Different Desires for Victory

He didn't make any arrangements for the doubles match, but everyone already knew the candidates. Hu Jixian and Ke Chajing are a tried-and-tested old partnership, so there's no need to say more. Liu Qingqing and Si Shuiyun have also performed well in this league and have developed a certain level of tacit understanding.

The others who weren't scheduled to play felt regretful but didn't object. Firstly, there was a gap in skill, and if they couldn't guarantee victory, playing in the finals would only harm themselves and others. Secondly, they were all injured, having already anticipated that they wouldn't be able to participate in the finals, so they played extremely hard in the previous matches. For example, Zeng Aniu ended up in the hospital because of it.

Hu Jixian turned to look at Ke Chajing: "I've finished speaking. Do you have anything to say?"

Before a decisive battle, it's only natural to say something to boost morale.

"Forget it, all I can say is 'Let's all beat him up,' let's let someone with more eloquence do it."

Si Ming noticed everyone's gaze was on him and asked in confusion, "Eh, me?"

"Of course, aren't you School of Fiction? And you write about national affairs, military conquest, and the like, so this should be easy for you."

But I rely on the plot, not the writing style.

But Si Ming knew he couldn't refuse, otherwise it would only affect everyone's morale, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward. Fortunately, he was never intimidated, and in fact, he could perform exceptionally well in critical moments, his mind racing and his thoughts flowing freely.

"If you're not arrogant when you're young, what will you have to talk about when you're old? Youthful arrogance is the privilege of the young. Everyone has put in a lot of effort for this Martial Dao League, so we must win this battle. Because in literature there is no first place, but in martial arts there is no second place. People will only remember the first place, and no one cares who the second place is. I think none of you want to be overlooked by people saying 'wait and see'. Only by becoming the first place can you be remembered by the world!"

But I want to make one thing clear: this championship Non-Self end. On the contrary, it is our starting point. Our long journey has just begun. Therefore, we must fire a resounding opening shot, so that this deep pit arena will forever echo with our name!

Seeing everyone clench their hands in excitement, Si Ming knew the flames had been ignited; all that was needed was a splash of hot blood. He immediately declared, "With the long spear in our hands today, when will we bind the Azure Dragon!"

Ke Chajing leaped to her feet, slammed her hand on the wall, and shouted, "Let's go!"

With a loud bang, she smashed a large hole in the wall.

Everyone: "..."

Chapter 792 Different Mindsets for Victory

"Tell me, why hasn't anyone created a martial art called 'Cement Palm'? You can rub your hands together to create a wall. It's so practical, yet no one has invented it until now. Don't you find that strange?"

Upon arriving at the arena, Ke Chajing was still brooding over what had happened before.

Hu Jixian comforted him, "Don't worry too much about it. It's not shameful. At least it proves that your palm strike is powerful and strong. Just talk to the person in charge of the venue and pay some compensation. Once we win the championship, we might not even have to pay for the repairs. They might even frame the hole as a souvenir, and it will become a good story."

Si Ming laughed and said, "That makes sense. If this story were used as a reading comprehension passage on a Chinese language exam, the standard answer would definitely be: This palm strike proves that the Second Martial Arts Club has a firm will and is determined to win the championship. In ancient times, there was the story of 'burning the boats and breaking the cauldrons,' and today there is the story of 'breaking the wall and smashing the chair,' which can demonstrate one's determination."

Ke Chajing quickly said, "I didn't throw the chair. That was vandalism. Don't talk nonsense."

Hu Jixian was amused and said, "When ordinary people throw chairs, it's called vandalism; when celebrities throw chairs, it's called expressing their aspirations through objects. Let's hurry up and throw one to make up for it before it starts."

Ke Chajing said irritably, "How about I give you this chance to become famous? This is a golden opportunity to be featured in a Chinese textbook."

Hu Jixian said righteously, "We must be truthful and not lie. Otherwise, if we are exposed, our good story will turn into a scandal. Besides, I am not that kind of person. Others will know there is something wrong at a glance."

Seeing Ke Chajing glancing in his direction, Si Ming quickly said, "The competition is about to begin. Although this method can relieve the pressure before the finals, we should still respect our opponents and know when to stop."

The onlookers, who had been listening to the comedy, suddenly realized that they were indeed not as nervous as before. It turned out that the president had done this on purpose, and they all cast admiring glances at Ke Chajing.

What else could Ke Chajing say? She could only say, "It's good that you understand my good intentions..."

As they were talking, Murong Qing had already stepped onto the arena. Having been through many battles, she didn't need to adjust her emotions. Moreover, although the list of participants could be adjusted, it had to be done one round in advance. Naturally, the person responsible for the first round, like her, could not be changed. This was also to prevent one side from seeing the opponent's chosen warriors being changed at the last minute.

