Lusheng withdrew his trembling hand, glanced briefly at the young man, and returned to his seat expressionlessly.
Why didn't you stop him?
As soon as he sat down, the middle-aged man beside him couldn't help but speak.
"Even if he has mastered some kind of Mystic Skill, there is a significant gap between the Sixth Grade and Fifth Rank. No matter what, he cannot win. If he is not careful, he could easily be crippled by his opponent," the man added, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Teacher Liu."
Looking at this Golden Core Expert, Lusheng sighed, "You and Tang Kun have blocked his path, so he has no choice but to take the risk."
Vice Headmaster Liu paused for a moment, then said, "Although he is highly talented, he must understand that without our protection, he will run into obstacles everywhere in the Martial Academy. How could those aristocratic families let him go?"
"But now, what's making things more difficult for him isn't the powerful families, but Teacher Liu."
"..." Vice Headmaster Liu was speechless.
"Moreover, Junior Brother was forced into this situation by a few scoundrels as soon as he arrived at the Martial Academy, and Teacher Liu didn't stand up for him. Instead, he tacitly allowed someone to suppress him at will. How is his behavior any different from that of the aristocratic families? Isn't he just pushing people out as well?"
Lusheng couldn't help but add one more thing.
Damn the Tang Brothers!
Lusheng felt angry at this thought. What they missed wasn't just a great help, but someone who could have led the Poor Family Faction to glory...
I'm rubbing mud.
"Never mind." Vice Headmaster Liu glanced at Tang Pengfei, then said, "I'll keep an eye on things. It's unlikely that Wang Zhuo can cripple Jiang Ping."
"No need," Lusheng muttered to himself, glancing at the arena.
On the ring.
The two stood on opposite sides.
Wang Zhuo stared at Jiang Ping, his eyes turning cold.
He was a little disappointed just now for not being able to fight against Prodigy, but he didn't expect that someone would come to make up for his regret so soon.
Wang Zhuo glanced at the corner out of the corner of his eye, then his gaze toward Jiang Ping changed from indifference to Killing intent.
The person who came was the one he most wanted to get rid of.
Thump!
Without wasting words, Wang Zhuo unleashed a powerful aura from his body and launched a fierce attack.
Bang!
With a bang from his feet, he moved like a phantom, hurtling towards Jiang Ping at lightning speed, creating sonic booms along the way.
Your brother is very cautious.
On one side, a powerful senior brother smiled and said, "He wants to use his powerful Fifth Grade Realm physical body to test Jiang Ping and force out his Mystic Skill."
Wang Jiasheng's expression remained calm as he said:
"This Mud Leg has barely sprouted his feet and hasn't even gotten a firm footing yet, but he wants to cross boundaries to fight. It seems he's made a bad choice every time, and he'll probably die young."
At this moment, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the arena.
They could also see that Wang Zhuo didn't seem to want to end the sparring match abruptly. He didn't use his strongest methods, but instead tested the waters with his physical body, wanting to play with Jiang Ping slowly.
After all, there's a huge gap between the Sixth Grade and Fifth Rank. The latter represents a comprehensive improvement, not only in terms of powerful True Qi energy but also in terms of physical strength.
On the ring.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Zhuo was already close by.
Jiang Ping remained unmoved, his body radiating an icy aura. He did not evade his enemy; his right hand had already been extended when the enemy attacked, and now his five fingers were joined together, a powerful Qi Mechanism reviving from within his body.
Just when everyone thought Jiang Ping was being overconfident, his opponent Wang Zhuo was the first to sense that something was wrong.
The fluctuation of True Qi!
Wang Zhuo, who had already reached the Fifth Grade Realm, could be considered a master, with an incredibly fast thinking and reaction speed.
He instantly realized that the young man before him was a genuine Fifth Grade Realm Martial Artist, at the Same Realm as him!
Then Wang Zhuo was dumbfounded:
"Jiang Ping is Fifth Rank?"
His face was filled with horror and terror.
"Oh no! Retreat quickly!"
It's a pity.
It's too late!
