Chapter 401: Competition
Liu Shang and Zhang Lingyu stood facing each other and saluted each other. After the old Taoist priest announced the start of the competition, no one moved first.
Zhang Lingyu was humble and wanted Liu Shang to make the first move.
Liu Shang was observing the opponent's flaws, and he found that the opponent's posture was straight and natural...but his whole body was full of flaws.
After two seconds of silence, Liu Shang felt that the other party did not regard him as a real opponent, so his posture was relaxed and his attitude was not serious.
In that case, let’s just start fighting.
Liu Shang calmly turned his wrist, moved his fingers in his sleeve, and pinched out a blade of a utility knife between his index and middle fingers. Then, he rushed forward without warning and attacked.
Zhang Lingyu kept an eye on his movements at all times, and his eyes fixed the moment he started to act.
Without the blessing of Qi, he can actually reach such a fast speed. The other party is indeed not simple.
However, if I want to compete with him, this speed is not enough...
Zhang Lingyu raised his hand and easily deflected Liu Shang's attack, then turned his wrist, wanting to capture him, but was surprised to find that the other party raised his leg to attack him from the lower three directions.
Judging from the other party's clothing, demeanor, and manners, he looks like a child from a wealthy family. Why did he start by kicking me in the crotch as soon as he started fighting?
Doesn't he think that using such means in a battle competition is too insidious?
The fight between the two men maintained a brief balance. After seeing a flaw in Zhang Lingyu, Liu Shang instantly burst out at his highest speed, and with extremely agile movements, he slashed the blade in his hand forward at a tricky angle.
Zhang Lingyu was startled, quickly dodged sideways, and grabbed the other person's wrist with his hand.
With a slight click, Liu Shang's expression turned pale for a moment, and both of them stopped moving. A few long white hairs slowly floated away from the air and finally fell silently to the ground.
That’s it. This competition is over.
"I'm sorry, I didn't control the strength well."
Zhang Lingyu quickly let go and looked at Liu Shang with some guilt. He wanted to help him check his injuries, but he felt that if he held his hand, it would be a bit presumptuous.
"It's okay, just a minor injury."
His face just turned pale because he couldn't adapt to the sudden pain.
During the Zhang family training camp, injuries of this magnitude were not considered injuries. Being beaten to the point of lying on the ground and unable to get up was commonplace.
Liu Shang didn't care about the injury on his wrist at all. He fumbled around his wrist with his other hand, found the right angle, and pushed hard. With a click, the dislocated bone was adjusted.
I moved my wrist twice. Although I still felt a dull pain, it was much better than the stinging pain just now.
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
The two of them politely bowed to each other, and then returned to their respective masters in unison.
"Heroes are born young indeed. What do you think of this game, Senior?"
Zhang Zhiwei smiled on the surface, but was actually annoyed.
He thought that his apprentice should surely win the martial arts competition, but this guy not only underestimated his opponent, but also fought him like a coaching match.
It was said that the friendly match would end in a certain amount, and so it really ended in a certain amount, making it hard to say who would win or lose in the end!
Zhang Zhiwei felt that his apprentice was too troublesome, and he had made up his mind!
There are two more matches to come. If Zhang Lingyu gives him a score of 0 to 2, he will hang this unfilial disciple from the beam and beat him!
I asked you to show your strength to others, but you are pretending here. What's the matter? Don't you know that if you lose, it will be embarrassing for me, your master.
"If you think about it seriously, Jiayou was injured more seriously, so you win the first round.
It's our turn to ask questions in the second round, so if that's the case..."
Zhang Molan glanced at Zhang Lingyu and felt that even if this branch of the Longhu Mountain bloodline did not intend to return to the Zhang family, it was still half a family member after all, and he couldn't be too disrespectful to them.
He also had to figure out a skill that his opponent could also possess, so that his opponent wouldn't lose too badly.
"Master, how about we compete in accuracy, like throwing darts or hidden weapons?"
Seeing that Zhang Molan was unable to make up his mind for the time being, Liu Shang put forward his suggestion at the right time.
Always sharing the worries of the master is what a good disciple does.
"Great, then let's compare dart throwing. It's simple and convenient."
"Good."
In order to make the second competition more difficult, Zhang Molan set his target on the dragonflies flying around the lake not far outside the woods.
The second game started quickly and ended quickly. In this game, Zhang Lingyu was completely defeated.
Liu Shang's accuracy was extremely high, and he could even predict the flight direction of the dragonflies, almost without missing a beat. He could understand all of this.
If it were me, I would practice every day, and then practice makes perfect, and it would not be impossible to get it right.
But there were some things he just couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried.
Why can the blade thrown by Liu Shang not only move forward in an arc, but also suddenly turn in the middle of the way, and even use an ordinary blade to throw out a boomerang-like effect? How is this done?
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Zhang Lingyu, who had lost without any suspense, sighed in his heart, and bowed directly to Zhang Molan, wanting to skip the third match.
After all, there is no point in continuing the competition. This silly disciple of mine... apart from cultivation, he is completely clueless when it comes to other matters.
"Senior, are you Zhang family still accepting disciples?"
Zhang Zhiwei finally showed his true colors. He blinked at Zhang Molan intently, and then signaled Zhang Lingyu who was standing next to him with his eyes. The meaning was self-evident.
Although it was a bit hurtful to say this, he still had to say that, without exaggeration or understatement, the Zhang family's cultivation methods and the means of training the younger generations were indeed better than those of Longhu Mountain.
Of course, it would be better if Zhang Lingyu could follow them, change his stubborn nature, and learn their kindness and flexibility.
"Isn't this kid... your apprentice?"
The corner of Zhang Molan's mouth twitched. In the past, it was always their Zhang family who took the initiative to send their family members to other sects to learn and steal skills.
This... although they can barely be considered blood relatives, the Longhu Mountain Tianshi Temple is independent of the Zhang family. He always feels weird when people from the Tianshi Temple are sent to their Zhang family for further training.
Wow, this is the reverse of Tiangang!
"Ahem, actually, it doesn't have to be."
An old Taoist priest coughed twice and whispered in a rather embarrassed voice.
He is the old Taoist priest, so naturally he has the final say on matters concerning Mount Longhu.
If Lingyu could have a better development, he wouldn't mind losing his own face and building a ladder for the child to rise.
"You'd better teach him well. We in the Zhang family can't teach him well."
Zhang Molan rolled his eyes at him and disdained his suggestion, but after a pause, he spoke again with a hard mouth but a soft heart.
"However, if you encounter any unsolvable problems in your cultivation, I can help answer your questions. Just don't hold your hopes too high. After all, I'm good at physical cultivation, not Dharma cultivation."
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