Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter Eight Are you sure you want to fight me?

"Brother Tiger is coming!"

Hearing Guo Fengxing's words, everyone cheered up and cheered, brows filled with excitement.

Shi Hu, a fourth-level martial artist, is second in the class.

With him, this game is not a problem.

Shi Hu snorted, raised his chin, and jumped onto the competition stage with a look of arrogance on his face. There was deep disdain in his eyes.

It's no wonder that Chen Sheng is a level behind him. It's really not challenging for such a person to be an opponent.

Seeing Shi Hu, Chen Sheng trembled, fear flashed in his small eyes.

Obviously, he had also heard of Shi Hu's name.

"Ms. Guo, can I abstain?" Chen Sheng swallowed, glanced at Guo Fengxing, and asked worriedly.

Hearing this, Class Three exploded in an instant.

"Fatty, what are you talking about?"

"That's right, do you still want to be in the third class?"

"Don't be cowardly, just do it!"

A group of people from Class 3 immediately shouted loudly.

Shi Hu also sneered, and said, "Fat pig, are you scared? If you're scared, get out of here. You guys in class three are a bunch of cowards, aren't you?"

"Hahahaha!" The students in Class 1 burst out laughing.

Hearing this, Chen Sheng's expression turned a little ugly, but with so many people looking at him now, he had no choice but to act.

Chen Sheng let out a strange cry of "Wow", and rushed out bravely.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook his head, looked away, and had no desire to watch any more. When the two sides are fighting, morale is very important. Chen Sheng has already shown his timidity before the fight, so it doesn't matter if the result of this match is ignored.

really--

"boom"!

Within five minutes, a figure flew out from the competition platform, and Chen Sheng's fat body rolled down, screaming on the ground. His face, knees, and palms were all worn out, with bright red blood oozing out, and he looked extremely distressed.

In five minutes, the winner has been decided.

This is the level gap.

And everything was within Yang Chen's expectations.

"Second match, Shi Hu wins!" Guo Fengxing shouted loudly, and there was a burst of shouts from the first class.

Afterwards, Shi Hu was like a god of war, beating the students in class three continuously, winning seven or eight games in a row. Class Three's momentum is getting weaker and weaker, while Class One's voice is getting louder and louder.

However, this situation didn't last long until a young boy with a haughty look came up from the third class.

The young man was wearing a white shirt, carrying a long sword behind his back, elegant and handsome.

After he came up, he just kicked——

Shi Hu flew upside down and slammed heavily on the ground, ending his seven consecutive victories.

"Wu Jing!" The crowd immediately burst into exclamation.

"Wu Jing is so handsome!"

"That's right, I kicked that tiger away with one kick, it's so handsome!"

In the crowd, almost all the girls screamed, their eyes turned into love hearts, and they looked like nymphomaniacs at the boy in white. Even on Yang Chen's side, some girls began to cheer for this boy.

His limelight overwhelmed everyone else in an instant.

"Wu Jing?" Yang Chen narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed with thought.

This Wu Jing is the first genius in the third class. He is a martial artist at the fifth level. He is quite strong, even in the whole grade, he can be ranked in the top five.

In terms of strength, Ling Yuyao might not be his opponent either.

"No wonder, he was able to kick the stone tiger away with one kick." Yang Chen narrowed his eyes and said with a faint smile.

On the martial arts stage, Wu Jing glanced at the stone tiger on the ground, and said with a sneer, "What stone tiger? I think it should be called a stone dog. Are the people in your class like this?"

Hearing this, the boys in Class 1 instantly looked ugly, but due to Wu Jing's strength, they dared not speak out.

"Why, aren't you convinced?" Wu Jing smiled lightly, then touched the long sword behind him, and said, "I don't even need to draw the sword to deal with you."

"Ah! So handsome!"

"As expected of Wu Jing, he speaks so imposingly!"

"That's right, so handsome! My Wu Jing is the best!"

A group of girls immediately began to howl like ghosts and wolves.

"Sword?" Guo Fengxing frowned, looked at Teacher Tan beside him, and said, "Teacher Tan, I heard that Wu Jing is from the Imperial Martial Artists Association. Could the sword behind him be the Shocking Evil Sword?"

Teacher Tan smiled and said: "Although people in the Warrior Association can practice the Sword of Shocking Evil, this is not a sword of shocking evil, but an ordinary sword. The real sword of shocking evil is with the president of the association."

