Yin felt several sharp gazes locked onto him, with Shen Peng's eyes being the most venomous.

  Zong Yin ignored him, not bothering to respond to these second-generation ancestors. He raised an eyebrow, although he didn't know Lan Xin's identity, but since she was so familiar with the terrifying figure of Fan Lao Ren, it was likely that she wasn't simple either. His Shixiong (senior brother) was probably also a genius.

  Geniuses are everywhere, and Zong Yin, Lanyin's senior brother, wasn't particularly curious about him, but the "mad dog" in her mouth made him pause for a moment. In the entire Ding Sheng Soul School's freshman class, it seems that only Yang Jun has this "good name".

  "Come on, let's go take a look. Elder brother's 'Flower of Prosperity' has just been learned and is not yet proficient. Otherwise, it would have won long ago. Trouble everyone to clear the way for me, thank you."

  Lan Xin obviously didn't have much heart, and with a face full of excitement, she rushed towards the boy behind him, pulling Zong Yin's arm as they walked into the crowd, without considering the faces of others at all. Lan Xin's idea was very simple, in her opinion, since Old Man Fan could entrust such an important thing as the Sealing Technique Manual to Zong Yin, then he must be Old Man Fan's person, and Old Man Fan's person is her own person, so what's the need to distinguish between them?

  Lan Xin and the few people behind her exchanged a glance with each other. Although they were competitors in their daily lives, at this moment, an unspoken understanding had been reached.

  Since Lan Xin had spoken, they couldn't decline either. With their facial expressions unchanged, they stepped forward and roughly dispersed the crowd in front of them, venting their discontent on the innocent people.

  Zong Yin couldn't help but see through the thoughts of these hypocritical beasts, and he let out a sigh of frustration. What a disaster! He had inadvertently created so many enemies for himself. A moment later, he regained his composure.

  Man, without pressure there is no motivation, someone keeps finding trouble for him, he will have a sense of urgency and keep striving.