Chapter 185 The First Round of Assessment

The two teams came on stage almost at the same time, and unexpectedly both sent out their strongest forces.

Jun Lin faced the battle line in a fog.

Emperor Jing, standing with a sword in hand, faced off against the clan leader, who was holding an umbrella in one hand.

Jun Lin was in high spirits, while Wu Shi was rather uninterested.

Yi An in the viewing area looked at the ring and spoke slowly: "The Yin Yang School emphasizes the five virtues, the order of the four seasons, the cycle, and the balance of opposites. It is already mysterious and difficult to deal with. In addition, the Yin Yang School has rarely appeared in recent years, so it is impossible to know how the moves have evolved."

"As the leader of the clan, Wu Shi must be a master of Yin and Yang. Emperor Jing will probably suffer a lot in his first encounter with him."

Yu Yu subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, his face solemn: "But your Majesty's martial arts are unmatched."

Upon hearing this, Yi An actually looked at him twice more. His face, which had not completely faded from youth, showed an incongruous maturity. His tone was quite strange: "You should know which school Emperor Jing learned from. He was famous for his strategy and advocated the skills of power and strategy and verbal debate. The ministers did a good job of promoting this. I don't know why Emperor Jing took the wrong path and chose the path of a warrior."

Even before they had fully formed their own academic system, the strategists were already very versatile and could confuse the king with just their mouths, but somehow there came into being a person like Emperor Jing who loved to speak with his fists.

The fighting competition on the ring had already begun during the discussion. The two people who had been watching for a long time remained silent for a long time, which was quite like the "whoever makes the first move loses" feeling between masters, and everyone's eyelids twitched.

Almost half an incense stick of time has passed, are you going to fight or not?

But the two people on the stage were ancestors, so they dared not complain.

The commander-in-chief on the other side asked Xiang Bingwen secretly, "Can Wushi be trusted? Will he give up halfway through the battle if he looks so weak?"

Bingwen forbearingly withdrew his gaze from the stage and said firmly, "A few years ago, the King of Nanjiang traded flower seeds with Wushi. Since Wushi accepted the flower seeds and agreed to do something for him, now that he has come to the appointment, he will naturally not be perfunctory."

The commander-in-chief was relieved, but he could not help but become more curious: "Where did that flower seed come from? It looks very strange to me."

Bingwen spoke in a very light voice, "It was given by the master, and the King of Southern Xinjiang is only acting according to the master's wishes. There is no need to delve into this matter. As long as you win the assessment and gain control of the organization map, then your mission in the Mo family will be completed."

The commander-in-chief, who was No. 2 who had been lurking for a long time, nodded. The two were about to talk, but the next second they were attracted by the sound of fighting on the ring.

He didn't notice who attacked first, he only knew that Wu Shi's umbrella was folded at some point and placed horizontally in front of him, blocking the cold and threatening thin sword.

Emperor Jing's attack was like a torrential rain, his robes fluttering, and the sharp sword blade brought out a milky white cyclone and slashed down again. Wu Shi suddenly opened the umbrella, and used the opponent's force to counter attack like Tai Chi, which blends yin and yang. Jun Lin's wrist went numb, and he was forced to take a step back with the sword in hand.

Wu Shiye stepped back on tiptoe and held the oil-paper umbrella above his head again. His calm eyes were now deep and strange.

Jun Lin lowered her eyelids and glanced at her wrist holding the sword. The numbing sensation there had not completely disappeared yet. Her dark eyes turned to Wu Shi again. She took a sudden step forward, but the feeling of weightlessness came unexpectedly. Everyone watched as Emperor Jing fell inexplicably as if he had sprained his ankle.

His body quickly fell forward, Jun Lin was horrified, and with a swirl of his sword, he thrust it into the ground, barely able to hold up his body.

"What happened? Did Emperor Jing just trip himself?"

"No way... How could such a frivolous scene happen in a duel between powerful people?"

There were whispers from the audience but no one was sure what to say. Qi Chi in the audience seat was so angry that he stamped his feet anxiously.

Emperor Jing did not move. Her feet seemed to be rooted in the ground. She knelt on one knee with one hand on the hilt of the sword, and looked up with her narrow and long phoenix eyes looking straight at Wu Shi.

Wu Shi was like a cat that was too weak to stand and was lazily lying on the roof basking in the sun. He walked over and leaned over slightly to hold the umbrella over her. Some strands of her soft hair fell around her neck, and the ebony scent on the man's body also swayed with it.

"Still fighting?"

The vague and cold male voice startled everyone. Is Emperor Jing already defeated?

Jun Lin raised his lips and asked back, "What do you say?"

Wu Shi frowned and stepped back quickly, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Everyone watching was confused.

Then they were horrified to find that Emperor Jing closed his eyes, drew his sword with one hand, and moved towards Wushi in a disorderly manner. His attacks were tricky and bizarre. Wushi, who had been calm all along, suddenly became more ferocious.

"How can I fight with my eyes closed..."

"What exactly happened? Is Emperor Jing trying to scare Wu away?"

The discussion became more heated each time. Yi An stood tall and said with a smile, "She is quite smart."

Yanyu was sweating profusely from nervousness. Lin Junhuai blinked and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Yi An opened her lips and said, "From the beginning, Emperor Jing entered the Yin Yang Formation. It's not that she doesn't want to move, it's probably because Wu Shi has integrated into the Yin Yang illusion. I'm afraid something has locked her legs and feet so that she can't move."

Yanyu was surprised: "But there is nothing on the stage..."

"Illusions are created by the mind, and all living beings are confused. The essence of illusion is nothingness, so of course nothing exists. But that is not the case in Emperor Jing's eyes."

After Yi An finished speaking, he casually tucked his long bangs behind his ears, revealing his red eyes, with a slight curve at the corners of his lips.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to him. With his silver hair and strange eyes, he was one of a kind in the world.

"Bang——"

Soon everyone was brought back to their senses by the movement of the fight, and they looked towards the ring anxiously.

Yi An was right. Jun Lin's legs and feet had been firmly trapped by chains extending from the ground since the beginning of the game. In her sight, there were huge flames that swallowed the sky and destroyed the earth. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move at all.

It's an illusion.

It was so realistic that she was trapped in this world and couldn't escape.

Bingwen on the other side saw her suddenly relax after closing her eyes. Lezhou's voice with praise came from the side: "Close your eyes and don't look around. If you don't look, you won't be troubled by the magic barrier. In addition, the siege of the Yin Yang Formation cannot be broken in a short time. This is the most convenient way to gain freedom."

The commander-in-chief looked at Emperor Jing, who was still fighting with Wu Shi even with his eyes closed, and felt his heart pounding. He was so shocked that his throat became dry and his words came out hoarsely: "Wu Shi is gradually losing the upper hand."

Bingwen stared at the slender figure on the stage, the burning in his eyes was like a sea of ​​fire that almost swallowed her up: "The superiors are extremely conceited in their bones. She suffered a lot from the failure at the beginning. She must get her face and self-esteem back no matter what. I'm afraid the situation below..."

“Boom boom—”

Before Bingwen could finish his words, a loud noise exploded from the stage. Violent air currents spread out layer by layer like a strong wind. Even the people watching outside were forced to put their arms in front of their heads for protection.

“Boom boom—”

There was another loud noise, and everyone only heard the earth rumbling. The arena was covered in dust and could not be seen clearly. After the aftermath completely dissipated, everyone dropped their guard and stared closely at the arena, fearing to miss any details.