svetikya Chapter 186: Beating
Chapter 186: Beating
The battle is definitely a one-sided situation. Yang Lin is sometimes a little arrogant, but this is not the reason why he will overturn the great soul master, even if the great soul master is physically powerful and has superb fighting skills.
If he had the soul king cultivation level, rich martial arts reserves, and was overturned, there would be no need for Du Qianqiu to ridicule him, Yang Lin himself would not be able to survive in the Holy Dao Academy.
After fighting for several rounds in a row, Esdeath gave up the close combat with Yang Lin, took a violent step, opened his position, and began to change his fighting mode.
With high maneuverability and meticulous manipulation of the ice, he launched a fierce attack on Yang Lin when he was distracted.
At this time, Yang Lin couldn't be too leisurely. He was originally a melee fighter, but he was still a little helpless when facing a long-range mage. He had not yet adapted to advanced combat methods such as the release of soul power. He had practiced before, but he wanted to There is still a long way to go to reach the level of Mo Wen and Liu Erlong.
He raised the Pojun Overlord Gun again and danced like a tiger in the wind. Yang Lin didn't know that Mo Wen was observing him, teasing him a little, or trying to see Esdeath's potential, but he didn't use his full strength.
Needless to say, Esdeath is really difficult to deal with. There are ice blades, ice balls, and ice spikes protruding from the ground. There are also many fighting techniques.
It also opened the eyes of the friends who were watching. They never expected that there would be such a person who could reach their level.
Among them, Luo Qingtian is even more like a lemon. From her intuition, if she fights Esdeath, she may die.
Mo Wen, who was watching, was a little unhappy at the moment. It was just a fight, why did he tease others? He was very dissatisfied with Yang Lin's failure to exert his full strength. With a wave of his hand, a ball of platinum gold formed behind the second disciple's butt. The mist penetrated hard.
"Ah!" Yang Lin, who was suddenly attacked, yelled and lost consciousness for a moment. As a result, he was hit by a piece of ice on his face, and tears of pain almost came out.
He no longer had any thoughts of struggling. He endured the pain in his nose, waved his martial spirit and rushed towards Esdeath. He had to make up for his image as a wise and martial artist, especially since Gwen was still watching.
Yang Lin, who was using all his strength, was not something Esdeath could resist, not to mention that the battle just now consumed a lot of soul power and physical strength. After struggling twice, a spear was pressed against his throat.
The battle also came to an end, Yang Lin showed an expression that he thought was very handsome, Yang Lin pointed out his red nose, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a certain tone, "Yes, if you are not facing me, it may still be a while." It’s a pity that you met me, Yang Lin, the God of War of Holy Dao Academy. You can’t even defeat me. You are not qualified to see the master yet. Practice well, I will be here waiting for your challenge.”
Accepting his failure calmly, Esdeath did not show any negative expression. Instead, he looked down upon the man in front of him more and more. He clapped his hands, applauded Yang Lin, and said ruthlessly, "You just won in time." , five years later, the outcome is still unknown, I will challenge you again, I will use my boots to trample you under my feet, it will be a great sense of accomplishment."
Smiling and saying ruthless words, Esdeath left the soul fighting arena without any nostalgia. After a battle, her bottleneck showed signs of loosening. When the competition begins, she will definitely be the soul master.
After sending away the future junior sister, Yang Lin didn't take those words to heart at all. Yang Lin still looked cool, turned around and gave his friends a wink, and pretended to say, "How is it? Isn't your performance very good?" Perfect, God of War of the Holy Path, the title I just thought of does not fit my image very well."
All the enthusiasm was rewarded with looks of disgust, especially from Du Qianqiu, whose looks of disgust turned into reality, and he complained mercilessly, "Hehehe, that's awesome. The Soul King beat the great Soul Master and was almost broken." His nose is broken, he is so powerful, the holy god of war, the eternal god."
Even Gwen almost didn't look at it. She hurriedly took two steps forward, took Jiangzhu's hand, and begged, "Sister Jiangzhu, please help him treat it. It's so embarrassing."
