Film Culture (Continued)

Ying Zhou gestured, indicating a distance of about three meters, and scoffed, "What a boring game. I could throw this in with my eyes closed."

He picked up the bamboo arrow and threw it three times in quick succession, his movements as fast as lightning, very elegant and smooth. With two "clangs," the two bamboo arrows bounced off, and the last one didn't even touch the mouth of the pot.

"Hahaha..." Si Ming laughed loudly without giving any face, giving a thumbs up and saying, "Strong, invincible!"

Ying Zhou's face turned red, like a monkey's bottom. He had just boasted and was immediately proven wrong, which was indeed embarrassing. Moreover, he was not good at making excuses, so he could only hold his breath and wait for the next round.

Murong Wu, with his sharp eyes, quickly noticed the problem and stepped forward to ask softly, "Brother Ying Zhou, is your hand injured?"

Ying Zhou realized he couldn't fool the other party with a lie, so he had no choice but to admit, "Yes, I was injured by a salted fish. It's just a minor injury, nothing to mention."

"Let me see."

Ying Zhou reluctantly extended his hand. After becoming Wu Xiu's apprentice, Murong Wu's medical skills improved by leaps and bounds. He had also accumulated a wealth of diagnostic and treatment experience in the Barbarian Continent. After just one glance, he confirmed, "You call this a minor injury? Hasn't someone pierced your palm with a sharp weapon?"

"This kind of simple external injury is nothing to worry about. Look, the flesh of the wound has already healed, and it will be fully healed in a few more days."

"The Martial King Cup will officially begin in a few days. Are you planning to face off against young talents from various countries while injured?"

Ying Zhou habitually curled his lip. "I think there are quite a few slackers among them, several of them are even worse than the salted fish I taught a lesson to. I could teach them a lesson with one hand."

Although Xia Guanxue had lost his drive and ambition, the power of hatred still set him far apart from his peers. Apart from monsters like Si Ming who fought against many peerless experts, the experiences of most young geniuses were not as arduous and rich as his.

After all, apart from Li State, Sea Continent is relatively peaceful now. In peacetime, it is not easy to encounter an opportunity to fight to the death with a strong person. Xia Guanxue did indeed force a Spirit Transformation expert like Yan Jinghong into a desperate situation. The various setbacks and blows he experienced were more than many people have in their entire lives. Even though he is now less than 70% of his original strength because he has lost his breath, he is still outstanding.

After being instructed by several eminent monks at Glazed Temple, Ying Zhou, who awakened his Asura Bloodline and mastered the "Brahma Sea Asura Art," was only on par with Xia Guanxue. The reason he was able to win in the alley that day was not only because of the favorable environment, but also because his fighting spirit and momentum completely overwhelmed his opponent.

"But you can't guarantee that you'll only encounter mediocre opponents. If one or two of them happen to be experts like Si Ming, are you really going to fight with your injured hand?"

"Tch, a monster like Si Ming, even if I weren't injured, I still couldn't beat him. Besides, I don't believe there's another monster like him in the world."

"Then let's switch to an opponent of similar skill level. You had a chance to win, but your wound reopened at a crucial moment, affecting your moves and causing you to fail at the last minute. Do you really want to see that happen?"

Ying Zhou remembered his threat to beat Xia Guanxue every time he met her, and the two might very well meet at the Martial King Cup. If he lost to her then, it would be incredibly humiliating. So he stopped resisting and let Murong Wu do as he pleased.

Murong Wu carried a medicine kit with him. He first pried open Ying Zhou's healed palm skin, disinfected it, poured special medicine powder onto the flesh inside, and then bandaged it.

During this process, everyone else had already played two rounds. In the first round, Si Ming and Si Huaruo only hit one arrow, while Hualiu and Yu Shuying both got 0 points. In the second round, Si Ming and Si Huaruo hit two arrows, Hualiu hit one arrow, and Yu Shuying was still 0 points. Only Cheng Xin hit all three arrows in both rounds.

"That doesn't make sense."

Si Ming looked incredulous. He knew that pitch-pot was an ancient art evolved from archery. Although the beans inside the pot increased the difficulty, it was still only a three-meter distance. With his current level of control over his physical body, hitting a target from a hundred paces away was a piece of cake, let alone a small pitch-pot a few steps away. Furthermore, the Si Clan's martial arts emphasized the control of force, especially the techniques of using the opponent's force against them. Not a single mistake could be made. Even if Si Huaruo hadn't practiced hidden weapons, she could still guarantee a perfect shot within thirty meters.

Cheng Xin laughed, "Hehe, a bet's a bet, the loser drinks. The fewer arrows hit, the more bowls you drink..."

