Chapter 121: Weak Spot, Useless Person, End
Fang Shu leaped forward with one sword stroke and directly gouged out the head of the mighty Ling Bai Quan while he was still alive.
This scene caused everyone watching from the surroundings to be shocked, their minds trembling.
They successively held their breath and restrained their qi, shifting their gazes away, only using their peripheral vision to watch the scene, as if afraid that Fang Shu would target them next.
One must know that today, two people had already been defeated by Ling Bai Quan.
One of them had luckily escaped, while the other was crushed to death alive by Ling Bai Quan relying on his powerful Hardening Skill, like wearing heavy armor, unafraid of counterattacks; even his head was hammered into his chest, dying like a turtle with its head shrunk in.
Such a powerful examinee was actually slain in one clash by that sword wielder.
“This youth is someone to befriend, not to fight!” Such a thought almost simultaneously appeared in the minds of several onlookers.
Fang Shu stood in place, looking at the iron-tower-like body in front of him; his expression was normal, but his eyes were momentarily lost in thought.
Ending Ling Bai Quan with one sword was also beyond his expectations.
Fang Shu murmured in his heart: “There really is a weak point.”
It turned out that as early as when Xiao Li Li came to the door requesting Du Gu Guan to avenge her father and her, that woman had introduced all the information about Ling Bai Quan.
Apart from being ruthless, what Ling Bai Quan was best at was his 《Bronze Skin Iron Body Protective Seal Skill》.
This Cultivation Method was like Magic, where he treated his skin as a Magic Tool to Sacrifice and Refine it; from head to toe, from top to bottom, his entire body’s skin was tough, and once activated, it was as if Mercury constantly enveloped his whole body, with qi energy accompanying his shouts, his body sturdy like a bull or elephant.
Ordinary Magic landing on this fellow would either be worn away like a clay ox entering the sea or fail to break his defense, unable to strike him.
In fighting such a person, one must not engage in prolonged battle, only quick combat; if several strikes miss, one should flee immediately, and be even more vigilant of being grabbed by him.
In addition, the 《Bronze Skin Iron Body Protective Seal Skill》 originally had no weak point, but Xiao Li Li had said that her father Xiao Hu once fought desperately and left a weak point wound at Ling Bai Quan’s neck, which took days to heal.
And just now, Fang Shu remembered this, and he also had the Dragon Seeking Gold Worm with him, which could check the flow of Qi and Blood.
He vaguely saw a faint weakness in the Qi and Blood at one side of Ling Bai Quan’s neck, so he immediately took a risk, leaped over, and struck there fiercely.
As a result, this spot was indeed the Magic weak point; his strike hit true, and the Tongue Sword successfully broke Ling Bai Quan’s Magic.
Then, like a butcher dissecting an ox, he followed this fellow’s Tendons and Bones and musculature, neatly gouging out his head, flipped it, broke free from the opponent’s hugging counterattack, thus letting the opponent hold his own fine head in his arms.
At the scene, Fang Shu stood straight in front of Ling Bai Quan’s body.
He looked at the iron-tower body with blood gushing like a spring, slowly kneeling down, a momentary sigh in his eyes.
Although this clash today was the opponent being unlucky, with him seeing through this fiend’s weakness and taking advantage, a defeat was still a defeat.
This was life-and-death combat, not arena play.
No matter how iron-willed you are, heaven’s proud son, or fierce as fire, the defeated have no chance to try again; dead is dead.
After pondering in his heart several times, besides the sigh, a surge of pride rose in Fang Shu’s heart.
Up to this day, Dojo prodigies who once saw him as nothing now also fell defeated under his sword, dying of qi exhaustion.
Next, he carried the Tongue Sword, simply took the Precious Blood that could be taken from Ling Bai Quan’s body, as well as several obvious Goods, then quickly headed toward where the Immortal Sect envoys were.
Today was the examination; handing in the task quickly was the most important.
As for Ling Bai Quan’s entire corpse’s Bones, it was inconvenient to grope carefully, nor worth it.
Rustle.
When Fang Shu slew Ling Bai Quan with one sword and quickly left, right behind him, a figure was crouched low in a gully, following the same route, coming from the Mine Tunnel.
Qin Min’s entire Bones were shattered; even with a life-saving Talisman, it could only let her escape, stimulating her Qi and Blood, unable to repair her injuries.
Now she was like a Rat, only able to hide in the gutters, afraid of being blocked by others.
Even so, every segment of distance she traveled, she would spit out a mouthful of blood, and in the blood water were Organ fragments, chilling her heart.
“I can’t, I can’t die here, I still have my sister… I have a Spiritual Root, even if I fail this time, the Autumn Examination… I will definitely make it up the mountain.” She still held onto the last thread of hope.