"President... Is it Senior Wu?" Guo Fengxing was taken aback, and said in surprise, "So, Wu Jing belongs to Senior Wu..."

"That's right, Wu Jing is the grandson of Senior Wu." Teacher Tan nodded and said, "As the descendant of Senior Wu, Wu Jing's Sword of Shocking Evil can be said to be the best used among the juniors, even in the Warrior Association. I can't find anyone who is better than him. If he can lose to Wu Jing, Shi Hu will not lose."

Hearing this, Guo Fengxing smiled wryly and nodded, as a tacit consent.

Of course he knew the horror of the Sword of Shocking Evil.

At that time, Wu Jing's grandfather, Wu Shanhe, created his own swordsmanship of shocking evil, and became the number one strongest in the empire within a thousand years, shaking the government and the public.

Under the shocking evil sword, the strong in the Wuzong realm also have to stay away.

With this sword, Wu Shanhe cut off the title of President of the Warrior Association.

Although Wu Shanhe is old now, no one in the empire dares to disrespect him. Even if the Qingfeng Empire's sage comes personally, he should respectfully call him an old senior.

"I didn't expect to be able to see the successor of the Sword of Shocking Evil today. It seems that this friendly match was done right." Guo Fengxing took a deep breath and sighed.

"Mr. Guo, your wish may come true." Teacher Tan shook his head and said with a smile, "Don't say it's you, even I have never seen Wu Jing draw his sword, let alone see him use the Sword of Shocking Evil. You are going to be disappointed today!"

"Why?" Guo Fengxing was curious.

"Because no one has ever been able to force him to draw a sword!" Teacher Tan said indifferently: "In Wu Jing's opinion, these people are not worthy of him drawing a sword!"

...

On the martial arts competition stage, Wu Jing stood with his hands behind his back, majestic.

It seems that at this moment, he has become the center of the world.

"Sword of Shocking Evil..."

In the crowd, Yang Chen murmured, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

Many memories are recalled at this moment.

A long time ago, Yang Chen once rescued a little boy. This little boy liked to practice martial arts very much, so Yang Chen taught him a set of sword skills.

Later, many years passed.

When Yang Chen was traveling in the mainland, he could often hear about this boy's deeds.

I heard that he became a peerless swordsman...

With a sword, a chivalrous hero...

The moves he used were exactly the sword techniques Yang Chen had taught him back then.

"I didn't expect that little brat from back then is still alive?" Yang Chen raised his mouth slightly, and there was a little warmth in his eyes.

but……

The old man from back then has long been different, the little kid is no longer a kid, and he is not the person who clamored for Yang Chen to be held in his arms and always liked to hang his nose on his lips.

It's just that Yang Chen didn't expect...

When he taught swordsmanship back then, it was just to give the little boy more means of self-defense so that he would not be bullied in the future. However, he did not expect that his unintentional actions would become a legend in the world in the future.

Perhaps, this is good fortune tricking people.

...

"Ling Yuyao!"

Guo Feng walked up and said, "Next game, you are against Wu Jing!"

As soon as the words fell, a pure figure stepped out of the crowd, stepped on lotus steps, leaped delicately, and landed gently on the high platform.

The girl's face was indifferent, with seriousness on her delicate face.

"Ling Yuyao is on stage?"

"This is a good show to watch!"

"Ling Yuyao is the strongest in our class. Who is stronger between her and Wu Jing?"

Yang Chen raised his head, also showing curiosity, but this curiosity was not because of Ling Yuyao or Wu Jing.

It's the Sword of Shocking Evil.

He wanted to know, after 80,000 years, had his sword skills declined?

And following Guo Fengxing's order, Ling Yuyao and Wu Jing rushed towards each other instantly.

Ling Yuyao clasped her palms and five fingers together, the spiritual power fluctuated on it, and a light blue light shrouded it, and she patted towards Wu Jing opposite:

"Folding Wave Palm!"

The palm wind was like a sea wave, creating a series of ripples that twisted the air.

Facing this palm, Wu Jing didn't dodge or evade, and directly faced the attack, and also waved a palm:

"Paishan Palm!"

Peng!

The two palms touched together, and the shock force came immediately. Wu Jing only took two steps back, while Ling Yuyao, on the other hand, took seven or eight steps back and forth to barely stabilize her figure.

