Chapter 54 I don't

ready built trust in his heart.Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!Then what Dong Aimei didn't raise her head."Don't you find this appalling""Who is to be hated" Dong'a looked at...The pursuit and killing that took place within Fenglin City, the traps and madness, seemed unrelated to the martial arts arena.

Here the battle rages on.

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The three victors who entered the final round were Zhang Linchuan, Lin Zhengren, and Fu Baosong from Wangjiang City.

This is a slender and handsome man. He struggled to defeat the five-year disciples of Fenglin City and won the last spot.

Both five-year-olds from the city of Wangjiang have entered the rotational combat phase, and the situation is overwhelmingly advantageous.

In fact, the battles between five-year-olds are the most important link, and only the top student of Wuzhen from the Three Cities Debate has the qualifications to enter the National Academy.

Similar debating competitions have a similar quota system, just with varying numbers. For example, "North Wind and Snow" has two spots available. Although it's a Five City Debate, in reality only ten participants are selected from across the cities, making the odds greater than the Three City Debate.

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These quotas are also a kind of resource allocation, often depending on the strength of each city's Dao Institute. And what reflects the strength of a Dao Institute is nothing but the cultivators it cultivates. Therefore, once a cultivator grows up, the city's Dao Institute he comes from will also rise.

More National Highway Institute quotas and faster growth for practitioners create a virtuous cycle.

>...While a place like Sanshan City suffers from an elite shortage, can't win in debates, has dwindling resources, and disciples face increasingly difficult training conditions... this is a vicious cycle.

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Only by understanding the Daoist system of Zhuang Guo can one understand why the cultivators in Sanshan City were so desperate to fight for their lives.

Back in the competition, San Cheng Lun Dao's first match for the fifth graders was an internal battle.

Lin Zhengren versus Fu Baosong.

This battle was almost devoid of excitement. Everyone knew that the current situation was a confrontation between Fenglin City and Wangjiang City. The highlight of the entire match was whether Zhang Linchuan could defeat his opponents from Wangjiang City in succession – now it seemed there was little hope.

As for the civil war, it's just a formality.

Obviously, Lin Zhengren was thinking the same way. So when he saw Fu Baosong walking up to him, he casually said: "Just admit defeat. I'll beat Zhang Linchuan badly later, and then you can defeat him and get second place."

He already seemed to have the rankings all figured out.

“Hey!” Zhang Linchuan covered his nose with a handkerchief, looking very disgusted: “Don’t act like I’m not here!”

Lin Zhengren turned his head to look at Zhang Linchuan in the waiting area, and smiled: "Either you withdraw now, or you can suffer less flesh pain."

After revealing his sixth-rank cultivation, he seemed to have liberated his entire temperament, no longer caring much for superficial appearances.

...at this time.

"I don't."

He heard a voice say that.

Lin Zhengren suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. It was Fu Baosong, who had been silent all day, who spoke his first words today.

"You You wouldn't" Lin Zhengren felt incredulous.

Lin Zhengli also cursed outside the scene: "Fu Baosong, are you crazy Don't you know your own weight"

Fu Baosong turned a deaf ear, he just looked at Lin Zhengren, his eyes were frank and equal, no different from looking at other people.

He said, "I will do my best, no matter who the opponent is. That's the meaning of debate."

Lin Zhengren laughed angrily, "Alright, then you try."

... there is a turn in the road.

The onlookers from Fenglin City were startled, seeing that the two cultivators from Wangjiang City were serious. Could it be that Zhang Linchuan of their Fenglin City had a chance now

Although Lin Zhengren is at the sixth rank of cultivation, if Fu Huasong could injure him before defeat... Zhang Linchuan wouldn't be without hope!

“Well done, Fu Baosong!”

"Upright and honest, strong and unyielding, a model for cultivators!"

"That's right! Why give in Lin Zhengren doesn't have any more brains than you. Take him down, and you'll be the leader!"

The audience outside was in an uproar, their expressions showed how excited they were, as if they truly adored Fu Baosong.

Jiang Wang vaguely felt that the last voice was very familiar.

He followed the sound and saw Huang Ajian sneaking about in the crowd.

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Jiang Wang turned back, his face blank.

He really doesn't know what other "talents" the guys who entered this circle because of Du Yexi have. They horse around, are greedy for alcohol and lustful, and now they even incite public opinion.

But strangely, this guy sees flaws everywhere, but he's not annoying at all.

On the stage, Lin Zhengren was clearly enraged. He immediately launched into Qing Mang Jiao.

The python burst forth from the earth, thrashing and writhing in a tangle.

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The green python coiled itself around the vine wall.

A tangle of entwined vines formed a circle, protecting Fu Bosong at its center. It was the same vine snake wall technique that Lin Zhengren had used before.

But even the mid-grade rattan snake entwining the wall is impossible to resist from the lower-grade blue python constricting.

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In less than three breaths' time, the vine snake that coiled around the wall had already shattered.

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The azure python contracted with great force, but in the next instant, it suddenly wilted.

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A turquoise hand, feeling dry and withered, pressed against the python's body. The giant python's body was entwined with decaying gray-white and turquoise.

Grade B top-grade Taoist technique, Rotten Wood Decisive!

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Although he didn't single-handedly shatter the Green Python like Dong A, he still managed to weaken it.

Fu Baosong then seized the opportunity and leaped out.

But how could Lin Zhengren give him the chance Stretching out his hand, a water dragon wave that had been prepared long ago roared out!

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> His handsome face was already as gloomy as possible, visible behind Shui Long's translucent body.

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Some Taoist techniques require talent, while others require compatibility. It's not that when your cultivation level reaches a certain point, you can automatically learn corresponding grade-level Taoist techniques.

Just like this decaying wood decision, although it's only a second-rate top grade technique, it is the unique secret art of the Headmaster of the望江城 Dao Institute. Even Lin Zhengren, himself, has never been taught it! The reason It's not suitable enough

Could this penniless wretch, a stinking stone from the outhouse, possibly be suitable

Lin Zhengren, arrogant as ever, was already fed up with those hypocritical and pretentious excuses. Such as lack of compatibility, or the so-called meaning of discourse!

Facing the nearly still water dragon wave, Fu Baosong's footwork rolled, ready to flash past. Born from the Jiangcheng Daoist Academy, he was certainly no stranger to three stacked waves.

But Lin Zhengren merely pressed his left hand downward, and waves surged forth, mingling with the waves beneath Fu Baosong's feet, causing this flash of insight to evaporate into fantasy.

A simple wave of Taoist energy, timed perfectly and positioned precisely, shattered the Three-Layered Waves that possessed three shifts.

The water dragon wave mercilessly slammed into Fu Baosong, launching him high into the air before he crashed down hard.

Lin Zhengren's foot moved like the waves under his feet, stamping down on Fu Baosong's head.

He lowered his head slightly, and in a deliberate, condescending tone, he said, "Do you think you could possibly beat me"

Fu Baosong struggled to turn his head under Lin Zhengren's feet. He looked at Lin Zhengren, his eyes not filled with anger, but a puzzling kind of stubbornness: "I can't beat you. But I can't... lose without fighting!"

This person is really... smelly and stubborn.

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The stench was enough to wrinkle your nose, but the hardness was worthy of respect.t it could barely be heard here.After all, the distance is too great, far from being in the same world.This body, which was only one step away from achieving the White Bone Saint Physique, finally fel...