Chapter Eighty-Seven: Accidents
"Stopββ"
In the ring, the angry shouts of the military captains sounded, such a dangerous game was strongly forbidden by the imperial court.
With a bang, Zuo Guangdou put his sword into the sheath, and without waiting for the military captain to speak, he retreated ahead of time and returned to his original position. The burly young man quickly fell, and blood shot out wildly, staining the ring red.
But he didn't die, Zuo Guangdou's control of the strength was so good, although the sword was close to the heart, it didn't take his life.
There was silence on the field, no cheers, no applause. Zuo Guangdou's game brings people more of a chilling fear. In that black hat, everyone could smell a strong sense of danger.
"Zuo Guangdou, suspected to be a sect disciple. - This guy is horrible, simply a madman. β
Han Bin palpitated in his heart.
"That's the sword technique 'Quick Sword' in the Martial Dao Realm, and it's extremely difficult to practice. I didn't expect that there would be people in the martial arts examination who would learn this kind of mastery. β
Lu Ling turned his head to look at Yang Ji, and said solemnly:
"Yang Ji, this guy is very dangerous, if there is no accident, he is the strongest person in your division. You'd better hope you don't meet him early!"
Speaking of the last sentence, Lu Ling's expression had a dignified look. "The same rice, a hundred kinds of people", it is possible for all kinds of people to appear in the martial arts examination, but people like Zuo Guangdou are still rarely encountered.
At least in the previous martial arts examinations, Lu Ling had never heard of it.
"I got it. β
Yang Ji responded, but there was no change on his face, his eyes were wandering, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The further back the martial arts are, the stronger the opponent becomes, and the more dangerous it becomes. There were even dangerous opponents who used knives and swords.
Although according to the rules of the imperial court, as long as the life of the other party is not endangered, each candidate has the right to use a sword or sword. But if you are not proficient in swords, it is a kind of restraint to use them rashly.
Not only can you not give full play to your own strength, but you will invisibly weaken yourself. This is also the reason why many candidates still choose to fight with their bare hands, knowing that their fists are at a loss to the sword, which is a kind of helplessness.
Those who can defeat the other party with bare hands like Li Chen are only a few after all.
Next, I don't know if it was because of the terrifying blood in the ring, and the successive games looked a little depressed. Both sides of the game were a little uneasy, and their eyes subconsciously glanced at the pool of blood from time to time, and they did not play their best strength at all.
"Next, No. 1201 Yang Ji ......"
A voice rang out from the ring.
"It's your turn. β
Lu Ling suddenly pushed Yang Ji. Yang Ji's opponent this time is not very strong, and his strength is about the same as Zhao Qi, slightly worse. It is the second strongest player in Division 15.
"Yang Ji won. β
Han Bin suddenly laughed. Yang Ji even defeated the stronger Zhao Qi, let alone a weaker opponent.
"Huh!"
The sound of the start of the game had just sounded, and suddenly, an "S"-shaped blurred black shadow flashed in the ring like lightning, and before everyone could react, a figure shouted, flew high, and fell out of the ring.
"Coax!"
There was a buzzing whisper from the crowd, and many people looked at Yang Ji in the ring with wide eyes and surprise. Just now, what Yang Ji performed seemed to be the "S" body technique used by "Zhao Qi", but it was more skillful.
"Yang Ji, what's wrong?"
Lu Ling greeted him and said with some doubts.
Based on her observations, Yang Ji's state is obviously a little different. And with his strength, he can completely handle that person candidate, there is no need to be so complicated.
"Nothing. β
Yang Ji smiled, "I just suddenly had some ideas." β
"It's fine. β
Lu Ling nodded and didn't ask more: "According to the rules, you have at most one game today, and you can rest." β
After this game, it was soon time for the noon break, a bell chime rang, the game was over, and Yang Ji, Lu Ling, and Han Bin quickly left the "Wudian".
Outside, unexpectedly, Yang Ji did not immediately go to the "Dilong Restaurant", but went to a blacksmith shop in Pingchuan City.
The blacksmith's shop was only a low one-storey, made of tin sheets, and a chimney on top was billowing with smoke. The heat was rolling in the room, as if it had been in a stove.
"Master, please help me make a pair of iron gloves. β
Yang Jidao.
As soon as these words came out, Lu Ling and Han Bin behind them both had their eyes lit up.
"Oh, looking at your appearance, you should have participated in the martial arts examination. There are a few groups of people who have come to me. I still say that it is not difficult to hit iron gloves, but it is difficult that there are no materials. β
The shopkeeper of the blacksmith shop was a strong man in his forties, with a bare chest, a bronze color, smoking a cigarette without a match, and the hot sweat dripping from his body was like pulp.
"Master, you run a blacksmith shop, and you actually said that there are no materials for iron. What kind of kidding is this?"
Behind him, Han Bin made a fuss.
