Chapter 72 - Sir, My Hand Was Forced (1/2)
Chapter 72: Sir, My Hand Was Forced
With the ever-present autunificantly and people were starting to put on their winter clothing
After the end of the practical combat section, the Imperial Examination would officially conclude The core evaluation on the third day was just a formality with no suspense
A person’s core was unlikely to undergo any hout their lives
The autuht
At the rooftop of the Mentors’ Office in Luojiang Acade’s hand had cooled
Fine raindrops fell froy surrounding Wen Ting kept hi lifted his head and looked into the distance A flight sas streaking across the sky As it approached, Wen Ting couldwas surprised and quickly y Chao Xiaojian was here
“Vice Leader Chao,” Wen Ting greeted with his hands folded
Chao Xiaojian diseht sword returned to the sword box with a flash
He studied Wen Ting then sible cultivation You had innate talent but sadly, it asted As the saying went, women eaken your sword And yet you abandoned your sword for that woered by the words “Everyone has theirthe sword My sword is different from yours”
Chao Xiaojian pursed his lips “You should stopto your body”
Wen Ting smiled and asked curiously, “Why is Vice Leader Chao here in person?”
Chao Xiaojian’s eyes lit after the re… He ed to rank first in the theoretical coress It’s such a shaood core Otherwise, he would no doubt rank well in the honor roll”
Wen Ting only chuckled at that
‘You know nothing’
Then, the twomore to say to each other
They waited in silence for the practical co took a sip of his wolfberry tea, he watched as candidates walk out of the Luojiang Exaether
The exiting candidates were bruised and battered, so
Chao Xiaojian’s white eyebrow lifted “Such unforgiving assessenerations of cultivators…”
Wen Ting spat out the remnants of a wolfberry His eyesoff about this practical session…
The autuy
Wen Ting flickered and vanished from the rooftop of the Mentors’ Office
A white eyebrow lifted Chao Xiaojian took a seat and waited for the dra passage carved into it In the distance, heavy snow covered half of the Mountain God te re the Obsidian Sword The energy in him continued to climb and the snow around him was pulverized by the intensity
A fine Spirit Suit enveloped Fang Lang He held the Obsidian Sword at an angle, sword tip pointing forward
The foreign warrior rose A stunned expression was on his face His disbelief resulted in a loud howl
“You!”
The ’s attack nearly cut through him!
Unbelievable!
This was the caliber of a Tang Dynasty candidate?
‘If the Tang Dynasty has geniuses like this, ill n rip on his sword The ferocity and malevolence in his eyes intensified
“Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to kill you I won’t survive if I killed you, but I can crush your soul and deter you fron cultivator said coldly
Booy surrounding his body exploded, blowing away the nearby snow
The ht as if he was rushi+ng into battle
As a soldier who had fought in actual battles on the frontline, he would not lose to an inexperienced student as sitting for the I Dynasty had invited the top fighters frohout the eth of the army was to be used to educate the candidates about the truth of cultivation
However, only Luojiang Exan exaen tribes to protect the Tang Dynasty’s borders Therefore, he appointed a foreign cultivator to be the practical combat examiner as a test run
Coincidentally, the third prince wanted Li Puyi to pressure Fang Lang Therefore, he n cultivator to be posted at Luojiang Exa did not flinch froe
A third-class, first-gradedeal
Of course, athrough all parts of the body He was strong, no doubt, and it would be a tough battle if Fang Lang were to fight as his own self
Why struggle when Fang Lang could decisively win?
Without hesitation, Fang Lang used the Power Loan Card and whipped out Jiang Linglong’s ninth-grade sword enius!
True geniuses could win despite being outranked
The rule ’s power, Fang Lang was sure she could
A golden-core ninth-grade swordrealn warrior anted to trash Fang Lang would soon understand…
Two could play the ga Lotus Sas unsheathed
The overbearing killing instinct fro flinch
The late Lin Yun’s intensity and ferocity were con warrior’s
The blades clashed and Fang Lang let out a burst of speed Both swords le to keep up He was struck ’s swords
The man could only block blow after blow…
Even after Fang Lang stopped his attack, the man still raised his sword in a defensive stance
Fang Lang activated his Spirit Step and afterin cultivator’s sight
Fang Lang hurled the Obsidian Sword Like a black arrow, it shot forward and struck the pile of snow behind the foreign cultivator Then, Fang Lang rushed forward and leapt His juround