C122 Each Depended on Their Own Means
C122 Each Depended on Their Own Means
Putting everything else aside, Senior Xingbei's current posture was still very intimidating. Lightning was rippling on his body, his hair was standing up, and his clothes were fluttering even though there was no wind. There was even lightning in his eyes.
"I want... I want..."
Senior Xingbei let out a deep voice that sounded like thunder. Yang Zhen drew out his broken sword solemnly.
Drawing his weapon was obviously a sign of respect for the strong. No matter what, the rippling energy on Senior Xingbei's body had already made Yang Zhen feel threatened.
Suddenly, Senior Xingbei's body started to shake.
On the grandstand, many warriors stretched their necks and stared with their eyes wide open.
Was he going to use a big move?
Yang Zhen also began to release all of the martial qi in his body. His martial qi was also different from the others. It was like armor, like scales.
This was definitely the effect of a special skill. Ordinary high-grade cultivation techniques might not even have this effect.
Senior Xingbei stretched out his hand and leaned his body forward slightly. The lightning on his body began to emit crackling sounds.
Someone in the stands had already shouted.
"He's going to release the lightning!"
"It's an ultimate move! It's definitely an ultimate move!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw smoke rising from the top of Senior Xingbei's head. Then, white foam started to flow out of Senior Xingbei's mouth.
"Oh my god, could it be that it's a life exchanging technique that hurts both the user and the person? That's too much!"
"This is a true martial artist, this is a true martial artist!"
The people on the viewing platforms all began to roar out loud. It was as if Senior Xingbei's fighting spirit was like a flame that ignited their enthusiasm.
But in the next moment, Senior Xingbei's entire body convulsed and he fell to the ground. This time, it didn't seem like he was going to fight with his life on the line. Furthermore, Senior Xingbei was foaming at the mouth, and at the end, he said, "I want... I want to die. Help!"
His voice clearly reached the ears of the people around him. Yang Zhen's face darkened.
The enthusiasm of the martial artists who were still cheering came to an abrupt stop. A few of them wanted to take off their clothes and wave them around, but they obediently put them back on!
Then, two deacons came forward to Senior Xingbei's side. After checking Senior Xingbei's breathing and condition, they said, "He is unconscious and disqualified from the competition. Yang Zhen, victory! "
"Cheh!"
Yang Zhen let out a snort of contempt from his nostrils. He shook his head and waved his hand, then turned around and left. In the audience stands, all the managers laughed.
However, this situation was very normal. It was obvious that Senior Xingbei had just activated his innate talent and would not be able to control it at all. Adding on the fact that his innate talent was too strong and his own attributes were too low... As a result, he was electrocuted before anyone else could even electrocute him.
Lo Tian secretly wiped the sweat off his forehead when he saw Senior Xingbei being carried away. When he first activated his innate talent, it was fortunate that he hadn't encountered such a situation. Otherwise, he might have been burnt to a crisp.
Indeed, the path of a martial artist was full of surprises. Lo Tian, on the other hand, felt somewhat relieved about the useless mental talent. If it was useless, then so be it. As long as he didn't hurt himself first.
After the end of this competition, there was only one last match left. There were still two people that Lo Tian knew. Hsu Yiheng and Senior Fengyuan.
Lo Tian was well aware of Senior Fengyuan's strength. He was slightly stronger than Senior Xingbei, but his strength was limited. All of his attributes added up to less than 500. He estimated that he would definitely lose against Hsu Yiheng. Especially since Hsu Yiheng had displayed the exquisite mental talent in front of everyone. He estimated that even if he added another student... And there's no chance of winning.
This competition would depend on how Hsu Yiheng wanted to win. Could Senior Fengyuan also achieve some breakthrough like Senior Xingbei?
As he was thinking, the deacon had already announced that the three of them would sign the life and death contract.
However, after the deacon shouted three times, only Hsu Yiheng stood up. Taking a step forward, Hsu Yiheng walked forward and said in a clear voice, "There is no need to compete. The other two have already told me to admit defeat! If you don't believe me, you can ask. "
As he spoke, Hsu Yiheng gently waved his hand. Senior Fengyuan and the other student really stood up.
This situation was shocking. Immediately after, Senior Fengyuan and the other student said at the same time, "I admit defeat!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, there was an uproar both inside and outside the arena. This was probably the first time in so many years that the provincial capital examination had encountered such a situation.
Even the governor stood up. Lei Jian also crossed his arms and smiled, "Interesting!"
Attendants looked at each other. They looked at each other and had no idea. It was Deacon Zhang who came to Senior Fengyuan's side. He stretched out his hand and gently patted Senior Fengyuan's forehead. In an instant, Senior Fengyuan fell into Deacon Zhang's arms like mud.
Deacon Zhang's face was filled with anger. He said coldly, "Before the competition, you used the mental talent to attack them?"
Hsu Yiheng did not admit it, nor did he deny it. He just smiled and said, "Deacon Zhang, do you want them to continue the competition with me?"
Deacon Zhang's face was full of anger, but he did not know what to do. Logically speaking, attacking other students in private was definitely not possible. At the very least, he would be disqualified. However, it was very difficult to obtain any evidence regarding mental attacks. At this moment, it was not impossible for Hsu Yiheng to say that the two of them had fainted due to fear!
"Today's trial ends here!"
Deacon Zhang could only say this in the end. Hsu Yiheng smiled slightly, then bowed to the audience. No matter how elegant he was, it could not hide the evil smile on his face.
If Yang Zhen's smile was said to make the audience feel disgusted, they would want to throw the thing in their hands out. Then Hsu Yiheng's smile, in the eyes of many martial artists, was a chilling sneer. It was filled with killing intent, evil, and unconcealable ferocity.
After doing all this, Hsu Yiheng turned around and left. The third round of the trial had actually been interrupted because of this. Deacon Zhang whispered a few words to the other deacons. Immediately, the other deacons began announcing to everyone that today's competition would end here. The following competition would continue tomorrow.
All the spectators also left one after another, discussing endlessly. Although the leaders of the various major powers were frowning, they could understand the reason why Martial Tower did this.
After all, this kind of thing was somewhat troublesome, and they needed time to discuss it. It was not a big deal for them, who had come to recruit people, to delay for a day. In any case, recruiting people was originally a matter of time.
Nowadays, it was really too difficult to recruit a good seedling with potential. The various major powers were all powerful people, so they could take advantage of this opportunity to think of more methods.
Moreover, their harvest today was already not small. At least, that Lo Tian was enough to cause all the major powers to fight over him.
Next, they would have to rely on their own means!