Chapter 1180: Everyone Wants to Bully Me

It was important to remember that Jin Guoqian was a fierce warrior of the eighteen tides. If even he had lost, did they really have to trigger twenty-one tides like Su Yue just to defeat Xueyang?

“I told you, no one in the Divine Land is my match.

“I wasn’t feeling well earlier, which was the only reason Su Yue managed to gain the upper hand.

“I’ll say it again: I am incredibly disappointed in you Martial Artists of the Divine Land.”

Xueyang shook his head, his face written with disdain as his smirk grew even more crooked.

“Are you feeling better now? Do you want to spar again?” Su Yue asked with a frown.

He wasn’t trying to bully Xueyang; he simply wanted to figure out how he had managed to land a hit on him. Was it really because of his domineering aura? Or perhaps he had unwittingly comprehended some peerless combat technique without even realizing it?

“I don’t bully Rank Four Martial Artists. You’ll only be qualified to challenge me once you reach Rank Five,” Xueyang said indifferently. He didn’t even dare to look at Su Yue, terrified that the reckless fool would actually charge at him. Truth be told, Xueyang had no way to deal with Su Yue.

“Making cowardice sound so poetic, this Little Prince is truly shameless,” Meng Yang commented loudly from the sidelines.

“Xueyang, you’ve actually lost,” Jin Guoqian suddenly spoke up. Although he had been repelled by Xueyang’s palm strike, a cold sneer hung on his lips.

“What do you mean?” Xueyang paused for a moment before glaring at Jin Guoqian with disdain, thinking the man was just daydreaming in broad daylight.

POP!

Right at that moment, a rune appeared in front of Jin Guoqian. Formed from Spiritual Qi, it was even messier than a Ghost Painting Talisman, roughly the size of an amulet plastered on a zombie’s forehead, and shimmered with a faint crimson light. Even in broad daylight, it gave off a sinister, eerie vibe.

Simultaneously, an identical rune materialized above Xueyang’s head. To his shock, he found that his physical body was completely paralyzed. It felt exactly as if someone else was controlling him.

Jin Guoqian raised his arm, and Xueyang’s arm rose in tandem. Jin Guoqian slightly parted his legs, and Xueyang’s legs mirrored the motion perfectly. In that instant, the entire audience was stunned.

“A Shadow Binding Technique?” Meng Yang exclaimed. Wasn’t that a Ninja move from the manga?

“Could you read a little less manga? That’s clearly Akatsuki’s dark art,” Bai Xiaolong said, his face equally bewildered. To think that such a combat technique actually existed in the world!

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“It’s useless even if you control my body. Ordinary weapons can’t break my defenses.

“Besides, if you want me to cut myself with a blade, it’s absolutely impossible. Although I can’t control my limbs, I can completely relax my fingers so they exert no force.

“Expecting me to grab a weapon with my own hands is sheer wishful thinking.”

Xueyang truly lived up to his title as the Yingjie Saint Son. He quickly analyzed Jin Guoqian’s plan.

This combat technique was incredibly wicked; it could actually control his limbs and force his movements to synchronize perfectly with the enemy’s. If everything went as expected, Jin Guoqian would slash himself with a knife. As a result, Xueyang’s synchronized body would inflict the same injury upon himself.

However, Jin Guoqian was too naive. He might be able to control Xueyang’s arms, but he couldn’t control the subtle movements of his fingers. Holding a blade with a loose, slack grip would make its accuracy a complete joke.

“Of course I know I can’t control your hands. I was just testing to see if I could control you at all,” Jin Guoqian sneered.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Suddenly, Xueyang viciously slapped himself in the face twice. The speed was exceptionally fast, with the interval between the two slaps being only a fraction of a second. It was only when the sharp sounds echoed through the air that the crowd noticed the finer details.

Jin Guoqian had actually been slapping himself as well, but right at the moment of impact, he had promptly dispelled the curse of the seal. As a result, Jin Guoqian tilted his head back in a split second, causing the slap meant for his own face to hit nothing but air.

Xueyang, however, wasn’t so fortunate. Due to momentum, his slaps landed squarely on his own cheeks, ringing out exceptionally loud.

With the curse of Jin Guoqian’s combat technique lifted, the situation took a dramatic turn. Xueyang had just slapped himself twice, but this didn’t mean Jin Guoqian had won. After all, his technique could only humiliate Xueyang; it was completely incapable of causing any substantial injuries. Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Jin Guoqian’s technique couldn’t possibly last very long.

“Jin Guoqian, can you still keep your technique going?

“If you can’t, then I won’t hold back anymore. This time, I’m going to beat your face into a pulp, just like I did to Meng Yang.

“You made me slap myself twice, so I’ll slap you two hundred times.”

Xueyang licked his lips. The slaps had been so vicious that they had drawn blood from his mouth. He was furious, feeling deeply humiliated by the ordeal.

“That control technique just now was just a little prank.

“Now is the moment to truly decide the victor.”

SWISH!

Jin Guoqian pulled a dagger out of his pocket. Several blood-red runes also surfaced on the hilt of the weapon.

SQUELCH!

Without hesitation, Jin Guoqian plunged the dagger into his own arm. He looked up, grinning savagely at Xueyang.

GASP!

Xueyang nearly jumped in pain. Without any warning, a gash appeared on his own arm—bone-deep.

“Aside from sharing physical movements with you, I can also share damage.

“I have a large amount of the Military Department’s wound-healing medicine on me, which can temporarily freeze my injuries. But you don’t carry that many trauma medicines on you, do you?

“With every strike, I can slash my arteries and cause you to bleed profusely, but I’ll be fine. My wounds will coagulate instantly.”

SQUELCH!

As soon as Jin Guoqian finished speaking, a spray of blood burst from Xueyang’s thigh.