The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 193: The Martial Academy Competition - Novel Cool

Chapter 193: The Martial Academy Competition

Chapter 193: The Martial Academy Competition

Emperor Yin burst into hearty laughter, his good mood prompting him to immediately agree, "We'll let you down later so you can let off some steam."

He laughed, addressing Qian Sanjiang, "This guy, he really holds grudges. He can't even bear this slight. With this temperament, you two will have to help me train him in the future."

"We'll do our best," they both readily agreed.

"Shall we walk back?"

"Let's take the flying boat! We'll enjoy it."

Emperor Yin chuckled, "Halfway there, we'll let Night Demon down, and the three of us will run."

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang both rolled their eyes, "We've never seen such favoritism. Your disciple isn't even on the flying boat, and you're already starting to run."

Emperor Yin scolded with a smile, "You two are the ones talking nonsense."

He waved his hand, "Let's go, get on the flying boat!"

...

The flying boat rose into the air.

Fang Che, of course, was seated in the VIP cabin with Qian Sanjiang.

Looking at the white clouds outside, he couldn't help but feel that this was a good thing.

"There's something else."

Fang Che said, "Master, my Night Demon identity really can't be exposed. I killed too many people inside this time. By the end, I was so bloodthirsty that I was afraid I wouldn't make the top three, so I killed whoever I met, including quite a few from the headquarters."

Emperor Yin glared at him, "Do you think I need you to tell me this? Otherwise, why wouldn't I take this good opportunity to build relationships and visit the headquarters? Why would I just slip away? It's not like I'm sending you off in a hurry."

Emperor Yin's words were a bit self-flattering.

Now, many at the headquarters were in mourning. Who would be in the mood for visits? Everyone had fled, fearing they would be caught and held accountable.

Naturally, Emperor Yin was no exception.

But now, he wanted to establish himself as a good master, and no one dared to expose him.

"Yes, yes, Master, you are truly farsighted."

Fang Che flattered him, "But... Although they can't find me, they might pressure you, Master. Perhaps they'll even cause trouble for our Unified Heart Sect, and you, Master, will have to take the blame for your disciple... I feel guilty towards you, Master."

Emperor Yin waved his hand, saying magnanimously, "It's not a big deal."

He had thought about these matters many times.

Following past precedents, he felt it wouldn't be a big issue. So, he patted his chest, taking full responsibility.

Soon, they arrived above a mountain forest. Emperor Yin stopped the flying boat and looked around before landing.

Then, he let Fang Che down, saying, "After watching the excitement, hurry back. Regarding your appointment, I'll make some adjustments. You should be prepared to take on more responsibilities."

"Yes, Master," Fang Che bowed and bid farewell, then disappeared in an instant.

"Be careful!" Emperor Yin shouted from behind, exasperated, "This monkey, he ran off before I finished talking! He's becoming less and less respectful towards me."

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang were speechless.

If we agreed with you, we'd probably be scolded...

Isn't it obvious that Night Demon is your favorite now?! You're more attentive to him than to your own children...

Emperor Yin retracted the flying boat and watched Fang Che leave, sighing, "Let's go."

At this moment, he felt a bit reluctant to part.

Qian Sanjiang asked, "Master, what are your thoughts on Night Demon?"

"Let's discuss it along the way."

Emperor Yin was in a good mood, "Let's find a place first. The three of us will have a good drink. We'll celebrate our victory. Also, I'll give you two some benefits since we won so many divine crystals."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Great! I'll get drunk with you."

The two were delighted.

The three demon lords, feeling refreshed, left together, instantly disappearing into the forest.

...

At this moment, in the heart of Zhongyuan.

In Tian Du, the capital of Zhongzhou.

At the Heavenly Man Martial Academy.

The place was bustling with voices.

The cheers were so loud they seemed to shake the entire venue.

Today was the semi-finals! All martial arts academies finally emerged with the top four.

In the first year, the top four were the Heavenly Man Martial Academy, White Cloud Martial Academy, West Continent Martial Academy, and Great Derivation Martial Academy.

In the second year, the top four were the Heavenly Man, White Cloud, East Continent, and Great Derivation.

In the third year, the top four were the Heavenly Man, White Cloud, Sword South, and Capital East.

In the fourth year, the top four were the Heavenly Man, White Cloud, Capital East, and Great Derivation.

In the fifth year, the top four were the Heavenly Man, White Cloud, Great Derivation, and Sword South.

Currently underway was the battle for the top four in the fifth year.

The White Cloud Martial Academy faced their strongest opponent, the Heavenly Man Martial Academy.

The intensity of this battle was heart-pounding to watch.

The five participants from the White Cloud Martial Academy were Wu Zhi Bing, Hua Kai Xie, Jun He Fang, Dong Yun Yu, and Meng Yuan Hang.

Currently fighting on the field were Wu Zhi Bing and the opponent's top seed, Shui Lian Jiang.

Below, at the White Cloud Martial Academy's spectator stand, Dong Yun Yu had unnatural fractures in his arms and legs, and a physician was treating him.

Hua Kai Xie was covered in injuries, with one arm hanging limply, also receiving treatment.

Meng Yuan Hang had a patch of blood on his chest.

Jun He Fang didn't have any injuries, but he coughed a few times, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The first four matches were a draw.

Meng Yuan Hang lost one match but consumed the opponent's second seed.

