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Mao Jun shook his head: "Brother Hua is belittling himself, I, as a boor, can see that you are a talent. It is truly a fortune for anyone to win over to your side."
"Brother is too generous, I do not dare to join the Hua family. If there is no way out in the future, I will join your army."
"That's what I wish for! When the time comes, us brothers will fight side by side and kill each other and drink wine! We'll be so happy!" Mao Jun lamented.
He was born into a military family and had always been fascinated by the battlefield.
Hua Ruge smiled. He had something on his mind, so he didn't chat about the things that he normally did with her.
On the other side, the supervisor said: "It's rare that the Prince Fu would come to compete, so why not come up and compete, and let Prince Fu see our skills."
Hua Shengxiong smiled as he nodded and said, "Whoever wins today, I will be the lucky one."
Just as his voice faded, a young man around the age of twenty jumped onto the stage and said, "This one is here to lead the way. Who dares to come up and enlighten me?"
The first person to go on stage was actually a Battle Master.
"Allow me."
The man who walked up was a Soul Master of the sixth step, and it looked like he was evenly matched.
Hua Ruge crossed her arms across her chest as she quietly watched on. Today, no matter what, she would not come up on stage. Her way out was not the Hua Family, but Hall of Sages.
Soul Master was of the wind attribute, and his reaction control was extremely precise. Battle Master's judgement was very good, and his body was very flexible, with all of his unique characteristics.
She did indeed frown slightly.
"What's wrong?" Tuoba Yu had always been the most careful, and when he saw Yue Yang frown, he asked softly.
"Besides their strength, the battle prowess of these two are very high." She meant skill and experience.
"Each academy teaches different people, and Royal College places a greater emphasis on the increase of their strength. They talk about one person defeating ten intellect in one go."
"That's one thing." Hua Ruge paused for a moment before continuing, "The two of them look different because they come from two inconspicuous commoner academies, but they all share a common denominator."
Tuoba Yu listened seriously.
"That means your combat skills are pretty good, which means this is what you lack in Royal College." Hua Ruge analyzed.
Tuoba Yu nodded his head: "It is indeed so, but it is not because of the lack of Royal College. Because the academy has abundant resources, we do not have to rely on actual combat to increase it, so we are not adept at combat."
"To put it bluntly, it's just a bunch of embroidered pillows." Hua Ruge continued: "Looks like we have to be careful in the future."
"Right, it's fine if the ones who come from these commoner academies are weak, but those who are strong are difficult characters to deal with." Tuoba Yu said.
Hua Ruge felt that this made sense. Thinking about it, a commoner academy might not even be able to eat a few medicinal pellets that were distributed in large batches like the Royal College they received every month.
In a situation where resources were already limited, he was still able to have such a strong strength. He had to either put in effort, be it willpower, or have a lot combat experience.
The aristocracy of the Great Zheng only occupied a tenth of the population. Naturally, the chances of a fierce person appearing were much lower than the commoners.
The battle continued up there, and it was still the Soul Master who was blessed by the heavens that obtained the victory.
Battle Master stepped down while clutching his chest, followed by a sixth stage earth attribute Soul Master, the type of Soul Master with the strongest defense.
Hua Ruge carefully observed the characteristics of these people and noted them down one by one. If she were to meet them in the arena in the future, she would be a bit more confident.
The competition lasted from morning until noon. During this period, countless people were injured and left the stage. The ones fighting on the stage were two 1-star Battle Master s.
Whether it was because their strength was inferior or because they had saved their strength to participate in the Hall of Sages selection, the number of people who were eager to give it a try finally lessened. It was likely that they would soon be able to confirm who the arena master was today.
"The arena master must be one of them." Mao Jun discussed.
Tuoba Yu nodded his head: "I also have the same feeling. The two people on the stage are both very strong, that white-clothed person might be slightly weaker, but since he relied on his moves to make heavy moves, who knows, he might actually succeed."
Hua Ruge did not listen to their discussion, but carefully observed their techniques. She realised that although the world valued one's own strength, their techniques were not completely baseless and crude. For example, the two people on the stage paid more attention to their techniques.
Of course, it was inferior to the ancient martial arts that Hua Ruge had learnt before.
The collision between the two figures on the stage was extremely intense.
The azure-robed man had a solid foundation and held the upper hand.
The white-clothed man relied on his trickery and ruthlessness, but after a long time, he also revealed a defeated look.
Finally, the green clothed man made his move after a few rounds of complete suppression, his sword piercing straight towards the white clothed man's shoulder.
The white-clothed man knew that this sword was unavoidable. Logically speaking, he should have retreated and admitted defeat. However, instead of retreating, he chose to advance instead.
Hua Ruge's pupils shrank, he knew that it was not good.
Indeed, when the man in white approached, blood spurted out from his shoulder due to the longsword.
The light robed man didn't expect this. He stared blankly at the sword that had pierced into the white clothed man's shoulder.