The two were already within arm's reach. Compared to Wang Zhuo's sudden surprise and slight pause, Jiang Ping moved with lightning speed, unleashing the full power of his Fifth Rank Thunderclap Body Tempering Technique.
Jiang Ping slapped Wang Zhuo across the face with all his might.
With a loud bang, Wang Zhuo's face instantly deformed.
Blood was gushing from his nose and mouth; the shock in his eyes was instantly replaced by pain, followed by rage.
Jiang Ping saw a fierce glint in his opponent's eyes, and a powerful Sword Intent was showing signs of resurgence. Before his opponent could retaliate, Jiang Ping's palm flowed with True Qi, and he gently pressed it against his opponent's chest, hearing the sound of bones breaking.
Puff!
Wang Zhuo was bleeding profusely from his mouth.
Sulfuric acid!
Wang Zhuo still unleashed Mystic Skill Artistic Conception, but it shattered quickly, and his eyes widened in horror.
Jiang Ping's imitation captured two parts of the Withering Saber Intent!
The Artistic Conception is extremely important. Every additional point of imitation is a huge improvement. No matter how strong Wang Zhuo's Mystic Skill are, they have their limits. They are not like the abnormal Heavenly Might Skill of the Murong Family, which cannot kill enemies across borders. At most, they can only look down on opponents of the same level.
Therefore, Wang Zhuo was suppressed again.
He had more gray hair, his face was gaunt and bloodless, as if his lifespan had been shortened.
"I admit defeat..." Wang Zhuo reacted quickly, knowing he was no match for the opponent, and wanted to admit defeat, but a hand covered his mouth.
The opponent's palm was like a knife; the moment it pressed down, Wang Zhuo's face was instantly covered in blood and gore, injured by waves of powerful True Qi.
Click!
Jiang Ping increased the force, and another cracking sound was heard.
Wang Zhuo felt that his skull had cracked because he saw grayish-white liquid falling from the top of his head.
"No!" Wang Zhuo wanted to shout out, to beg for mercy, because he could feel the intense Killing intent emanating from the other party.
However, his mouth was covered the whole time, and his body was suppressed by the powerful Artistic Conception, so he couldn't do anything.
Sulfuric acid!
Just as Jiang Ping was dominating his opponent, the protective shield of the arena shook violently. Someone outside was trying to break through the shield.
He remained unmoved, not even bothering to glance at it.
He will stop if the academy tells him to.
But I didn't shout.
That's fine then, let's have some fun first.
"You can stop now!"
The person who made the move couldn't help but speak, and his voice reached Jiang Ping's ears.
Bang!
The man responded with another chop to the wrist, and Wang Zhuo's tendons burst open.
"Ah--!"
The screams of the Aristocratic Genius echoed throughout the entire Giant Palace.
Everyone says Wang Zhuo is ruthless, but he has met his match. Someone is even more vicious and fearless than him.
It could even be said that Jiang Ping was so focused on crushing his opponent that he didn't pay any attention to the people outside.
Do you want to die young?
Upon hearing the threatening words, Wang Jiasheng's face darkened.
This person actually dared to commit such a heinous act right in front of him.
At the same time, his eyes were filled with deep apprehension, and he could no longer maintain his composure and tranquility.
This person is actually...
"Martial Bone Talent!"
In the deathly Giant Palace, someone broke the eerie silence first, speaking in a trembling voice.
"He reached the Fifth Grade Realm in less than four years; it took me longer to reach the Sixth Grade Organ Refining." A genius stared in disbelief.
Since Jiang Ping brutally beat Wang Zhuo, they have all realized what had happened.
This person is not some Super First-rate Prodigy, but rather a legendary Martial Bone Talent transformed from an ordinary person into Fifth Rank Unrivaled in just over three years.
"Damn it, the Martial Academy has produced a Martial Bone!" Many people were in an uproar, some even stunned.
Such a gifted individual has actually appeared at the Black River Martial Academy.
Someone has fainted, help them up quickly.
Chen An looked at Wei Rou, who had fainted, with a complicated expression.
His whole body was numb and trembling at that moment.
He was right; Jiang Ping had been hiding his true abilities, only revealing them today.
Go to hell!