Chapter 6 (1/2)
Chapter 6: A Single Draw
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Fang Lang and Liu Hao had a duel!
The news spread like wildfire through the third floor of the seventh study block
Fang Lang was not known by h he was one of the rich, his fa noteworthy Those who attended classes in the academy had to be either rich or destitute
On the other hand, Liu Hao was a well-known student owing to his reputation as one of the talented common folk students
The match was between a rich kid and a common folk student Was the common folk student forced into this?
The news spread quickly to the other study halls—many students were curious about the outcorounds, chattering as they went
“Fang Lang? Fro City? I heard he ranks in the 700s A third-grade sword disciple… Is he even a good representative for the upper class?”
“I heard the duel steirl is the third name on the honor roll, Ni Wen”
“I don’t think it’s about jealousy Fang Lang went to Ni Wen with some questions about cultivation Then, Liu Hao came to stir up trouble”
“Is it? What an attitude on a coradedoesn’t use any spell char”
…
On the lireen-robed students were exchanging curious words and whispers
The students from the third floor of the seventh study block had taken their sides A nu while most of the common folk students ith Liu Hao
The two boys approached the practice grounds with their auras blazing
Fang Lang was spearheading the group His eyebroere knitted together as he recalled the details of the Sword Draw Technique
The Systeh mentalto the Sword Draw Technique floating in hishe supposedly went through in the past Despite all this, he was still nervous
Liu Hao was a fifth-gradecould only dreareen ca in front of hi’zi, are you confident?”
It was a boy with a floppy e as he asked the question
Fang Lang stopped thinking about the Sword Draw Technique and lifted his head
Yang Zhengyi was an eighth-grade spell disciple, the fifteenth na fa Zhengyi was a childhood friend and one of the few close friends of Fang Lang’s
“Hey, I’rade martial arts disciple if you don’t want to lose? Have you lost your et your pick of girls Why don’t we pay a visit to the entertainment house after class? I’ll show you that love exists in this world”
Yang Zhengyi looked like a true son of nobility with a folding fan in his hand After each line, he flicked his head to e away fro Lang said
He patted Yang Zhengyi on the shoulder and syi flinched
Fang Lang was overfloith confidence
“Lang’zi… You’re giving off a different aura today!”
Was this the power of love?
Thwack! Yang Zhengyi slapped the folding fan on his pal Lang
Yang Zhengyi’s stare was knowing
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The blue sky over the practice grounds of Luojiang Academy was dotted with milky, white clouds
The practice area was paved with green tiles Willow trees were planted along the sides—the leaves rustled in the wind
Coun but there were already studentsexercises while others were channeling their vital energy
In the third practice ring, the gathered students were split into two factions
Both parties were highly strung, as if an i stood in the center of the fight zone His head was downcast as he stroked the wooden sword he collected from the weapons shelf
The destructive power of a wooden sas limited—it was used for practice after all
The duel was voluntary so the acadeerous business and getting hurt was not out of the question
However, the loss of life was definitely prohibited Hence, the weapons’ choice was li His hands rapped in leather and chains dangled froloves used by martial artists, the most destructive ones allowed by the academy to be used in duels
The students cla around!’
The martial artist was a unique occupation Most martial arts disciples relied on their fists but some would pick up odd weapons like a warhammer, machete, nine-toothed serrated blade and so on
Those who used their fists would be equipped with specialized boxing gloves
Sharps were attached to the boxing gloves to enhance their destructive powers
When Liu Hao was done wrapping the chains around his gloved fists, he sent Fang Lang a cold look
“A third grader challenging a fifth grader… You must have some treacherous sche tricks!”
The accusation left Liu Hao’s er—a boy who only achieved third grade sword mastery after three years of study despite the family’s wealth
He hated the rich for exactly this reason Some of them had little talent and awful cores, yet they had access to spirit crystals and other cultivation resources
The world was unfair!
Liu Hao’s e hot
He was not worried about offending the upper class students He had some innate talent and there was a chance he would be selected by one of the sects after the Imperial Examination His social status would be elevated once he became a master
If he had the resources, he would be able to clier and jealousy
Liu Hao was sure Fang Lang had soe a fifth grader?
If spell charms were not in play, Liu Hao could not think of a scenario where he would lose
He punched his chain-decorated fists together and said, “You better not cry and beg later”
His eyes were cold as he stared at Fang Lang
Fang Lang leaned on his wooden sword and gave the boy a flippant s for you to not die?”