Yu Shuying expressionlessly finished all six bowls of wine, then reminded Si Ming, who was still puzzled, "Look closely at the spout of the pot."

Si Ming observed carefully as instructed, and after a moment he finally noticed something strange. In the shadowy area of the ivory pitch-pot's neck, there was a faint ring of an unusual color, as if some uneven part had been worn smooth.

He meticulously reconstructed the process of throwing arrows into the pot several times in his mind and immediately understood that there had been an unexpected knot in this place. When the pot was made, only the outer wall was smoothed, but the protrusion on the inner wall was secretly left behind. If the bamboo arrow did not hit it, it would be fine. But once it hit, the height of the protrusion on the inner wall was exactly the center of gravity of the bamboo arrow. The center of gravity of the bamboo arrow was unstable when it was hit, and the beans below were slippery. Therefore, the bamboo arrow that had already been thrown was very likely to slide out of the pot along the smooth inner wall. So several times he clearly hit the target, but he watched helplessly as the small bamboo arrow slid out of the pot.

"You're cheating!" Si Ming immediately exposed Cheng Xin's scheme.

"That's called 'all's fair in war,' how can you call it cheating in a competition?"

"You are a disciple of the Lu School; what does the principle of 'all's fair in war' have to do with you?"

"It's the same thing. The thing is clearly laid out in front of you. I didn't deliberately hide it. If you didn't notice it, it's because you have poor eyesight, not someone else's fault." Cheng Xin took out her camera and took a few pictures. "Now that's great. When I get back, I can claim that I defeated the Son of Light, successfully saved face for the school, and proved that when the school is in trouble, it is ultimately our Lu School that is more reliable."

Si Ming opened his mouth, but found he couldn't refute it. The other party had actually won and hadn't fabricated any fake news. It was like competing in volleyball with a table tennis champion, running with a volleyball player, and table tennis with a track and field athlete, and then claiming to be an all-around athlete who had defeated Olympic athletes in each sport.

He had to accept his loss and obediently finish the drink. As soon as it went down his throat, he realized that the alcohol content was very high, almost like baijiu (Chinese liquor). He had to use his internal energy to neutralize the alcohol. Cheng Xin, on the other hand, was a slender girl who drank alcohol like it was water and didn't even need to use her Internal Cultivation.

Ying Zhou was about to reach for the wine bowl when Murong Wu stopped him.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, why are you drinking?"

"Drinking just a little bit shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"No, as a doctor, I must be responsible for my patients' conditions. I cannot allow any factor that could worsen your condition. If I had known earlier that you had an injury on your hand, I wouldn't have let you eat some of the food before. You need to take care of your health. Don't think that just because you're highly skilled, you can do whatever you want. Once you leave any hidden dangers, you'll be the one who suffers in the future."

Murong Wu refused to budge an inch, but in the end, Ying Zhou had to compromise.

Seeing this, Si Huaruo, with a strange expression, secretly leaned close to Si Ming's ear and asked, "Is Murong Wu really a boy?"

Si Ming hesitated, "I used to be very certain of this, but now I'm a little less certain."

Damn, what's with these two guys showing off their love? Laozi 've never been advised like this by a woman before, so why is it that you, Ying Zhou, a delinquent, have experienced this before me?

He stepped forward and patted Ying Zhou on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "Take advantage of this time to cultivate diligently. I think the first thing the class monitor will do after he comes out of seclusion is to test his skills on you."

"Why?" Ying Zhou asked, completely bewildered.

You know the answer in your heart.

"What would I know if I'm clueless?"

If you don't work hard now, you might end up being clueless and idiotic in the future.

In the afternoon, he visited various famous attractions in Nation of Valor, but Si Ming was greatly disappointed. It wasn't that the scenery was bad, but rather that it lacked the characteristics of Nation of Valor. The mountains and rivers were all the same old thing, no different from the scenery in the Su State. So he realized that what he really wanted to see was not the scenery, but the people, the various strange living habits and different social customs, which were the most interesting things.

Night fell quickly. Nation of Valor's nightclub culture is also very famous, something Huang Tu had told Si Ming before. Unfortunately, there was a minor like Murong Wu in the group, and Si Ming couldn't take him to those messy places.

Despite claims that nightclubs aren't all filthy places, and that some are upscale establishments, and that not all girls who frequent nightclubs are prostitutes, but rather virtuous and ethical young women, some of whom are not.

Si Ming in his past life wholeheartedly agreed. In any case, he would never date a girl who liked going to nightclubs. Such good girls should be left to the good boys who go to Dabaojian for traditional Chinese medicine and health preservation.