The entire venue of the competition was enveloped in a strong smell of blood, and many people shivered. Hearing Chen Shujie's terrible screams on the stage, everyone felt as if their arms had been removed. Wang Chenghao, who is two meters tall, stood under the stage, forming an obvious height gap with the people around him, only to see his slender body trembling obviously, holding his head in both hands, disfigured, and his anxious heart beating faster and faster. Many of the girls present covered their eyes with their hands and let out hysterical shrill screams.

Yan Ming listened to Chen Shujie's screams, but he had a bloodthirsty impulse in his heart. The hideous eyes are imperative to take the opponent's life. Without hesitation, he stabbed the second sword into Chen Shujie's chest.

The sword head stabbed towards Chen Shujie's chest at a very fast speed, and when there were still two inches, a Nine Dragon Dart flew from the crowd at an extremely fast speed towards the sword in Yan Ming's hand. "Qiang", the Nine Dragons Dart collided with the sword, making a crisp impact sound, the sword in Yan Ming's hand was bounced away by the Nine Dragons Dart, and the sudden force made Yan Ming unable to hold the sword in his hand, and the sword and the Nine Dragons Dart fell to the ground together. There are bursts of echoes throughout the tournament.

"Stop Yan Ming, you've already won!" Li Jialong roared in the audience, obviously he flew the dart just now. Everyone in the audience saw that Yan Ming had been unloaded. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in my heart. Many of the students present had never experienced the cruelty of actual combat, and this was the first time that most of them had seen someone so seriously injured in actual combat. The people who are usually carefree at school only reacted when they saw this scene in front of them, and it turned out that the work they were going to do in the future was so dangerous.

Yan Ming looked at Li Jialong in the audience, and the anger on his face became heavier and heavier. Picked up the sword on the ground and walked straight out of the ring.

The crowd in the audience saw Yan Ming, who was covered in blood, walk out of the ring, and then look at his cold face. They couldn't help but step back and make way for a passage.

Yan Ming walked out of the crowd passage step by step, without looking at anyone. Wen Xuan stood at the end of the crowd and watched as Yan Ming slowly walked over and clenched his fists. His heart burned with anger, and he secretly scolded, "This hateful bastard! glanced at Wen Xuan coldly, there was a cold light in the corner of his eyes and the blood splashed during the competition, his eyes were flowing like daggers, black as a deep pool, I don't know what he thought. Wen Xuan only felt a chill on his spine, his heart beat faster, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, escaping from that hellish gaze. Looking back again, Yan Ming had already left the competition venue.

Medical personnel walked into the venue to treat Chen Shujie, who had a broken arm. Chen Shusen's lips were white and his face was blue. The screams stimulated the hearts of everyone present. Many of the older boys in Chen Shujie's class had already cried when they saw Chen Shujie's injury. A bearded man in a samurai tight-fitting training uniform squatted on the ground with an anxious face to soothe Chen Shujie, teach him the trick of breathing and breathing, and relieve his current pain.

Li Jialong and the referee anxiously ran forward to inquire about Chen Shujie's injury. The medical staff replied, "He is bleeding too much now, we must help him stop the bleeding first, we have sealed his blood, but it will not last long to stop the bleeding, and he must be sent to the medical room for surgery immediately, otherwise he will die." After speaking, several people transported Chen Shusen out of the venue on a stretcher.

The man who was squatting on the ground saw the medical staff send him away from the competition ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a circle of tobacco from the cuff, wrapped it in tobacco leaves, and took out a wooden stick about 5 inches long with one hand and used internal force lightly, only to see that the head of the wooden stick burned an obvious flame. Lit the cigarette and inhaled sharply, as if to calm the shortness of breath and chest tightness at the moment. The man was Chen Shujie's teacher, named Fan Jinwen, the director of Class 2 of the 5th grade, and a well-known smoker in Wucheng.

Fan Jinwen looked at Li Jialong beside him and said angrily: "Lao Li, your student is too vicious in your heart! If you don't admonish him, he may become a devil in the future." ”

Li Jialong's face was full of guilt and self-blame and said: "Yes, you have to educate well." He is the only son of Yan Shirong, the chief of the southwest brocade clothes."

Fan Jinwen took two puffs of cigarette, and his heart calmed down a lot: "The son of Lord Yama, no wonder, it's really a melon and a bean." Hades' son is as good as his father. All the students present are expected to receive psychological treatment. Fan Jinwen used his fingers to snuff out the cigarette, "I'm going to see my students, I'll talk later." ”

Li Jialong sighed, a sense of frustration filled his heart, how could his own students be like this?

At this time, Yan Ming was walking alone in the corridor of the school, and the picture of his father admonishing him kept appearing in his mind.

