A vicious wind comes from behind the head and strikes straight to the heart.
A moderate backstab. A connoisseur of backstabbing would say.
A decisive strike, straight to the point, a decent backstab. But ——
A pa*sable backstab is no different from a mediocre one. A backstab that can’t do either extreme will basically miss. Either they are silent and unnoticeable. The other is that it is so fast and powerful that it is impossible to defend against it.
There is also the important point that the backstabber must not be detected before the backstab.
Unfortunately, this backstabber had none of the three points. The harsh steel blade brought up a strong wind and struck Qing Yu’s figure, only to be a stump.
Wait, a knife?
After casting “Light Transformation” and “Colourless Transformation” to create an illusion to stay where he was, Kiyoharu scampered to a high place and was a bit confused by the weapon used by the visitor. I don’t think either the Yamahasu or the Reiji cla*s would have chosen a sword as their weapon.
The sword was a weapon that was more domineering than kingly, and had always been frowned upon by scholars. Even though the scholars of this world have a harder fist than some martial artists, they look down on pure martial artists from the bottom of their hearts and consider them to be a group of reckless men. And the sword, in the minds of the Confucianists, is the very standard of a reckless man.
The thought of curiosity was fleeting, but Qingyu did not hesitate at the slightest thought, and immediately struck the unqualified back-stabber with a “Flying Dragon in the Sky”.
The palm strike was extremely powerful and came out through the palm before the hand. The “Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon” are simple and uncomplicated, but the essence lies in the movement of the power, which is what Qing Yu is particularly good at.
The a*sailant used the face of his sword to deflect Qing Yu’s first palm strike, but the steel blade was bent by the powerful blow, but it was still blocked. Before he could rejoice, the real palm struck again in the same place, bending the blade to the extreme, but not breaking it, showing that the blade was of high quality and that the owner or his supporters had made some effort.
However, the hand that held the knife could not stand the force from the knife and it fell out of the hand.
It was a pity, Qing Yu sighed in his heart, for if the “Thirteen Taibao Cross Training Golden Bell Shield” had not changed his body so much, this move would have broken his blade and struck him straight in the chest.
The “Thirteen Taibao Cross Training Golden Bell Shield”, which he got from Ao Shaobao, is not high level, but it changes the body greatly, developing the body’s muscles and bones in a strong direction, which is not conducive to the path Qing Yu is following. Therefore, Qingyu has only been using the medicine method to slowly strengthen the muscles and bones and internal organs, but has not touched the essence of hard kung fu at all.
While his heart was pitying, Qing Yu’s hands were not slow at all. “With a breath of air, his left palm came out from under his right palm and struck the attacker in the small of his back.
“The Eighteen Stances of the Descending Dragon – Or Leaping into the Abyss”.
“The attacker was knocked out of the canopy of the tree and plunged downwards.
The attacker was knocked out of the canopy and fell downwards. In mid-air, the “Heavenly and Hidden Life Transformation Method” was running wildly in both the Manifestation and Concealment Chakras, robbing the surrounding heaven and earth of its vital energy. In a few breaths, he had recovered most of the losses from several fierce moves in a row.
“Dense clouds do not rain”.
The two palms alternated in a series of strikes, enveloping the attacker’s upper body and head, crackling with blows. By the time they hit the ground, the attacker was on the verge of death.
As the battle began and ended, the a*sailant made a careless move and was struck back by Qing Yu with a flurry of moves that left him in a life-threatening position.
‘Someone from the Great Qian Military ——‘ thought Qing Yu as he raised his hand and looked at his reddened palm.
This strange attacker, although wearing the blue Confucian uniform of a scholar of science, was using martial arts that were not of science. True qi was harsh, with blood and fury, and with the war sword that had fallen not far away in obvious style, if Qing Yu was correct, this person should be a member of the military.
I had heard that in the army of the Great Qian, from the generals down to the soldiers, all of them had practised the superior “Iron Cloth of a Hundred Battles”, a hardened body and bones that could withstand ordinary swords with a little success. Now, it seems that the name is true.
Even if Qingyu was not good at external kung fu, but with the protection of his true qi, not everyone could survive the “Eighteen Dragon Slaps”, which are the most rigid and hardest of all, and could shock Qingyu’s palms to redness with their hard kung fu.
The unnamed soldier not far away was breathing very little and was about to breathe, but still no miracle happened.
‘Looks like they got their way with their mothballing.’ Qing Yu thought.
Qing Yu had been a little suspicious when the B*****d lying on the ground had blatantly ripped off his disguise and used his real martial arts skills. Now that he looked like he was going to die, yet he still hadn’t been lured out of the small secret realm to save him, it seemed that the people on the Da Qian side had really isolated the control of the Mountain River Academy over this small secret realm. Otherwise, given the rules of this literary competition, they would not have failed to save this person from death.
For this Literary Altar Competition, the Mountain River Academy had added a rule that once they were on the verge of death, they would be led out of the Little Secret Realm. This rule was created to protect the scholars of the Mountain River Academy.
It is important to know that the scholars of science are not worth the money, as their internal arts do not have such strict heart restrictions as ‘Hao Ran Zheng Qi’, which allows them to produce core scholars in bulk. Or rather, they have no distinction between ordinary and core scholars, and any scholars who enroll can start practising the internal arts of science straight away.
But the scholars on the Mountain River Academy side were much more precious. The core students are all treasures, and it is only with the blessing of the heavens that one in ten of the students enrolled each year can eventually achieve the “Hao Ran Zheng Qi”.
This time, with the backing of the Great Qian, the academics are ruthless and seem to be well prepared, so the danger is not comparable to the previous literary battles. Zhuge Longjue and the others did not want all twenty-five core scholars to be lost in the small secret realm, so they added this provision for rescue and treatment.
The one who wanted to confirm had already been confirmed, and Qing Yu was about to step in to relieve the one who was still lying dead. Although they should reasonably be considered as a group, Qing Yu said that since he had already beaten someone to the ground, he should just send the Buddha to the West and help him to free himself. Qing Yu did not want to make a move to save him anyway.
“Stop.”
The voice came from far away and a blue figure rose and fell a few times, appearing in front of Qing Yu.
“Luo Yan?” Qing Yu frowned at the visitor.
The light and ethereal true qi was a familiar one, and with the human skin mask that could not be concealed from Qing Yu, Qing Yu could instantly recognize that this halfway decent was none other than Luo Yan.