"Hmph, young man, don't talk nonsense if you don't know the way. Iron gloves are not made of any material, they must be made of fine iron. Otherwise, the resulting thing will be coarse, heavy, and inflexible, and completely unusable. - Now, if you want, I'll give it to you. β
The bearded middle-aged blacksmith hooked a black lump on the ground with a big hook and kicked it hard in front of everyone. It's a pair of iron gloves the size of a fan, if it counts.
The iron gloves were stained with rust, as if they had been soaked in the stinky water for a long time, and they were cracked in many places. As for the most important knuckles, they are completely separated, one section at a time, like a pile of iron rings.
Han Bin visually inspected it, and the pair of rough iron gloves had to weigh at least thirty pounds. Wearing such a bulky thing, you don't want to show your normal strength at all.
"Is that okay?!"
Han Bin was dumbfounded.
"I said no, but one student just didn't listen, so I had to give him a pair. Now, that's it. I couldn't stand it anymore and threw it back to me. β
The middle-aged blacksmith smoked a cigarette and said nonchalantly:
"Without iron, you can't hit the iron gloves. Do you really think you're the first to come to me?"
Yang Ji frowned, he thought that it would not be difficult to hit the pair of gloves, but he didn't expect there to be such twists and turns.
"I have it!"
Lu Ling, who hadn't spoken much, suddenly said:
"I also have some fine iron stocked there, and I've been pulling it there all the time, and I haven't used it much. I'll have someone bring it to you in a moment. - How long will it take?"
"You are ?ββ"
The middle-aged blacksmith didn't pay attention at first, and when he saw the heroic face wrapped under the helmet clearly, his eyes widened suddenly:
"Miss!"
In Pingchuan City, there are still very few people who don't know Lu Ling, the daughter of the lord of Pingchuan City.
"It won't be long, soon, soon! Only things will be delivered, and it will be ready in a day or two at most!"
The middle-aged blacksmith hurriedly bowed down, and his attitude was completely different.
Yang Ji glanced at Lu Ling, then turned his head, asked the price clearly, and left after paying.
"Thank you. β
After leaving the blacksmith shop, Yang Ji said.
"It's just a few pieces of fine iron, it's nothing. And it's useless for me to put it there. β
Lu Ling waved his hand, disapproving:
"By the way, Yang Ji, shouldn't you order iron gloves to deal with Zuo Guangdou?"
Zuo Guangdou's performance was not only impressive to Yang Ji, Han Bin and others, even Lu Ling was the same, but it was not because of his martial arts, but because of his viciousness and cruelty.
"Hmm. 'An inch is long and an inch is strong'. It's okay to deal with people with average swordsmanship with bare hands, but if it's someone like Zuo Guangdou who is good at swordsmanship, it's extremely dangerous. So I'm going to build an iron glove. β
Yang Ji said calmly.
The "child's fame" of Wu Keju is extremely important to him, and Yang Jizhi is sure to win it. As long as he can win, Yang Ji doesn't mind taking other ways.
When having lunch at the "Dilong Restaurant", Yang Ji barely touched chopsticks the whole time. Lu Ling and Han Bin also knew that he was thinking about things and did not bother.
After lunch, Lu Ling and Han Bin accompanied Yang Ji back to the "Martial Palace". The hall was bustling, and compared to the situation in the morning, some people were happy and some were worried.
"Boom!"
Not long after the game began, a landslide and tsunami exclamation came from behind the partition wall of the "Martial Palace". The huge sound even attracted the attention of Yang Ji and the others in the competition area.
"It's the northern division!"
Lu Ling rolled his eyes and immediately said, "I'll help you take a look." β
She didn't wait for Yang Ji to answer, she immediately pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the other half of the arena behind the wall. To be able to cause such a shock, it is obvious that the opposite game is also very amazing.
Yang Ji didn't move, his focus now is on the game here. "Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is the only way to win a hundred battles", as for the other half of the division, that is something that needs to be considered in the final.
Lu Ling had just disappeared behind the huge steel partition wall when a voice sounded from the ring:
"In the next game, No. 1201 Yang Ji and No. 4435 Wang Xian will play!"
A roar immediately sounded in the arena, and the dense "martial arts students" who had not yet entered the state instantly became excited and applauded warmly.
In the first morning of the game, in addition to the uncomfortable "Zuo Guangdou", Yang Ji and Wang Xian are undoubtedly the most eye-catching.
Although Yang Ji's performance is not as exciting as Wang Xian, both of them are definitely strong contenders for the bottom seven places in the retest.
"Oops!"
Unlike the excited crowd, the two people in the crowd who were named changed their faces at the same time.
"What now, your Iron Hand Fist has just been ordered, and it's too late to use it!"
Han Bin said worriedly. He stayed with Yang Ji and was too familiar with his situation.
Wang Xian's ten indestructible "steel fingers" are too impressive, unless he is good at swords, it is difficult to fight against him.
When you are tied up in a fight, you are afraid of your head and feet, and you lose directly.
The pair of iron gloves that Yang Ji ordered were originally used by him to deal with "Wang Xian" and "Zuo Guangdou", but now it is too late to become elbows.