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Chi Jun's gaze was fixed intently on my fingertips. While others merely saw a flash of white light, in Chi Jun's eyes, it transformed into a half-meter-long blade of white energy.
"Heh, this is interesting. I want to see just how strong your trump card is!" A glimmer of excitement flashed in Chi Jun's eyes, and a wicked smile crept across his lips. In the moment I charged forward, he swiftly cast several spells with his hands while muttering strange incantations.
Chi Jun was finally making his move.
Seeing his stance, surprise flickered in my eyes as I exclaimed, "How are you so resilient? So you're one of us! In that case, I won't hold back!"
I bit down hard on my tongue, spraying a mouthful of Tongue Blood onto my fingers. The originally half-meter-long blade of energy was instantly stained a deep crimson, radiating a faint burning sensation and increasing its power by more than thirty percent.
As I changed my tactic, Chi Jun completed his spell. He also bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of Tongue Blood into the air before him.
"Earth Yin and Yang, Sun and Moon, Heaven and Earth. Yin Spirits, Evil Spell, Ghostly Beasts. Daoist techniques can be stolen; ghostly arts connect with the divine. Daoist Ghost Techniques, Ghostly Sword, manifest!" Chi Jun shouted as he clenched his right hand into the void. The mass of Tongue Blood immediately coalesced, swirling with an eerie aura and transforming into a black half-meter-long sword.
Outside the Athletic Field, the students were somewhat numbed by the spectacle but still screamed and discussed among themselves.
"What the hell? Is Chi Jun performing magic? Where did that long sword come from?"
Someone slapped their forehead in disbelief and sighed, "Ugh, my worldview has collapsed. The books I've read must be fake! Everyone else fights so impressively; why can't I achieve that kind of effect?"
...
Wang Ke and Cai Yanhui watched the unfolding scene with tense expressions. Neither spoke; they both understood that the outcome between me and Chi Jun would significantly influence the direction of the entire situation.
“Jiang Ling, you must win! You have to take down this person!” Wang Ke clenched his fists, urging silently in his heart.
The current situation is that only by defeating Chi Jun and having enough strength left to help others can we turn the tide and defeat all these students from other schools.
I no longer had the mind to analyze the situation at hand because once I recognized Chi Jun's identity, I could no longer focus on anything else.
“Daoist Ghost Techniques! I never expected you to be practicing ghost arts! Chi Jun, what exactly is your purpose for mingling among these freshmen?” I looked at Chi Jun with some trepidation. Ghost arts are a branch of Taoist Magic, and those who can practice them are exceptionally gifted individuals.
Although ghost arts are a branch of Taoist Magic, they are not weaker than traditional Taoist Magic; in fact, they can be even stronger. The essence of Daoist Ghost Techniques is to harness the power of the Demon God and integrate it into Taoism to reach the highest realm. Simply put, ghost arts are a means to become powerful by continuously devouring Ghostly Beings and transforming that power into one's own Taoist Magic.
Recognizing that Chi Jun could wield ghost arts and that his prowess was not inferior to my own Taoist Magic clarified many things.
“Hehe, Jiang Ling, if I told you that I specifically came here just to spar with you, would you believe me?” Chi Jun said with a provocative glint in his eyes.
Seeing Chi Jun's expression, I shook my head gently and replied calmly, “Chi Jun, I don’t care what your intentions are. Let me warn you in advance: it’s best not to provoke me. Otherwise, you will suffer greatly!”
Having said that, I decided not to waste any more words with Chi Jun. Gripping my blood-red sword energy, I charged towards him.
“Hehe, come on! I, Chi Jun, am not easily frightened. If you want to scare me, show me your true strength and defeat me!” Chi Jun laughed maniacally as he brandished his black Ghostly Sword, fearlessly meeting my attack head-on.
Bang bang~~ We quickly engaged in combat, our sword energies clashing against each other as our footwork constantly shifted, leaving two afterimages on the Athletic Field.
The freshmen nearby gaped in shock, their eyes wide with horror. They could no longer discern the details of the battle between me and Chi Jun; all they could hear were the sounds of impact, completely unaware of what was actually happening.
About a minute later, the figures of Chi Jun and I separated, creating distance between us.
The sword energy in my hand had dissipated, and my clothes were torn by Chi Jun's Ghostly Sword. A finger-length wound had appeared on my chest. Fortunately, I had infused Buddhist Power into my flesh beforehand, protecting my body, so the injury wasn't too severe.
I glanced down at the scar on my chest, a strong sense of fear rising within me. I looked up into Chi Jun's eyes and said earnestly, "Chi Jun, you are indeed formidable. If it weren't day but night, and if Yang Qi hadn't suppressed you, that last move could have pierced my chest."
"Heh heh, Jiang Ling, don't be too modest. If I'm inferior, I'm inferior; there's no need for you to comfort me," Chi Jun replied with a cold sneer. His Ghostly Sword had shattered from our clash, and his clothes were also tattered from my sword energy. At the same time, I had inflicted a wound on his chest that pierced through his left shoulder, staining that area of his clothing a deep crimson as blood flowed out.
"Chi Jun, do you want to continue fighting?" I asked calmly. Chi Jun had already lost the use of his left arm; if he wanted to keep going, I wouldn't mind incapacitating his right arm as well.
"Jiang Ling, this time I admit defeat. I hope that when we meet next time, you can still overcome me. If you lose, I won't let you leave so easily," Chi Jun said, a flash of Cold Killing Intent in his eyes. After delivering his threat, he turned and walked out of the Athletic Field without looking back at the crowd, showing no intention of communicating with Cai Yanhui.
Watching Chi Jun's departing figure, I let out a long sigh of relief. Though I appeared strong on the surface, during our fight, my Daoist Magic had nearly been depleted; my combat strength was running low. If Chi Jun had chosen to engage in a life-and-death struggle with me, it would have been quite troublesome.
However, with the remaining magic I had left to deal with these students from other schools was more than enough. A glint of killing intent flashed in my eyes as I raised my fist again and charged at those students from outside schools, shouting loudly, "Grandsons! Your grandpa is here! Let me teach you how to behave properly!"
With one punch thrown, I instantly knocked one person down. They were no match for me; one by one, they fell like vegetables under my fists.
(End of Chapter)
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