Chapter 1181 - 391: Everyone Wants to Bully Me

Under the agonizing pain, Xueyang almost dropped to one knee.

Meanwhile, Jin Guoqian had already applied a hemostatic patch specially supplied by the Military Department. Although he had slashed his own artery, it was nothing serious. Under the effects of the patch, his wound was numbed, leaving him with almost no sensation of pain.

"The only way you can stop me now is to kill me immediately, or wait until my curse wears off.

"I don’t know if anyone else can do it, but you, Xueyang, are absolutely incapable of it.

"You only have two options right now: one, flee in defeat; two, directly admit defeat and beg for mercy."

Jin Guoqian raised his dagger, pointing the blade at another one of his blood vessels.

"I surrender on Xueyang’s behalf," Ban Rongchen stepped forward and declared outright.

He wasn’t afraid of Xueyang getting heavily injured; he was afraid that Jin Guoqian might accidentally kill him. If that happened, he would lose his own life as well. Young people were impulsive, fighting fiercely without any regard for their lives. Ban Rongchen didn’t know the exact blood volume of the Yangxiang Race. The only thing he was sure of was that if Xueyang lost too much blood, his true identity might be exposed. He had to stop this.

"I haven’t necessarily lost. Jin Guoqian is using a Peerless Combat Art, which means he won’t be able to hold out for long. It’s impossible for me to lose!" Xueyang was clearly unresigned.

He had lost to Su Yue, and now he had lost to Jin Guoqian. Where did that leave his pride as the Yingjie Saint Son? Even an idiot could tell that this kind of technique was absolutely at the level of a Peerless Combat Art and couldn’t be sustained for long.

"Don’t be an idiot. With the technology of the Divine Land Research Institute, Jin Guoqian’s heart could easily be surgically displaced. If he stabs himself in the heart, how long do you think you can stall?" Ban Rongchen wanted to kick Xueyang to death. He thought, "You even know it’s a Peerless Combat Art? Do you have a brain?"

"As for how long I can last, you’re welcome to try and find out," Jin Guoqian sneered sinisterly. "Xueyang, I don’t care about your background. As long as you dare to throw your weight around in the Divine Land, the Martial Artists of the Warring States Military Academy won’t let you off easily. Since I said I’m going to defeat you today, I will definitely defeat you."

The look in his eyes was like a venomous snake—he would never give up until his goal was achieved. This was the style of the Military Department’s Martial Artists. For victory and their objectives, they never feared sacrifice and would resort to any means necessary.

...

"This kid Jin Guoqian is too terrifying. If someone is hit by his curse, can they really just wait to die?" Meng Yang gulped.

"It’s not that simple," Su Yue narrowed his eyes and analyzed. "The conditions for Jin Guoqian to use his Peerless Combat Art must be extremely harsh. His prolonged entanglement with Xueyang earlier must have been the setup process.

"Secondly, this technique harms both the enemy and himself. One slight misstep, and he might throw his own life away.

"Thirdly, Xueyang is still too weak and relies too heavily on his dodging abilities. If it were me, I could have snatched away his Beast Selection Waist Bag the moment Jin Guoqian took his medicine.

"Moreover, Xueyang’s analysis was correct. Jin Guoqian’s technique can only be sustained for a minute or two at most. If this were on a battlefield, one could easily flee first, wait for the curse’s duration to end, and then return for revenge."

He was right. Jin Guoqian’s Peerless Combat Art had many limitations, especially on the battlefield. However, these restrictions could be overcome. If he had assistance from others, it would elevate the technique to a whole new level. If an ally could tie down the enemy and prevent them from escaping, Jin Guoqian’s technique would become a godly skill. Still, he would also have to solve the issue of lacking Wet Realm Elixirs.

It was a pity that when Jin Guoqian activated his shadow bind, he probably couldn’t synchronize the damage at the same time, otherwise, he wouldn’t have needed to release the bind. Or perhaps, Jin Guoqian’s cultivation level wasn’t high enough yet.

Xueyang’s reliance against the spatial bind was that he didn’t exert force in his own palms, making Jin Guoqian unable to harm him through synchronized limbs. Through the curse, however, even if Xueyang didn’t hold a blade, he would still be injured remotely. It was unfortunate that these two techniques couldn’t be synchronized. This gave Xueyang a loophole to escape. This was just a fair duel; if it were a real battlefield, Xueyang wouldn’t have been considered the loser, as he wouldn’t have died.

"There really are so many bizarre combat arts," Bai Xiaolong gulped.

"Next time we go down to the Wet Realm, let’s bring more Healing Elixirs," Su Yue sighed.

"Jin Guoqian is using a Peerless Combat Art. What’s the price he has to sacrifice?" Meng Yang asked.

"The injuries on his own body," Su Yue smiled. "The price is so obvious, does it even need to be said? If Jin Guoqian really wanted to kill Xueyang, a single stab to the heart would have been enough, but the cost would be that he himself might also lose his life."