The white-clothed man had already swung his sword towards the green-clothed man's throat at the moment of bullying. He had always practiced this sort of move. It wasn't used for a competition, but for killing.
However, there was no limit to the rules in all of the arena battle competitions. Even if Zheng wanted to kill someone, he would only recognize the winner.
The light robed man only recovered from his shock for a split-second after injuring him, but victory and death were usually decided in an instant. He only had enough time to think about one thing, and the white sword had already arrived in front of him.
The light robed man could feel something cold touch his neck.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the sword, and the impact of the Rank 4 Soul Art stopped the sword in its tracks.
The white-clothed man's hand that was holding onto his sword could not help but tremble. He was slightly numbed by the electric current.
Below, Hua Ruge gently rotated the soul storage ring on his hand and let out a sigh of relief.
The azure-clothed man used his sword to block and deflected the white-clothed man's sword. It could be considered as having escaped the danger in front of him.
However, although he was not injured by the sword, his arteries were also cut by the sword beams, and blood flowed profusely.
Hua Ruge jumped onto the stage and held down the man, tightly grabbing onto the bleeding artery. After the bleeding stopped, he took out a healing pellet and placed it on the injured artery.
The pill dissolved upon contact with blood and quickly repaired the injured artery, stopping the bleeding.
This was what Hua Ruge thought after seeing Lan Bing'er's injury. Not only him, but even the pill formulas did not mention this type of injury.
Thus, after researching for a while and using the knowledge from her previous life, she bought an upgraded version of medicinal herbs to treat her external injuries and presented it as a pill.
She also added in a lot of wind elements to make the pill's absorbability faster and better. Thus, after a period of time, this pill appeared, and she named it the Muscle Pill.
Other than serving the sable as a snack, this was the first time he tried it out. It seemed to be quite successful.
She was focused on saving people, causing the people below to be stunned. When everyone was paying attention to the sword, it was already close to their throats, and they were even late to shout out loud.
The Battle Master s were more sensitive, but they could not react in time.
It was able to determine the sword's intention, make a decision immediately, and even accurately smash into the rapidly moving sword.
His reaction speed, mental strength, and adaptability were all unimaginably fast.
And that pill, was it an immortal pill? How could he heal a person in an instant?
Hua Shengxiong squinted his eyes on the stage, with a look of praise on his face. After watching for so long today, he felt that the young lad in front of him was pleasing to the eye. Although he did not make a move, he was sure that a person with this mentality would not be too weak.
He was not lacking in strong people, but he did not have many smart people.
He liked it.
"Thank you for saving me, brother. I will be extremely grateful. In the future, if you need me, I will do my best." The light robed man stood up and expressed his gratitude.
"It's nothing, no need to be polite." Hua Ruge's voice was bland, and very chivalrous.
With so many people here, he should at least pretend.
The Soul Master felt that they were seeing things. Was this the same person who used a stick to beat people up the other day?
The man in white opposite him had hatred and gratitude in his eyes. He hated her for not letting him win and was grateful for not letting him kill her. The mood was complex.
"Alright!"
The sound of applause, came from the Hua Shengxiong above.
Hua Ruge raised her eyebrows, and was preparing to step down. She was just a passerby who helped out, it was about time for her to retreat.
"Little brother, come here." Hua Shengxiong waved and looked at Hua Ruge.
Hua Ruge's breath tightened, but still calmly walked over, she firmly believed that the man in front of her did not recognize her.
She was not more than seven years old when she was kicked out from her home. Now, eight years had passed and she had once again submitted to the Shape-Changing Pill. Although her appearance had not changed, no one would ever connect her with that trash Hua Ruge from back then.
There was a distance between the stage and the spectating platform, so Hua Shengxiong was not able to see Hua Ruge's face clearly, he could only praise: "Such a young age and yet he is so brave, truly a young genius."
The steward at the side also agreed, "Duke of Guo's eyes are bright. I feel that this child is extraordinary the moment I see him."
His words were definitely not flattery, but the truth. Ordinary people would not dare to hit a manager without even saying a word. Furthermore, it would be useless to hit him.
Hua Ruge gradually walked in and the look he gave Hua Shengxiong became even clearer. This man didn't seem to age after eight years, either. It seemed that without a mother or himself, Hua Shengxiong's life would not be affected at all.
How kind.
He wondered if he would dream of that haggard woman, of that little girl kneeling on the ground, begging him.
When Hua Shengxiong saw Hua Ruge clearly, a strange expression flashed across his face. He felt that this boy looked similar to that woman, similar to that peerless face in the world.
However, he soon understood. The ugliness in this world was different, but beauty had its own reasons. If that young man didn't look like that woman, he wouldn't have felt that he was so good-looking.
"Good child, what's your name?" When he got near, Hua Shengxiong asked.
Hua Ruge looked straight at him, and replied without any emotion. "Hua Ruge."
Hua Shengxiong's smiling face froze.