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Chapter 476
The people in the other camp were in a state of deep grief.
The powerful figures on those cannon platforms looked at each other in disbelief.
To catch a combined attack from both of them with his bare hands? Is he even human? Just how strong is this person?
No one dared to step forward and provoke them. Feeling deeply insulted, Qing Yizi and Mo Li calmed down and dared not say anything harsh.
"When it comes to friendly competition, harmony is paramount."
"Yes, yes, fellow Daoist is right." Qing Yizi tried to pull his arm back, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it an inch.
Between the two cannons, a gentle breeze blew, causing Zhong Ming's hair to flutter slightly, giving him an indescribable air of elegance and freedom. The others all restrained their imposing manner and dared not make any further moves.
Mo Li's face flushed red, not because he was too angry, but because his powerful attack, which he had been preparing for, failed to penetrate his opponent, causing his aura to become disordered and his spiritual energy to become unbalanced. He remained silent and tried his best to calm his meridians.
Zhong Ming slowly lowered their hands and said softly, "Gentlemen, this competition is more harmful than beneficial. I suggest we stop for now, and discuss a suitable plan. We can invite a master to oversee the proceedings so that we can be rescued in time if something unexpected happens. This will also give both sides some time to rest. What do you think?"
"Who do you think you are, spouting nonsense here?"
A voice emerged from the crowd, taking advantage of the dense crowd to avoid being noticed, and shouted secretly.
"Oh, so you want to test your skills against me? Come on up, you big bearded man with the green belt."
The man was very decisive and quick-witted; with a flick of his wrist, he put the belt into his storage bag.
He placed his hands on his waist and casually looked around.
"The one who took off his belt, if you have any complaints, just say them openly. I'll show you who I am, and your question will be answered, right?"
The man silently took a white belt and tied it around his body. His mental fortitude was incredibly stable, and he adopted a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude.
Zhong Ming shook his head, no longer fixated on him. In contrast, he was more curious as to why the other Foundation Establishment cultivators hadn't intervened in this matter.
Once everyone's on the gun emplacements, it's no longer a small-scale skirmish.
"Qing Yizi, the battle between us is not yet over. Let's fight another day."
Mo Li turned and left.
Zhong Ming's lips curled slightly, and he instantly used the Flowing Cloud Movement Technique to appear behind the man and press down on his shoulder.
"You seem somewhat dissatisfied."
"My spiritual energy is exhausted today. Do you intend to take advantage of my weakness?" Mo Li was in a bad mood today. He was fighting to his heart's content but was abruptly interrupted. For someone as proud as him, simply walking down was already a great act of restraint.
"I've heard that you are the representative of the 135th Battalion, is that so?"
He turned around, feeling somewhat uncertain. The spiritual power of the other party was beyond his ability to handle. Even if he did possess some secret technique that could neutralize the clash between his and Qing Yizi's attacks within his body without causing any harm to himself, he couldn't think of a way to defeat such a technique.
We can't exactly fight them hand-to-hand, can we? They're incredibly strong.
"Let's say so. Some fellow Daoists are either in seclusion or traveling. The one currently in the camp is indeed me."
"In that case, would you be willing to spend some time discussing the terms of the agreement together?"
"Fellow Daoist..." Mo Li's words trailed off as his expression darkened. He knew perfectly well what state the other party was in, so why the aggressive manner? Was it to demonstrate his absolute dominance? His face hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "What if I refuse?"
"Your rules state that whoever stands on the stage is the challenger, and only those who leave the stage are considered losers, right?" Zhong Ming smiled warmly. Because he was still wearing the mask he wore before his breakthrough, his "decent" face was completely hidden, and others could only see his ferocious and wicked smile.
Mo Li's face turned pale and then red, but he eventually gave in. He was too ashamed to say anything about taking advantage of someone's vulnerability, because ten days ago, the competition here used a gauntlet format, and it was common practice to send someone up first to deplete the champion's spiritual power.
"Now... it's my one-on-one duel with Qingyi..."
"Old Mo, keep it up! Cheer up, you're the man I admire! Don't lose points~~" At this moment, Qing Yizi had already run out of the dueling area and stood down in the audience with a righteous look, loudly cheering for Mo Li.
Mo Li took a deep breath, and his handsome yet masculine face finally softened, regaining the composure he had before going on stage. "Since you have invited me, then I will respectfully accept your invitation."
"Okay, please come this way."
Zhong Ming led him to the stage of the 134th Battalion and said loudly, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, the recent martial arts competition has been suspended. We will discuss a detailed set of rules and then inform you all."
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The news of Master Cuihong's emergence from seclusion spread throughout the entire camp. The news that he had suppressed the two strongest opponents with unparalleled strength spread like wildfire, and every cultivator who had some free time was discussing just how strong Master Cuihong had become.
Meanwhile, Qing Yizi, Mo Li, and Zhong Ming sat in a small room, looking at each other and drinking pot after pot of tea, but they still couldn't reach an agreement.
"You mean, this martial arts tournament will never be held again?"
"It's not that we won't do it, it's that we won't do it privately anymore."
Zhong Ming took a sip of tea and finally tasted it. It was really good.
Mo Li had a gloomy face, while Qing Yizi still had that carefree and irresponsible attitude.
"Your Excellency should know that some things cannot be stopped. Private matters, if they are not conducted in official venues, will be conducted in secret. There is no way around it; we can't possibly be thousands of people watching over everyone."
"Hmm! That makes sense, very much so." Zhong Ming didn't know anything about tea table etiquette. He even wanted to clink glasses with the other person, but halfway up he remembered that it wasn't wine, so he could only leave the teacup dangling in mid-air. "But some things, once the authorities forbid them, can be done privately, and then the authorities have a legitimate reason to do so."
Zhong Ming is the captain of the guard team. Even if we assume that you went out on "patrol" and went a little too far, and saw one of the cultivators in your own camp fighting with another, and I "didn't know" the other person, and mistook him for the attacker, is that a problem?
Let's argue about right and wrong in prison.
"Can you represent your battalion commander?"
“If I do something wrong, the battalion commander will come and punish me, but he hasn’t come yet, so I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Zhong Ming smiled slightly. He wasn't in a hurry; he also needed to sound out what his superiors were saying.
"Here's what you'll do: pass this topic down and see how the others in your camp react. We should always hear everyone's opinions. I'll give you time; we can meet again here in seven days. How about that?"
Mo Li had no choice but to nod, no matter how unwilling he was. Rank matters, and Zhong Ming was given the title of captain.
"In that case, I'll take my leave." He immediately turned and left, not wanting to stay there for even a second longer.
Qing Yizi gulped down half a cup of tea, rinsed his mouth, puffed out his cheeks without saying a word, and waved goodbye to Mo Li while sitting there.