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A Half-Demon encounters an Exorcist, and a transcended Exorcist at that. The outcome is already quite clear. This battle was destined to end before it even began. Zhang Chong is also fated to be a tragedy.
"What... How could this happen..." Zhang Chong managed to utter with great difficulty.
Ye Mingshang looked at him calmly, her gaze reflecting the disdain and contempt one might have for a foolish monkey that has been toyed with. "The so-called considerations you possess are nothing but child's play in my eyes."
With one hand gripping Zhang Chong, Ye Mingshang suddenly took a step forward and forcefully threw him away.
"Boom!"
The tall figure shot out like a cannonball, crashing heavily against the wall, creating a deep dent in the solid structure that left onlookers in shock.
As for whether this would result in death, Ye Mingshang was quite measured; Zhang Chong was a Half-Demon, with physical qualities far superior to those of an ordinary person. Although he had certain flaws, in some respects, he was actually stronger than real demons.
Such an attack would cause him pain at most, but it would definitely not be enough to kill him.
Accompanied by the sound of falling debris, Zhang Chong struggled to lift his head, confusion and bewilderment filling his eyes.
"Why... why..." Zhang Chong said with great difficulty.
"Pat pat..."
Ye Mingshang walked over slowly, her footsteps echoing throughout the room, each sound striking at the hearts of those present.
"Why? Is what I said not clear enough? Your so-called ultimate is merely a joke in my eyes."
As she spoke, Ye Mingshang approached closer, holding a piece of black talisman paper in her hand. The talisman was dark and emanated a terrifying aura.
"You have violated the forbidden Law. I will fulfill my duty as an Exorcist and seal your powers."
Ye Mingshang said calmly as she pressed the talisman against Zhang Chong's chest.
"Swish!"
A flash of black light struck, and the talisman was firmly affixed to Zhang Chong's chest, emitting a dazzling glow accompanied by a hissing sound, radiating electric arcs like black lightning.
"Ah!!!"
The scream was tragic as Zhang Chong endured unimaginable pain, as if a part of his body were being forcibly torn away. This sensation could be likened to ripping off one's own arm or some organ. The agony was, of course, beyond words.
After a few seconds, the black light vanished, and Zhang Chong lost consciousness; the talisman on his chest also disappeared. Finally, through his clothing, it seemed one could see a flash of black light at Zhang Chong's chest before it vanished.
Lightly glancing at the fallen Zhang Chong, Ye Mingshang murmured to himself, "Sealing your power is for your own good, Half-Demon. Once discovered, you will be treated as a monster. Though you have become an ordinary person now, at least you can live. Enjoy the remaining time well; do not indulge in that power that does not belong to you."
Turning back to look at his disciples who gazed at him with admiration, he smiled—a warm smile like sunlight. "You all did well. From now on, I will be your support."
...
This competition was secretive; not only were female members excluded, but through certain means, it was kept within their circle.
The outcome of the battle was devastating; nearly everyone was seriously injured. If the matter were to escalate, it would be difficult to handle. Thus, they reached a consensus from the beginning: regardless of the competition's result, it must remain among them and never be made public.
However, with over a hundred people injured, keeping it under wraps was challenging. Fortunately, they were at Nanjing Medical University and did not need to go to an outside hospital; otherwise, the commotion would have been even greater.
Later on, some observant individuals began speculating about what they had seen and heard.
Some said it was a fight with students from another school; others claimed it was mutual sparring; while some suggested they were attacked by outsiders.
Amidst the various opinions, those who understood the situation knew it was a joint provocation by Taekwondo, Karate, and Judo against the Martial Arts Club.
Thus emerged a theory: outsiders had provoked them but were defeated by the Martial Arts Club and ended up severely injured. However, due to the numerical disadvantage of the Martial Arts Club, both sides suffered losses.
This was the closest guess to the truth; naturally, no one knew the detailed process.
To prevent the matter from spreading further, Ye Mingshang had already employed a form of Evil Arts to implant a psychological suggestion in everyone’s minds, leading them to selectively blur their memories of the incident.
Members of the Martial Arts Club were seriously injured, with Hou Xiaohou being the worst off—almost incapacitated. However, since he was called senior brother and had gained their recognition, they would not simply remain obediently in the hospital.
He still had many healing elixirs; with their assistance, it wouldn't take long for them to recover fully without any side effects. Of course, this speed was relatively fast; it would still take at least ten days to half a month for complete recovery. As for those who had provoked them, they would need at least one or two months before they could move normally again and should not think about fighting for half a year.
Later, Ye Mingshang chatted for a long time with a group of junior disciples, and they became much more familiar with each other.
During the conversation, someone asked Hou Xiaohou why he was so fierce when fighting Karate but was slightly gentler with the Judo member. Aren't both martial arts from Japan?
In response, Hou Xiaohou looked adorably confused and exclaimed, "Isn't Judo from Brazil?!"
Haha, no wonder! This fellow actually mixed up Japanese Judo with Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. It's no surprise that he remained relatively calm when facing the Judo Club member but got so excited upon seeing the Karate Club member; this is the reason.
That evening, when they returned to the dormitory, those two fools were not around; it was unclear where they had gone off to have fun.
Upon opening the door, the old director was sitting at his desk, engrossed in several books laid out before him. These were books he rarely flipped through, yet the old director seemed to be enjoying them immensely.
In fact, Li Mingqi, besides being the director of an orphanage, was also an undeniable academic achiever. His thirst for knowledge was akin to a lecherous man encountering a beautiful woman. Perhaps this analogy isn't entirely fitting, but it sufficiently illustrates his passion for learning.
As Ye Mingshang approached, he noticed the old director was flipping through a book titled Horstloff. This was a collection of short stories by a French novelist that Ye Mingshang had casually brought back out of curiosity and had merely glanced at before placing it on the desk.
In a spiritual state, his concentration would be several times better than that of an ordinary person, and his memory was exceptional, almost reaching photographic recall.
The old director, focused on reading, did not notice Ye Mingshang's arrival until he finished the book and reluctantly set it down, at which point he finally noticed Ye Mingshang standing beside him.
(To be continued.)
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