Murong Qing waited on the arena for a while before the representative of the Heavenly Black Martial Arts Club stepped onto the stage. It was none other than "Invincible Divine Palm" Dong Hanwen.

"Tsk, I got outsmarted."

Hu Jixian clicked his tongue. Murong Qing facing Dong Hanwen, who was also Spirit Transformation Grandmaster, was obviously the least likely to win. If it were Xiang Donglai and Jiu Namo, this round could be declared over in advance. The best scenario would naturally be Si Ming facing Dong Hanwen. However, considering that Si Ming would be the first to go in the semi-finals, it was deliberately arranged to be the third round. Unexpectedly, the opponent guessed it.

A cheer erupted from the Heavenly Black Martial Arts Club's stands, clearly from players who were pleased with their team's prediction of winning the "big or small" hand.

On the arena, Dong Hanwen looked at the woman opposite him, whose beauty was as legendary as the heavens and the nation. A ripple of emotion stirred in his heart. It wasn't because he was moved by her beauty. Murong Qing had never practiced any charm arts. Even if she had the beauty to topple a nation, she could not possibly shake the mind of Spirit Transformation Grandmaster. He was marveling at the woman's youth.

Dong Hanwen's advancement to the Nascent Spirit Transformation stage at the age of twenty-three was already a rare genius in the world. Unexpectedly, someone else had advanced to the Nascent Spirit Transformation three years earlier than him. What's even more astonishing is that this person was not even the strongest in the opposing team. This comparison made his Grandmaster battle with his old rival Wei Mengchen pale in comparison. Although it was still a classic battle, it was no longer unique.

What a bunch of geniuses...

While inwardly reflecting on this, Dong Hanwen remained outwardly composed and said, "You drew a very unlucky lot, it seems that fate is on your side."

"The Mohist School say it's not fate, so what's this talk of destiny?" Murong Qing retorted neither humbly nor arrogantly. "Besides, while it might be a bad omen for our team, it's a great one for me personally. We martial artists have never practiced to bully the weak!"

The imposing Sword Intent had already explained everything. Seeing this, Dong Hanwen knew that such weak words could not sway the other party, so he said no more.

Seeing that both sides were ready, the referee immediately struck the gong with a powerful palm strike.

Dong Hanwen made the first move, his hands adorned with a pair of peculiar gloves made of mechanical art, or perhaps they should be called "claws." The Martial Dao League does not allow the use of one's own weapons, but it does allow you to use materials provided by the organizers to create your own weapons. This is to give those masters of hidden weapons a chance to use their skills—you can use hidden weapon mechanisms, but you must make them yourself, and the materials are limited.

Even in the previous match against Wei Mengchen, Dong Hanwen did not wear these gloves because he knew that ordinary weapons were not very useful in a Grandmaster- level battle. But now he wore them because even if it only increased his chances of winning by a little bit, he would try his best to win.

Dong Hanwen took a step forward, and the surging Spiritual Qi surged like a tsunami with his step. A huge white palm print then blasted out, and the void along the way made cracking sounds, as if glass was shattering.

This sound is formed by the sudden, violent compression of air. The palm force envelops all the surrounding air, condensing it into a block of glass, and then shatters it with a loud crash. Only in this situation will the air make a cracking sound, which is his signature technique, "Heaven and Earth Dual Polarity Palm".

Murong Qing's eyes sharpened, and she focused her energy on her sword to meet the attack head-on. Her Glacier True Qi drew a crescent moon in the void, as if the moon goddess had descended, instantly sweeping away Sha Qi.

Dong Hanwen didn't take it seriously. His second palm followed closely from below, unleashing a deadly black wave of killing intent. Since it was "Dual Extremes of Heaven and Earth," it naturally consisted of the Heaven Palm and the Earth Palm.

Murong Qing twirled gracefully, as if dancing a beautiful dance, while simultaneously turning her sword to slash diagonally at her opponent's wrist, striking first despite being behind.

Normally, Dong Hanwen would then retreat to catch his breath and test each other's strength during the exchange of offense and defense. However, he suddenly clenched his hands, turning his palms into fists, combining the power of heaven and earth, and merging the black and white colors, unleashing his ultimate move.

"One Qi Encompasses Heaven and Earth!"

Murong Qing hadn't expected her opponent to get serious so quickly, but given her level of skill, she wouldn't panic because of this unexpected turn of events. She immediately swirled her sword, and the Sword Qi flowed, forming flower petals.

"Dark Jade Reflects the Rose!"