"How confident are you? Wu Shiting, and the other guys, are all well-known experts in the sect." A hint of worry flashed in Lin Ping's eyes.
Although he believed in Li Ming's strength, he had just heard that Wu Shiting had already achieved the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.
His strength far surpasses that of a martial artist who has just entered the Qi Refining Realm.
Although he and Li Ming were not close friends, their relationship was extremely intimate, and he did not want to see anything happen to Li Ming during the martial arts competition.
After all, the two of them had offended Wu Shiting not long ago, and he was more like the kind of person who was all smiles and no action.
"I'm about a sliver of sure."
"A little bit?"
Lin Ping was startled, not recognizing Li Ming's tone.
"Haha, it's okay, you'll understand when the time comes."
Li Ming laughed heartily.
These veteran constables, relying on their years of extra training, didn't take him seriously.
But conversely, did he ever consider them as opponents?
Lin Ping scratched his head, puzzled.
He felt that Li Ming was not just a person who could only talk a good game.
Soon, the two arrived at the Martial Arts Hall of Qing Shi City.
By this time, many constables and passersby had arrived one after another, all eager to witness the battle between experts at the Qi Refining Realm.
To ensure fairness and impartiality, Lin Qiancheng naturally allowed outsiders to watch the selection process.
It's not like it's anything shameful.
Upon seeing Li Ming arrive, the young constables began to argue.
"Sigh, I didn't expect Li Ming to break through to the Qi Refining Realm so quickly. He joined the Six Doors a little over a year ago, and I didn't expect him to fall behind so quickly."
"Indeed, when will we be able to become that strong?"
The other constable replied, "When you are that strong, you will be that strong."
The constable who had spoken earlier rolled his eyes: "Hearing your words is as good as not hearing them at all."
“But even if Li Ming can’t be the head constable this time, he can still make a name for himself,” the young constable said, shaking his head.
Most of the people present were there to watch the spectacle, but not many came from the Six Doors, as most of them had official duties to attend to.
After Li Ming and Lin Ping went inside, dozens of eyes were also looking at Li Ming. Everyone had heard that a young constable wanted to compete, which made many people very curious, and they all made bets on who would have the last laugh.
Wu Shiting noticed that Li Ming seemed somewhat displeased, while the other participants merely glanced at him before closing their eyes and waiting for Lin Qiancheng's arrival.
Time passed.
The autumn sun shines brightly under a clear blue sky.
Before long, a space appeared in the crowd outside.
Lin Qiancheng walked calmly to his seat and said indifferently:
"The six of you will each choose your own opponents in pairs, and the final winner will become the head constable."
There are six people vying for the position of head constable, all of whom are martial artists at the Qi Refining Realm, and only one will be selected.
There is no lottery or anything like that; the winner takes all, and the last person standing wins.
The rules are that simple; besides that, you can't intentionally kill someone.
Malicious serious injury is also not allowed.
"I choose you, kid."
As soon as Lin Qiancheng announced his rules, an old constable immediately designated Li Ming as his opponent.
Looking at Li Ming's young face, his expression was full of mockery.
For him, the easier it is to win, the greater his chances of winning later.
"Your name is Li Ming, right?" the old constable asked.
Li Ming nodded without responding.
The old constable continued, "Your cultivation level isn't high enough, but you have some talent. With proper training, you'll definitely catch up to me within three years."
"Today, I'll teach you that if you don't have the ability, don't try to stand out."
The old constable spoke in a tone that sounded like he was lecturing a junior, and his eyes were filled with intense disdain as he looked at Li Ming.
"Have you finished speaking?" Li Ming asked calmly.
"What?" The old constable was stunned.
Li Ming continued, "Now that you've finished speaking, let's begin."
Whoosh!
Li Ming reached out and drew his sword, gripping the hilt.
The old constable's eyes narrowed, and he launched the first attack, stepping forward and suddenly swinging his knife, aiming for Li Ming's vital points.
However, in Li Ming's eyes, this action was like slow motion, full of flaws.
Li Ming reacted easily and dodged to the side.
The blade sliced through the air beside Li Ming.
The blade flipped again, but Li Ming remained unfazed and easily dodged the attack.
The old constable's repeated attacks failed to harm Li Ming in the slightest.
Just as he sensed something was wrong and broke out in a sweat.
In an instant.
Li Ming made his move.
At this moment, the old constable's eyes suddenly widened.
Because Li Ming's movements were so fast, he didn't even have time to react.
Li Ming had already arrived beside him, and a flash of sword light appeared.
The blade was already at the old constable's neck, and the strong wind made him close his eyes.
A sense of impending death welled up in my heart.
If it were a timid person, they would probably have gotten wet on the spot.
After all, how would it feel to have a gleaming longsword hanging around your neck in the blink of an eye?
The old constable opened his mouth slightly, but ultimately said nothing. Recalling his previous lecture, he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and disappear.
I wanted to pick on the easy target, but I ended up being the easiest one myself.
The arena was completely silent, and everyone looked at Li Ming with solemn expressions.
With a single, fatal blow, Li Ming ended the match with just one strike.
From beginning to end, it takes no more than ten breaths.
Li Ming made his move in a mere instant.
The outcome is decided.
The old constable took a deep breath and said with heartfelt admiration:
"I concede, thank you."
Without a doubt, Li Ming's strength was enough to easily subdue him. If Li Ming wanted revenge, he could easily leave him injured.
Seeing such splendor.
A look of disbelief flashed in Wu Shiting's eyes, and his fear of Li Ming deepened.
Regardless of what the people present thought, the competition had to continue.
The contest between the other four constables also ended quickly.
Wu Shiting and another constable at the fourth level of Qi Refining won.
After all, it's just a battle between martial artists. Life and death can be decided in an instant, and the strength of the opponent will be known as soon as they exchange blows.
Only after reaching the Grandmaster level will the battles become truly massive.
It's not impossible for the battle to last for several days.
The constable at the fourth level of Qi Refining glanced at Li Ming and Wu Shiting, and sighed:
"You two decide the winner. I am not strong enough, so I will not take up any more of your time."
He hadn't held out much hope for this competition to begin with, as Li Ming and Wu Shiting resolved their battles extremely quickly, far beyond his capabilities.
That way, you won't humiliate yourself.
Li Ming didn't mince words and went straight onto the stage.
Wu Shiting followed closely behind, and the two stood facing each other.
Wu Shiting lowered his voice and advised, "Li Ming, if you step down now, I will not harm you, and I will treat you like a brother in the future."
Judging from Li Ming's previous battles, he clearly came prepared, and for the moment, he was not absolutely certain of victory.
The situation was completely different from what he had expected.
“Officer Wu, if you go down now, I can spare your life,” Li Ming replied calmly.
"Alright, since that's the case, then I won't hold back either. Let's settle this with a single blow."
He finished speaking without waiting for Li Ming's reply.
With a single step, a slash was delivered.
Simple and unadorned, yet incredibly deadly.
This was a sword-drawing technique he had practiced diligently for many years; when he did strike, it was as swift as thunder and lightning.
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