What a surprise!
According to Fang Zong's calculations, he should have broken through the upgrade barrier of the Dragon Yang Qi two days ago.
However, it was clear that the difficulty of advancing through the Dharma Gate exceeded his expectations. His own breakthrough was definitely not as simple as advancing directly through the three wisps of evil spirit energy.
Only today did we realize that the energy had reached a certain point.
My body started to burn, my blood was burning wildly!
Fang Zong felt a burning sensation all over his body. His male energy was ignited by the three fires in his body, but instead of burning outwards, it penetrated deep into his bone marrow.
His body began to change, the bone marrow's hematopoiesis was renewed, every cell, even the deeper DNA, seemed to be melted by flames and repeatedly hammered by an iron hammer, producing earth-shattering changes!
"Hiss..." He inhaled, and a gust of wind surged in;
"Whoosh..." He exhaled, and a strong wind surged up!
Fang Zong felt as if he were in a furnace, constantly being tempered and becoming stronger, yet his senses were as if he were enjoying a sauna, his body and mind completely empty, the feeling of comfort was unparalleled.
This is an even more powerful feeling!
This feels like evolution!
Fang Zong looked at the 'holy light' in the distance and suddenly felt an urge to compete with it.
Greater power brings greater confidence!
Following Fang Zong's gaze, Li Xiaoran asked with a strange expression, "You want to fight him?"
Fang Zong thought for a moment and decided to rest for a while.
I'm too confident now. That feeling of certain victory when looking for a fight is absolutely an illusion.
He needs to slow down and take a breather.
The battle between Youmingfeng and Luo Xiaoxia will begin at 3 PM, followed by my final showdown with the victor at 5 PM.
Fang Zong never expected that he would get a bye for two rounds and directly qualify for the championship. But it was fate, a gift from God, and he wouldn't go to the host to complain, saying, "No, please, I really want to play."
He's not stupid.
"Nether Wind," Fang Zong, suppressing his urge to fight, greeted Nether Wind, his body still surging with even greater power.
The ghostly wind is very enthusiastic.
"Two seniors?" Fang Zong looked around and asked.
"They're going to participate in the Tiger Ranking Battle, in the western suburbs."
Youmingfeng handed over a cup of tea, his own private tea, which smelled very good. Then his expression was a little strange, as if he wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to.
Fang Zong smiled and simply shoved Zhan Yue into his hands.
"I know you can't find a new good knife right away, so I'll lend you mine for now. But remember, if you can't beat them, admit defeat immediately."
After giving this reminder, Fang Zong turned and left.
Youmingfeng held the sword with both hands and bowed deeply to Fang Zong's back, at a full ninety degrees!
You are my teacher, for your guidance has been invaluable!
[By lending you a knife, you are my friend!]
As a swordsman, Youmingfeng has a very simple mind.
His life was half knife and half man.
At this moment, Fang Zong clearly occupied a place in the "human" category, taking a place in Youmingfeng's territory.
Fang Zong wanted to watch Youmingfeng's battle.
But with two hours to go before the battle, Fang Zong was driven by the power within him and couldn't help but run wildly. By the time he warmed up his body, he had already run out of the military cordon.
Ahead was a street bustling with traffic, and at the street corner, a Black man was playing the guitar.
Many passersby tossed coins into the hat in front of the Black man.
Fang Zong hadn't seen a street performer in a while, so he bought a drink and listened to them while sipping it.
After the Black man finished singing, he threw the change he got from buying a drink into the box.
“Hey buddy, you’re earning your own living!” Fang Zong laughed in English.
The black man paused for a moment, then grinned broadly, revealing a set of bright white teeth. He said in a broken Beijing accent, "There's nothing we can do. Ever since the ghostly energy has revived here, we've lost face. If we don't make some extra money, we won't even have meat to eat."
Show respect by using the other person's language.
They both laughed, and suddenly felt much closer to each other.
The Black man wasn't in a hurry to make more money. He probably couldn't speak the Beijing accent anymore, so he switched to less-than-perfect Mandarin: "I remember when I first came here to study, international students were so sought after. Our school, oh, it was just a vocational school, but back then, we international students... well, you can't be angry when I say this."
"Don't be angry, let's chat." Fang Zong smiled.
The Black man was quite talkative, laughing heartily: "Back then, the best dorm building was supposed to be assigned to us international students by the school, which really angered the local students. They were already living there, so why should they be forced to move out? And they even threatened the students if they didn't move! And then there was the air conditioning installation in the summer. We got ours installed, while your students were still suffering in the sweltering heat. And then there was the parking area. I even suspected it was our concession area. They were just short of putting up a sign that said, 'No East Asians or dogs allowed...'"
I'm not saying this to insult you, I just can't stand them. It's true, so many school leaders have no shame whatsoever. They're practically begging us to come and study abroad so they can boost their political achievements, dragging down the overall standard of international students!
Fang Zong frowned: "And then?"
"I don't know about other schools, but take ours for example. A military officer couldn't stand it anymore, so he went in and beat up seven or eight school leaders and more than a dozen lackey teachers. After that, all our scholarships were canceled..."
At this point, the Black man was extremely aggrieved: "They just canceled it first, and then distributed it based on the actual situation. My grades really qualify me. It wasn't because those school leaders flattered me that I was affected. So, I'm out here doing street performances to earn some extra money."
Fang Zong gave a stiff smile, turned around and left.
In a country as large as Donggu, the existence of such a school is certainly not an isolated case.
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