"Little girl, can't you? Why is this palm soft?" Wu Jing sneered and said disdainfully.

Hearing this, Ling Yuyao's complexion changed, her small face was annoyed, and she rushed up immediately, wrestling with Wu Jing.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook his head, already knowing the result in his heart.

Although Ling Yuyao and Wu Jing are at the same level, the former is just a girl after all, and she is far behind the other in both strength and speed. What's more, Wu Jing is a member of the Warrior Association, and has undergone strict training since he was a child.

This time, Ling Yuyao will definitely lose!

Sure enough, not long after, Ling Yuyao's steps became chaotic, and her palm movements began to lose rhythm. The little girl's face was flushed with anxiety, and her forehead was dripping with sweat.

With Wu Jing's backhand palm, Ling Yuyao fell directly to the ground and fell off the competition platform.

"I lost..." Ling Yuyao gritted her teeth and said unwillingly.

Hearing this, the students on Yang Chen's side were all ashamed.

"It's over, even Ling Yuyao lost, who else is his opponent?" A student smiled wryly.

The others were all hopeless, and couldn't help showing despair.

Even the strongest person in the class lost, who is still his opponent?

"Haha, I'm sorry, Mr. Guo, it seems that our third class is the champion this time." Mr. Tan said with a smile while helping the frame of his glasses.

Guo Fengxing's face was also a little ugly, and he said sullenly: "Next, Liu Shanshang!"

"Ah? I... I'll go?" A short student trembled and said with some fear.

"If you are told to do it, you do it. Where is there so much nonsense? Do you want to be punished to run away from the playground?" Guo Fengxing gave him a glare.

Hearing this, the student swallowed and could only bite the bullet.

However, he didn't even survive the two moves, and was kicked away by Wu Jing.

"Next, Jiang Yuan!"

boom!

Kick it away...

"Gu Dong!"

boom!

Kick it away...

"Taocheng!"

...

More than a dozen people in a row had the same ending. They didn't even persist for half of Ling Yuyao's time, and they were directly kicked off stage by Wu Jing.

Wu Jing is like the God of War, as if as long as he stands here, Class Three will never lose, and Class One will never recover...

"Is this all your strength?" Wu Jing sneered, and said, "It seems that the so-called first class is nothing more than that, don't you even have the strength to force me to draw a sword?"

"That's it!"

The students in class three also followed suit.

On Yang Chen's side, all the students had extremely ugly faces, with aggrieved expressions in their eyes.

Although they were upset, they couldn't say anything, after all, they really lost today.

And lose completely!

"Oh." Wu Jing shook his head, and said a little boringly: "At first, I thought I would meet some interesting people today, but I didn't expect that they were all such people? I really don't know how you got into Tianxing Academy with your strength. of?"

Wu Jing sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Wu Jingge, there are still people in their class who haven't appeared!" At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

As soon as these words came out, not only Wu Jing's people were stunned, but even the students in Class 1 were also stunned.

"Is there anyone in our class who didn't show up? Who is it?"

"Yeah, I remember they all appeared!"

"Whoever he is? Even Ling Yuyao lost, do you think there is anyone else who can deal with Wu Jing?"

On the martial arts training stage, Wu Jing frowned and said, "Is there anyone who didn't play? Who is it?"

"Wu Jingge, that's him!" A teenager suddenly shouted, pointing to the crowd opposite.

And where his finger pointed, there was a lonely figure sitting impressively.

"Yang Chen?" Ling Yuyao's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't this person Yang Chen?

"Damn it, don't tell me, it seems that Yang Chen really didn't play?"

"Are you an idiot? So what if this kind of thing is on the stage?"

"That's right, it's just a waste, what difference does it make if you don't play?"

Even the classmates in Yang Chen's own class were not very optimistic about Yang Chen.

Wu Jing carefully looked at the young man who stepped down from the stage.

Ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, from head to toe, without a trace of a strong man.

It looks like an ordinary product...

Wu Jing was a little bored, he hooked his fingers at Yang Chen, and said, "Come on, let me beat you quickly, so that this boring game can end quickly."

Under the stage, Yang Chen seemed to have heard Wu Jing's words, and raised his eyelids, with a slight smile on his face:

"Are you sure you want to fight me?"