In the first two games, the strength of both sides was similar, so the battle was stalemate and took a longer time.
Rong Jian watched carefully for a while at first, but when he realized that a battle of this level could not give him any insights or help him improve his strength, he calmed down, stood where he was, and practiced his skills with peace of mind.
The surroundings were extremely noisy. There were cheers from the exciting fights on the ring, the teenagers' whispered discussions, and also... suppressed laughter from talking about something off-topic.
Of course, all this could not have any effect on Rong Jian. More than two months was enough for him to turn practicing the martial arts into instinct and not be affected by external factors.
When you absorb spiritual energy during cultivation, the surrounding spiritual energy is in a state of fluctuation. If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find it.
But the young men deliberately avoided Rong Jian, leaving the space next to him empty, and the spiritual power fluctuations generated by the fighting on the ring were even more powerful than those from cultivation.
For a moment, no one noticed that Rong Jian was actually practicing spiritual power in this situation where he could be disturbed at any time.
After the first two games were over, the referee called out the numbers of the two teams for the next game.
"Number 21, Number 123, go on stage and compete!"
Rong Jian raised his slightly lowered eyes and subconsciously glanced in the direction of Rong Lan. Naturally, he received a provocative look from Rong Lan.
Very good. This way, it wouldn’t be too much for him to be a little ruthless. After all, everyone saw who was the one who provoked him first.
After exhaling a breath of foul air, Rong Jian stepped towards the ring.
In the eyes of many onlookers, this scene was a sign of guilt. He clearly knew that his own strength was insufficient, but was concerned about his face and was trying hard not to give in.
"Tsk, why bother? You go up there even though you know you can't win. Do you have to wait for a beating to figure out your own worth?"
"Exactly. If I were him, I would have given up long ago!"
"That's you, not Rong Jian! Who is Rong Jian? He's the second young master of the Rong family. How could he admit defeat so easily? He has dignity. Look, he just made harsh remarks in front of so many people!"
"Who can't make tough talk? The key is to keep up with the strength. I think even if Rong Jian was seriously injured by Rong Lan, it was his own fault!"
"Hey, how long do you think Rong Jian can last under Rong Lan's control?"
"That's just a matter of one move... No, no, no, Sister Lan was angry just now, she probably won't let Rong Jian down easily. Tsk, Rong Jian is going to have a hard time in this match!"
As everyone had discussed, the two people on the stage did not move after the referee elder confirmed the identities of both parties and gave the order to start.
Unlike others who rushed to attack from the beginning, seized the initiative, grasped the rhythm of the battle and controlled the battle, he stood still and waited for the other party to attack.
At this moment, the two hostile people actually had the same idea in mind: since he (she) is no match for me, I might as well wait for him (her) to make a move, and then fight back fiercely.
The result was that the two of them stared at each other for a while, but no one took the initiative to attack.
The referee looked left and right, the corner of his mouth twitched, and reminded: "You two, the game has begun!"
"Hmph!" Rong Lan snorted coldly, pulled out the long whip from his waist, shook it open, and hit the ring with a crisp sound.
Rong Jian's gaze fell on the silver whip, and he was slightly distracted.
This long whip is called Silver Snake, and it is a low-grade magic weapon. Rong Jian had personally experienced its power after he had a dispute with Rong Lan because he was not convinced.
Naturally, I was beaten badly at that time, and the whip marks on my back lasted for a whole month before disappearing.
Later he learned to give in and no longer confront those who came to cause trouble for him.
Whatever they wanted, he gave them.
So he lived to this day, instead of dying easily in the middle of the night.
It seems that today he will have to "experience" the power of this long whip again!
Rong Jian breathed in and out, dispelling the unpleasant memories from his mind. When he looked up again, he saw peace.
"Rong Jian! Didn't you say you came here to beat someone up?" Rong Lan taunted, "I'm standing right here, you come."
She didn't take Rong Jian's words seriously, and she looked down on Rong Jian's strength. She said this because Rong Lan had enough confidence.
Even if Rong Jian attacked with all his strength, she was confident enough to subdue him with a backup plan.
In response, Rong Jian shook his head seriously: "No, you come, I'll let you go."
The words were simple, but the meaning behind them was extremely arrogant. After hearing this, Rong Lan was stunned, and also felt a bit helpless.
"Huh? Let me? Rong Jian, are you really out of your mind?"
As soon as Rong Lan finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the audience. Someone even shouted something like, "If you're an idiot, go home and don't come out to make people laugh."
Rong Jian's expression was serious but also helpless. He looked at Rong Lan and kept silent. No one would believe him if he told the truth. Do you have to believe him for him to lie?
Sighing quietly in his heart, Rong Jian chose to remain silent.
After waiting for a long time, there was still no response from Rong Jian. Rong Lan was silent for a moment, and some annoyance rose in her heart.
It's already come to this, and Rong Jian can still be so calm. He doesn't choose to admit defeat and beg her to let him go, but he actually talks to himself and even ignores her?
"Rong Jian, you're very good!" Rong Lan clenched the long whip in her hand and shook it vigorously. "But since you, the Second Young Master Rong, have already asked me to do so, how can I refuse?"
The moment the words fell, Rong Lan moved.
She walked towards the other side with a smile, her steps slow and firm, like a general who was sure of victory, walking step by step to the defeated army, ready to take their lives in the next second.
Rong Lan was actually a little looking forward to it. She was looking forward to seeing the panic expression on Rong Jian's face, and seeing him be afraid and even desperate because of her.
Or, like every time before, even though he clearly didn't want to, he could only smile, offer his things with both hands, and listen to their words quietly, without refuting or saying anything.
But, there is none of these.
After just a short time, Rong Jian had changed so much that it was hard for Rong Lan to accept. Wouldn't it be better for him to just be obedient like before? Why did he have to change? Why did he change so much that she didn't like it?
While thinking, Rong Lan walked to the range where the whip could attack.
However, Rong Jian still had that calm expression, as if he was really confident about the upcoming battle.
But is that possible?
Rong Lan didn't believe it, and neither did the young men in the audience.
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Rong Lan raised her hand and waved the silver snake. The silver whip flashed with spiritual light and danced flexibly, heading straight for Rong Jian's throat.
Change? Then I'll turn you back to your original form!
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