Jun He Fang fought for his life and won one move, evening the score.

Dong Yun Yu lost, and because he was too arrogant, too harsh in his insults, and too aggressive, the opponent, unable to bear it any longer, directly broke his limbs.

As the final match approached, the two contestants, battered and bruised, fought with such intensity that one of them lost an arm, forcing the other out of the arena.

In the previous four battles, the spectators' hearts were gripped with tension.

The two top students from the renowned martial arts academies were risking their lives in this fierce battle.

They were staking their lives to uphold the honor of their respective academies.

Many teachers from both academies were watching with eager anticipation.

This was the last match, and the winner would advance to the finals.

The loser would have to settle for third place.

Mo Gan and his peers sat in the first-year section, their eyes fixed on the stage.

Their eyes blazed with battle intent.

Jun Hefang and his team, including Dong Yunyu, were so severely injured that they should have been carried off for treatment long ago.

But as they were leaving the stage, they all had one request: "Don't take us away. We want to stay here and watch. We must see how you win!"

Wu Zhi Bing, in his white robe, looked like a handsome snow-capped mountain as a cold breeze blew past him.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, countless female students below shouted so loudly it seemed they would pierce the heavens.

His opponent, Shui Lianjiang, was the top genius of Tianren Martial Academy.

The two had been rivals since their first year, battling each other year after year.

Wu Zhi Bing had lost to Shui Lianjiang for four consecutive years, never once gaining the upper hand.

At this momentous reunion, both sides were filled with anticipation.

"The previous matches were quite intense."

Shui Lianjiang smiled and said, "I thought I wouldn't have to fight you, but it seems we can't avoid this battle."

Wu Zhi Bing replied calmly, "If we don't fight, wouldn't it leave a regret?"

"Then, do you still have the shadow of losing to me for four consecutive years?"

Shui Lianjiang smiled and asked, "If you still carry that shadow, I'm afraid your chances today won't be good. Old Wu, admitting defeat isn't shameful."

Wu Zhi Bing responded calmly, "The past is behind us. I never dwell on it. Besides, I know I can win back what I've lost!"

He raised his eyes, and his gaze became as sharp as a divine sword, revealing his hidden prowess.

"Is that so?"

Shui Lianjiang burst into laughter. Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed, and his long sword unsheathed, emitting a dazzling light that soared into the sky.

Wu Zhi Bing stepped forward, and with a wave of his hands, a buzzing sound filled the air.

His long spear shook, and a circular aura, a yard in diameter, appeared, lingering for a long time.

"The stick fears the nodding spear!"

Wu Zhi Bing's skill with the spear had clearly reached an extremely high level.

This wasn't an ordinary spear but was made from a meteorite!

This spear, Wu Zhi Bing's signature weapon, weighed a staggering 375 pounds!

On the grand platform, a young man in a white robe stood tall. His sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, muscular arms, slender waist, broad shoulders, and long legs held the spear firmly.

This sight made countless girls' eyes sparkle with admiration.

Although Shui Lianjiang's appearance was also impressive, when compared to Wu Zhi Bing, he seemed to pale in comparison.

A loud bang sounded, followed by a dazzling explosion of light, like fireworks.

In an instant, two white shadows flipped and twisted, but in a flash, they became indistinguishable.

The two referees on the stage widened their eyes, fully focused on the match.

Both participants had reached the Emperor Rank, and the intensity of their battle was already formidable.

Moreover, if they were fighting to the death, it would be over in the blink of an eye!

If one wasn't vigilant, it would be too late to react.

Even though the referees were at the Monarch Rank, they dared not relax their vigilance.

In their hearts, they silently prayed that these two geniuses would at least give a warning before unleashing their deadly moves, giving others a chance to prepare.

Or at least, they should give a shout as a warning.

Otherwise... if such geniuses were to fall in the academy's competition, they would never be able to hold their heads high for the rest of their lives!

Even the academy would be shamed!

The swishing sounds on the stage became louder and more urgent.

The sword was like a tiger leaping out of the mountains, and the spear was like a dragon diving into the sea.

One was ever-changing, and the other was steady as a pillar.

The faint sounds of collisions kept ringing out.

"Ding ding dang ding ding..."

It was like the wind rustling through lotus leaves and rain pattering on banana leaves.

The white shadows danced, and Wu Zhi Bing, with his tall and slender figure, flipped backward, swiftly retreating five steps. Shui Lianjiang's sword light surged like a raging tide, chasing after him.

Wu Zhi Bing twisted his waist and shouted, "Take this!"

His spear suddenly shot out from his side like an angry python.

Its force was like thunderous rage and lightning striking down.

In an instant, the spear had already reached Shui Lianjiang's chest, piercing through; but Shui Lianjiang's body melted away, revealing it was just a phantom, and his true body had already reached Wu Zhi Bing's side, with his sword light flashing like lightning.

Wu Zhi Bing's spear, which had left his hand in the eyes of the spectators, suddenly returned, and he unleashed a storm of attacks, slamming down towards Shui Lianjiang's head.

Several loud bangs echoed.

Both contestants leaped into the air, and in mid-air, the spear and sword clashed like thunder and lightning, their battle reaching a fever pitch!

Wu Zhi Bing's tall figure moved with graceful ease.

Shui Lianjiang's movements were swift and agile, captivating the audience.

(End of Chapter)

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