This woman walked, stopped, even crawled, constantly approaching the Immortal Sect envoy. Only by crawling near the Immortal Sect envoy was there possibly a slim chance of survival.
Roar! Pfft!
Suddenly, she heard a roar from ahead, and a figure blocking the front, scaring her face even paler, feeling the road ahead closed.
But immediately after, there was another pfft, and a familiar figure leaped onto the opponent like taking chestnuts from the fire, ending the iron-tower figure with one sword.
Qin Min watched the scene ahead in disbelief.
That figure, that sword-wielding method, she was very familiar with; even that iron-tower figure, she knew who it was—the latter was a top disciple of Shao Wei Guan, sure to enter the Immortal Sect this time!
“This, how is this possible…” In an instant, Qin Min’s mood became incomparably complex.
She even wanted to make a sound to attract Fang Shu’s attention, but after Fang Shu roughly packed up, he already carried the burlap sack and quickly left, not even glancing at her in the gutter.
………………
The next several hundred steps.
Apart from what seemed like a Rat moving behind, no one dared to block Fang Shu’s path; he smoothly reached within a hundred steps of the two Immortal Sect envoys.
A boundary line was drawn at the hundred-step range; no one dared to fight inside it.
When Fang Shu arrived, several figures were already standing inside the circle; among them, someone had even more Unmelted Bones in hand than him, with even denser Yin Energy.
Some had few Unmelted Bones in hand, visible panic and hesitation on their faces, constantly eyeing others’ Unmelted Bones.
Some were covered in blood, face pale as paper, in a heavily injured state, sitting on the ground panting, with no Unmelted Bones in hand.
Fang Shu calmly only focused on observing the one in the field with the most Unmelted Bones.
Squeak squeak!
Rat cries came from the other’s black Robe, as if conversing.
So that person also noticed Fang Shu’s gaze; his face was hidden in the black Robe hood, looked back at him, then proactively nodded in greeting.
Fang Shu was slightly stunned, nodded in response, then found a spot at the scene to rest.
This Rat-crying figure in the Robe bore the Black Tiger Hall emblem, which reminded him of the guy named “Rat Lord” he had heard mentioned in the mouths of two Black Tiger Hall disciples.
Next, the people who entered the circle were mostly patiently waiting.
During this, only two minor incidents occurred.
One was an examinee with few Unmelted Bones shamelessly chatting up the two Immortal Sect envoys, wanting to store his Unmelted Bones inside the circle and go out to find more.
The response to him was a slap from the Immortal Sect envoy from afar, directly sending his Unmelted Bones flying out.
Unmelted Bones scattered inside and outside the circle, immediately causing that examinee to hurriedly pick them up; some other examinees with few Unmelted Bones also sneaked some.
As for the second incident, another person crawled back from the Mine on the brink of death, his miserable state worse than all the injured present.
Fang Shu looked up, his eyelid twitching slightly.
He had recognized the newcomer; this worm-like crawling guy was Qin Min.
This woman hadn’t died, but was no different from dead.
Some examinees around seemed to know Qin Min too; they cast various gazes—some gloating, some mocking, some pitying, some suspiciously uncertain.
Fang Shu glanced and withdrew his attention; he chose to continue sitting cross-legged in Nourishment, restoring his energy, not wasting a moment.
Although the third stage had ended, who knew if the Immortal Sect envoys would have other ideas and cause more trouble. Thus, he had to seize the time to recover as much as possible.
Although he didn’t pay attention to Qin Min, when Qin Min crawled over to beside Fang Shu, Fang Shu didn’t drive her away.
Up close, Qin Min’s injuries were even more evident.
This woman’s Bones from chest and abdomen downward were already twisted, seemingly without sensation; her condition was severe compared even to Xiao Li Li’s back then, clearly just held up by willpower.
Qin Min lay low beside him, borrowing Fang Shu’s residual might for protection, arduously biting open various Medicine Bottles in her bosom, lying on the ground to take medicine, spitting and eating repeatedly.
After finally hanging onto life, she arduously flipped herself over, numbly staring at the sky, tears streaming down her face.
The night was pitch black.
Figures kept rushing in from outside the circle, and various gazes were cast toward her, all pitying or mocking.
Among them, two gazes were quite chilling, but held back by something, not daring to sneak up for a dark kill.
The examinees were of all sorts.
Fang Shu sat among them, breathing long and steady, body like a Bronze Bell, with even Moonlight falling from the sky onto him, giving off a few traces of pure white glow, aiding his breathing and recovery.
Finally.
When the sky was dim, the Mine’s deathly silence and lead-iron Yin Energy had no more shouts of killing.
At this time, the Immortal Sect envoy’s voice slowly rang out:
“Today’s Spring Examination ends here.”
Beginning of the month, seeking Monthly Tickets.