Overall, the sacrifice required for Jin Guoqian’s combat art was still relatively humane.

"Damn, if it were me, I’d just have my heart surgically moved to a different spot and stab my chest every single time," Meng Yang added.

"And how do you know Jin Guoqian hasn’t had his transplanted?" Bai Xiaolong scoffed.

...

Although Xueyang was a million times unwilling, he had indeed lost another match. This group of Outer Realm Demons had exploited a loophole to break his dodging ability once again. He felt incredibly bitter. This was a life-saving divine technique left to him by the Celestial Saint. He had only just started, yet it had already been countered by two Outer Realm Demons. How could this be acceptable?

Ban Rongchen sneered inwardly. He thought, "What bullshit Celestial Saint? He’s nothing but a fraud."

...

"Hello, Su Yue. I’m Jin Guoqian. I’ve heard about you; you’re incredibly fierce on the battlefield." After the crowd’s cheers died down, Jin Guoqian walked up to Su Yue and shook his hand. He genuinely admired him.

"Of course Su Yue is fierce. He even cursed out a Ninth Grade on the battlefield!" a student from West Martial quickly emphasized.

"What a coincidence. Senior Jin Guoqian is the only low-level Martial Artist on the Wet Realm Battlefield who has fought an alien Apex and retreated completely unscathed," a student from the Warring States Military Academy stepped forward and retorted stubbornly. This was a common flaw of the Warring States Military Academy—they just loved to compete.

"Hahaha, I’ve heard about this!" Meng Yang burst into laughter. "Jin Guoqian threw a hidden weapon at an Apex from eight hundred meters away, and then he ran for it. He was indeed quite unhurried!"

This was a true story, fully documented on the Martial Arts Network.

Su Yue lowered his head in deep thought.

"What, you don’t believe it?" The student from the Warring States Military Academy was furious.

"No, I’m just curious what kind of hidden weapon can be thrown eight hundred meters and still hit an Apex," Su Yue quickly shook his head.

"See that? Su Yue would rather believe that a hidden weapon can be thrown eight hundred meters and break an Apex’s defense than believe this fake story. The Apex didn’t kill him because he was pinned down by another Apex. You can even use this to brag?" Meng Yang laughed again.

"Meng Yang, are you looking for a fight?" Jin Guoqian frowned.

The incident was true, and he had indeed thrown a hidden weapon. But he definitely hadn’t hit the target. Back then, Jin Guoqian had only said it to boast. He hadn’t mastered his Peerless Combat Art at the time, and he needed to uphold the face of the Military Department.

"Just you wait, Divine Land Martial Artists. In a few days, I will come back and challenge you one by one." Xueyang prepared to leave Nanwu. Before departing, following the rules of the martial world, he still left behind a harsh warning. Things had started off badly, and losing two matches in a row was a stain on his reputation as the Yingjie Saint Son.

However, right at this moment, Mu Cheng, who had always been an An Jing, suddenly took a step forward, blocking Xueyang’s path. "Wait. You’ve harassed me for so long and ruined my reputation everywhere. This matter isn’t over yet.

"I don’t know what traditions you have in Mandie Country, but in the Divine Land, a girl’s reputation is very important. I must clear my name.

"I, Mu Cheng, challenge you, Xueyang, with the sword in my hand!"

"Huh? What happened to Mu Cheng’s face?" At this moment, the crowd finally realized that Mu Cheng had actually gained a considerable amount of weight. It was like magic; her clothes had become much tighter. Fortunately, she was wearing a loose tracksuit, which barely kept her from looking too awkward.

"Mu Cheng was gone for a little while just now. Did she go eat meat?" Bai Xiaolong was stunned.

Truth be told, even though Mu Cheng had fattened up, she still looked quite cute. She was chubby, and the weight was distributed very evenly.

"Mu Cheng’s Peerless Combat Art might be about to surface," Su Yue muttered to himself.

Mu Cheng had indeed left earlier because the Research Institute had delivered an elixir to replenish her fat. But for the fat to be replenished so quickly...

HISS!

"You Divine Land Martial Artists are pushing it time and time again. Do you really think I, Xueyang, am that easy to bully?" Xueyang drew a sharp breath of cold air before turning his head to glare angrily at Mu Cheng.

He had resigned himself to losing against Su Yue and Jin Guoqian. After all, these were his first public battles, and he hadn’t understood their underlying strength. Losing to them was somewhat reasonable. But why was Mu Cheng provoking him now?

He thought, "Don’t you know how many times I’ve defeated you? Are you only going to be satisfied when you make me truly angry? Am I, the Yingjie Saint Son, so easily bullied?"

Xueyang gritted his teeth, both of his arms trembling.

"I will not take advantage of your precarious position. I will stop when the outcome is clear."

SNAP.

Mu Cheng even snapped off the tip of her wooden sword.