When he was 6 years old, his father selected a man from among the death row prisoners to give Yan Ming actual combat training, and Yan Ming won the battle with the prisoner, but he did not stab the prisoner with a fatal sword.

Yan Shirong shouted loudly to Yan Ming's side, "Stab, stab down, you waste!"

Yan Ming listened to Yan Shirong's shouting on the side, tears couldn't stop flowing, and his mouth kept reading, "Don't.. Woo~ Don't.. Dad, I can't do it—" The hands holding the sword trembled uncontrollably. Yan Ming looked at the sword in his hand stained with blood, and the prisoner was kneeling in front of him, he was covered in injuries and was shouting to Yan Ming, "Rao.. Spare me, please spare me, didn't you say okay to let me go? I still have a child to raise in my house, I just happened to pass by there, who knew that the mob was marching there, I really didn't... I didn't join them, I didn't participate in the riots... The prisoner crawled towards Yan Ming, "Little friend, please plead with your father... Ask him to let me go, I have a younger brother in my family who is younger than you, and if you kill me, he won't have a father."

Yan Ming, who was only 6 years old, couldn't hold back anymore when he heard what the prisoner said, and his heart was on the verge of collapse. With trembling hands, he cried out to Yan Shirong: "..... Woo~~I don't want it~~Don't~~ I can't do it~~, is it okay for Dad to let him go, please don't force me. Woo woo woo woo wow~~. After saying that, he threw away the sword in his hand.

Yan Shirong looked at Yan Ming and shook his head angrily: "Rubbish! How could I give birth to you as a waste!" There is only you and me between the warriors, and don't have pity for any opponent. Mercy is the greatest cowardice of a warrior!"

Saying that, Yan Shirong walked towards Yan Ming and picked up the sword that Yan Ming had just discarded: "Take it!" Yan Ming cried out: "Don't woo woo"

"Rubbish!" Yan Shirong slapped Yan Ming twice, Yan Minghui's cheeks were beaten red, and his crying became more intense. In an instant, Yan Shirong took Yan Ming's hand, held the sword with one hand and Yan Ming's right hand, and stabbed straight into the prisoner's chest. Blood spurted out of the prisoner's mouth and splashed on Yan Ming's face. Immediately he fell to the ground, his eyes had rolled up, and the torso of his body twitched and trembled on the ground at an extremely high frequency, and after a while, the frequency gradually decreased, and slowly the entire torso stopped twitching. This scene was all seen by the young Yan Ming.

Yan Shirong pulled Yan Ming, who was almost collapsed, tied Yan Ming to the pillar, hung his hands up, took out his whip and yelled, "Call you disobedient, you waste." Remember what I said, there is only life and death between warriors, and don't have pity for any opponent. Mercy is the greatest cowardice of a martial artist!" After speaking, a whip hit Yan Ming's back, and Yan Ming let out a terrible scream.........

Yan Ming unconsciously touched his back, which was engraved with countless marks of being whipped by whips. His father's voice kept echoing in his head, "There is only life and death between warriors, don't have pity for any opponent." Mercy is the greatest cowardice of a martial artist!" Thinking of this, Yan Ming hammered the wall with his right hand, "Damn!" At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there were footsteps behind him, and he quickly drew his sword and pointed to the rear, and the corridor was empty. In an instant, the whip rope fell from the sky, and Yan Ming was wrapped around the rope several times, tying him to the pillar of the corridor.

Li Jialong slowly walked out from behind the pillar, Yan Ming looked at Li Jialong and shouted, "What are you going to do!"

Li Jialong looked at Yan Ming, who was covered in blood, and said, "If you don't tie you, you won't listen to me well." I'll leave when I'm done. ”

"Yan Ming, I live in an era of war, which is more cruel and the environment is worse than yours. I don't know what you've been through, but I want to tell you that the existence of warriors is to protect peace, the purpose of war is also to pursue a freer and better system, countless friends around me have dedicated themselves to the revolution in pursuit of ideals, warriors cannot fight for war but must understand why they fight, there are two kinds of ideals in this world, one is that I have achieved my ideals, and the other is that my ideals have been realized through me, even if I sacrifice my own life. This is the value of the existence of a warrior. ”

Yan Ming listened to Li Jialong's words, and there was a trace of turmoil in his heart for a moment, but that wave immediately disappeared again: "What's the use of you telling me this! I only know that martial artists should treat every battle as a decisive battle, and don't have pity for any opponent." Mercy is the greatest cowardice of a warrior!"

Li Jialong paused and said: "Yan Ming, we are all people who have been coerced by the trend of the times, so we have today, if we leave the trend, then we are nothing, don't do stupid things, that's not your life." After speaking, Li Jialong let go of the rope and turned to leave.

Yan Ming sat quietly on the ground alone......