Ning Rongrong, who has always been known for his poisonous tongue, was even more merciless. He imitated Esdeath, clapped his hands, and said intermittently, "Yang Lin...Senior Brother...is really...so powerful...it's amazing." I... don't dare... to call you Senior Brother. From now on... I'll just call you... Red Nose... Hahaha..."
Raising her hand to high-five Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu leaned against Zhu Zhuqing and did not hide her laughter, "Hahaha... Yang Lin, it's better not to spread this matter. It's too embarrassing. If others know, I have to discuss it with Mo Wen. As a master's wife, I really feel embarrassed."
"You...you..." Yang Lin reached out to cover his nose. He was speechless for a moment. He felt that he had been abandoned by the world. Something did hit his butt just now, which led to a sneak attack. There was no evidence, he said. When you came out, you felt that you would be ridiculed even more seriously. After a long time, you finally swallowed your words.
Mo Wen, who was watching the battle, was very satisfied with this result. The disciples should knock more and create opportunities without paying attention. If these guys are allowed to go on smoothly, I am afraid they will not be able to stand up when they encounter setbacks. In that case , it will lose a lot of combat effectiveness.
In an instant, he disappeared from a high place. Mo Wen used his skills to arrive at the entrance of the Soul Fighting Arena. He walked in calmly and asked, pretending to be confused, "What are you doing? Why are you laughing?"
Suddenly, everyone, except the victim, burst into laughter again. Jiangzhu, who had just released his martial spirit, supported himself with his staff and looked away from the treatment.
Yang Lin, who had his back to Mo Wen, was excited for a moment and winked at Jiangzhu hurriedly. If Mo Wen saw the red nose, he felt that he would be doomed.
But turning his back to the master was not a long-term solution. In a shameless spirit, he bent down, came to Mo Wen's side, and said flatteringly, "Master, there was a person here just now. His words were particularly unpleasant. I must challenge him." You. As your second disciple, can I bear it? Of course I can't. I went up and started fighting with her. And I always implemented Master's teachings and didn't hit her hard. Instead, she realized her mistake. Fortunately, I learned It was in place and it was successful, but they laughed at me and said I was merciless, Master, I was wronged."
It was a passage that was so full of emotion that it made people cry, and Mo Wen would have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
His eyes swept over the others one by one, and he held Xiao Wu's hand. He lowered his head and whispered in Yang Lin's ear, "Holy God of War, does your butt still hurt?"
Yang Lin suddenly raised his head, with an expression of disbelief. Everything was clear. The initiator of everything was the man in front of him. He pursed his lips and complained, "Master, if you torment me like this, I won't feel heartache." Well, if you continue like this, you will lose me, a handsome disciple with both civil and military skills."
Reaching out and touching Yang Lin's head, Mo Wen took out the family tree of the Shengdao School and said with pretense of regret, "Then there is nothing we can do. Qianqiu, take the pen and I will fulfill him today."
Du Qianqiu, who had long disliked Yang Lin's attempt to commit suicide, immediately took out a writing brush and came to Mo Wen with both hands raised. He said respectfully, "Master, please."
"Master!" He screamed hoarsely, frightening several people, and then they covered their mouths and started laughing.
I saw Yang Lin hugging Mo Wen's thigh, blinking his eyes, squeezing out a few tears, and said with tears, "Master! Yang Lin has been a disciple for nearly nine years. He serves Master every day. There is no merit but also hardship." Thank you, Master, please spare me this time. Master, please say a word for me, Xiaolin. Master, you are the most kind, beautiful and generous!"
The child's last sentence hit the point, it hit Xiao Wu's heart. He immediately followed the teacher's wife's example and comforted him, "Mo Wen, Xiao Lin didn't mean it. It's a small punishment. Let him go this time. After cultivating it for so many years, how can it be lost?”
Du Qianqiu still took the brush in his hand. Mo Wen was a little angry. The child was getting older and younger and dared to say anything. He picked up the pen and wrote a few small words behind Yang Lin. Face said, "Yang Lin, the second disciple of the Holy Way School, has no teacher and disrespects his junior sister. He will be given one demerit and will be punished by running a hundred laps a day. Holy Way disciples should take this as a warning. Anyone who offends again will be expelled from the school!"