Stage 7
This was a simple amateur stage for students to train on, so its diameter was only ten meters.
However, this stage was already surrounded by students.
"Teacher Yang, it's not too late for you to regret now. Cao Meng is a Level 2 Martial Master. Even though he doesn't have a Martial Soul and is a Martial Dao teacher, his realm is much higher than yours!”Xiong Wu looked at Yang Xing with good intentions and reminded him.
In his opinion, it was basically impossible for Yang Xing to win this battle. Moreover, he knew that Yang Xing's Martial Spirit was only a worm, which could be said to have no fighting strength.
"I've made up my mind. Teacher Xiong, don't persuade me.”Yang Xing directly walked onto the stage.
Seeing Yang Xing's appearance, the students and teachers outside the arena suddenly clamored.
"Yang Xing, you really dare to come up. I thought you were going to sneak away.”Cao Meng walked up the stage opposite Yang Xing and looked at him with a sinister smile.
The bruises on Cao Meng's eyes had already dissipated quite a bit. This was the constitution of a soul master.
Although Yang Xing had punched Cao Meng, it was completely unexpected.
In a normal battle, it was impossible for Yang Xing to succeed.
"I was prepared to see you kneel in front of me. How could I miss such a good show?”Yang Xing looked at Cao Meng with a smile.
The veins on Cao Meng's head were throbbing." Brat, if I don't beat you up today, you won't know how powerful I, Cao Meng, am!"”
"Quiet down." At this moment, Xiong Wu stepped onto the stage. He was the referee for this duel.
"Let me announce the rules. Those who land outside the boundary lose, and those who lose consciousness lose. There are no restrictions in the battle.”Actually, everyone knew what Xiong Wu said.
"Prepare for ten seconds. After ten seconds, I will announce the start of the battle, and the battle will begin.”
After Xiong Wu finished speaking, he walked to the side of the field and began the countdown of ten seconds.
"Make way, let me borrow a seat." Cheng Pan pulled Su Mengmeng to a good seat.
"Mengmeng, the battle is about to begin!" Cheng Pan said excitedly,"As long as that liar loses, you can find a new teacher."”
"But…I…I feel that Teacher Yang is quite good.”Su Mengmeng muttered softly and looked at her teacher worriedly.
"What's so good about him? He's just a useless teacher who muddles around in the academy. If you really stay under his hands, Mengmeng, you'll really be crippled!”Cheng Pan said rudely.
Su Mengmeng didn't say anything, but she still looked at her teacher expectantly.
At this moment, Xiong Wu's number had already reached '1'.
"Let the battle begin!"
The battle officially began, but neither side moved immediately.
Cao Meng looked at Yang Xing like a cat playing with a mouse."Yang Xing, come on. Let me see how powerful a level nine soul cultivator teacher is.”
He especially emphasized the fact that he was a Stage Nine Soul Cultivator.
Yang Xing didn't say anything. A black and white pattern appeared on his back. The pattern was in the shape of a bug.
"Eh? Why do I feel that Yang Xing's Martial Spirit is different from before?”
"They are indeed different, but they are all insects. I haven't heard of any insect spirit that can make a name for itself.”
"Worm martial soul? Hehehe, if I were to awaken such a martial soul, I would have dug a hole and buried myself long ago.”
The students mocked him without any restraint.
Yang Xing didn't care. He stared at Cao Meng and said,""Come on, are you scared?"
Cao Meng didn't expect Yang Xing to provoke him at this moment. He was a little furious. He directly raised his fist and smashed it at Yang Xing.
According to his script, he would be able to beat the crap out of Yang Xing with his strength as a Second Stage Martial Master.
Little did he know that a series of data had already appeared in Yang Xing's sea of consciousness.
Cao Meng, 31 years old, Stage Two Martial Master. Cultivates the 24 Purple Sun Fist Techniques. Unstable lower body, poor speed, insufficient fighting spirit, fist force…Left leg injured, weak leg bone…
Yang Xing now knew Cao Meng's various flaws and weaknesses like the back of his hand.
At this moment, Yang Xing had also confirmed his fighting style.
At the same time that Yang Xing retreated, his hands made a Spiderman gesture and he used his soul skill, Spiderweb.
hissing
Threads flew out and wrapped around Cao Meng's eyes.
"What the hell is this?" Cao Meng stopped his attack and pulled the threads on his face.
Although this thread wasn't very hard, it was very sticky, and it was a little troublesome to get rid of.
However, it was also harmless.
Yang Xing didn't seize the opportunity to engage in close combat. If there was any danger in close combat with a second stage Spirit Master, that Yang Xing's small body wouldn't be able to withstand Cao Meng's fist.
Hence, the comical scene that followed.
Yang Xing kept shifting his position, aiming at Cao Meng and using the thread that didn't seem threatening at all.
Because of the silk thread, Cao Meng had no way of directly finding Yang Xing to end the battle.
"Is this Yang Xing a soul skill?"
"What's the use of this soul skill? It doesn't cause any damage at all.”
"That's why it's called a trash martial soul. When Yang Xing can't spit out that white silk, it'll be his defeat.”
Everyone was only slightly surprised by this white silk spirit ability, but didn't think that this spirit ability of little value had any use.
Because spirit abilities were based on spirit power, when spirit power was exhausted, this spirit ability would also be unable to be used.
But the consumption of this spirit ability Yang Xing used was practically negligible.
Yang Xing even suspected that he could spit silk continuously for an hour without any problem.
Just like that, Yang Xing directly used Silk-spitting for ten minutes.
The entire battlefield had almost turned into a coiling silk cave.
"Bastard, are you done? Do you want to suffocate me with these threads?”Cao Meng was a little emotional.
Although he wasn't injured, it was really frustrating to be fooled by a fellow he thought was trash in front of so many students.
"These few threads are indeed nothing. But I don't know if you've heard of the story of ten chopsticks.”A thick thread had unknowingly appeared in Yang Xing's hand.
It was hundreds of silk threads that were entangled together and bound Cao Meng's left leg.
Yang Xing suddenly pulled.
" Aaah…" Cao Meng did a split and let out a miserable cry. His body fell to the ground and was stuck to the silk.
Cao Meng struggled to stand up, but the pain in his thigh made it impossible for him to stand up. He knew that his old injury was acting up and the bone in his left leg was broken!
At this moment, Yang Xing walked towards Cao Meng step by step.
"What…what are you doing?" Cao Meng looked at Yang Xing in fear, but he still threatened,""You…you…I'm a Second Stage Martial Master. I'm using my Dou Qi to protect myself. You…you can't hurt me at all!
When I recover, I'll make you wish you were dead!”
"Normally speaking, it is indeed very difficult for me to break your Dou Qi protection in a short period of time. However, what if I know your vital point?”Yang Xing said as he took out a dagger.
The smile on his face was like a devil.
Cao Meng's pupils dilated as he muttered,"" Impossible…Impossible…This…"
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