PFC Chapter 122 All Cool
Chapter 122 All Cool
When someone comes to your doorstep and declares war, it's impossible not to fight.
But no matter how you fight, you need a rule.
Although a quarrel is one against seven, a fight is three against seven. How can we distribute the forces reasonably so as not to appear to have won unfairly?
When Xie Chao lowered his head to think about this question, Qu Fengying laughed sinisterly: "Haha, let's fight in a round-robin battle."
"You." He pointed at Fang Chihong and said grimly, "Weren't you very talkative just now? It's just one against seven, not a group fight. You're not scared, are you?"
Yi Chi could tell that this chief disciple named Qu Fengying was a shameless and sinister person with no status baggage.
It’s hard to imagine that the true essence of the ice cube in the waxing moon tastes like this.
Xie Chao hesitated and said, "This is not appropriate."
Their numbers and identities are not equal, only their cultivation levels are comparable.
This is also quite sad, as other sects only need to have nearly the same number of true disciples, and they can accept seven or eight in a hundred years.
The true disciples of Jueya are very picky. Apart from Yi Chi, there are only three in a hundred years. However, although there are few, they are excellent, and each one can be compared with the chief of other sects.
Qu Fengying looked down upon Jueya's arrogance. In the eyes of them, the demon cultivators, when it came to matters of interest, it was not shameful to do it standing or kneeling.
Hypocrisy is self-limiting, being aloof is self-destructive, the world is a huge madness, there is no need to be too polite.
Every choice has a price, and the price of being noble is being beaten.
He had a sinister smile on his face, "Haha, there's nothing wrong with that. What's the essential difference between her being beaten by one person and being beaten by seven people? The pain won't be reduced."
Fang Chihong also disliked this sick monkey. She was a person who said one thing to one person and another thing to another person.
So he sneered at him and said, "What's the difference between me fucking you alone and me and seventy of my disciples taking turns to fuck you?"
Qu Fengying thought for a moment and said, "There is no difference. Both are great."
Everyone: “…” You are all invincible, kids.
Is this the kind of conversation that should take place between such awesome people?
To put it bluntly, the relationship between people is just like a vegetable market.
Gu Fusheng always sat alone on the high platform, untouched by the dust. She never expected that one day she would hear such an outrageous conversation. She frowned and held back.
Yu Qinghuan said, are you really not considering exchanging the names of the Demonic Sect and the Hehuan Valley?
In short, under this mudslide that intimidated everyone, Xiao Buyi and others silently accepted the plan to beat Yu Zhiqing and the other two.
Xie Chao was a gentle man after all. He pointed to the calm blue sea below the harbor and said, "Ordinary sparring is boring. Why not just do it on the sea?"
"As long as I can make the opponent fall into the water or force him to come ashore, I'll win the game, how about that?"
In this way, Fang Chihong and the other two could avoid being injured.
Several people thought this was quite novel, so they all agreed.
The celebrity competition spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. People from the surrounding area came to watch. The shore and the boat were packed with people.
Everyone had already foreseen the miserable state of Yu Zhiqing and the other two. The disciples who followed Jueya were all angry and helpless. They did not want to see them being humiliated, but they were not strong enough.
On the contrary, Yu Zhiqing and the other two looked as usual.
In the first game, when Fang Chihong subconsciously wanted to step out, Yu Zhiqing had already walked out.
Fang Chihong was slightly stunned.
When Jingren saw Yu Zhiqing, he jumped out like a mouse seeing rice, drew his sword and uttered the classic line that would only be triggered when the two met: "Today we will see who is the best swordsman in a hundred years!"
The two were so attracted to each other that they fought fiercely on the sea without any hesitation. They didn't even think about the rules of the game and were only focused on defeating each other.
Mirror Blade's knife is hard and fierce, like erupting magma, while Yu Zhiqing's knife is like himself, cold and crisp, like drawing a knife from under a pile of snow in winter, with a bone-chilling chill.
The sea water was split into thousands of waves by the sword-like winds, and the figures of the two were hidden in the endless waves. For a moment, it was difficult to tell them apart, which made the people around them amazed.
As expected of the chief disciple of a major sect, his single move was ten blocks ahead of those at the same level.
Until Yu Zhiqing performed the third move of "Breaking the Seven Snows", cutting the flow.
Nothing is more suitable for use at sea than this sword. Everyone is obsessed with this move and cannot take their eyes off it.
When Yu Zhiqing slashed with that knife, the sea water boiled and the water droplets trembled and hung upside down.
The ten layers of waves stirred up by the mirror blade's knife intent were all cut in half and slightly paused in mid-air.
He stared at Jingren, who was several feet away, through the terrifying gap in the sword light.
Jing Ren's face changed. When they fought before, Yu Zhiqing actually didn't use this trick.
But today is different from the past. He is fighting for the honor of Jueya and will not show mercy.
The sea water under his feet seemed to have transformed into the residual power of the knife, cutting him mercilessly. The mirror blade had no way to dodge and could only take it head-on.
There was fanaticism in his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced and used his strongest move.
In fact, the strongest is not the most suitable, but at worst, both sides will suffer.
Monks are born to see the amazing and to be the amazing.
The lava collided with the tsunami, and with a tearing sound, the sea water was stirred into water vapor, and the water vapor turned into fog, filling the entire main island of Yueya.
Everyone held their breath and looked, and saw Yu Zhiqing, a graceful and elegant figure, lightly floating on the water surface in the thick fog.
Still indifferent, still handsome.
As for the Mirror Blade on the other side, he fell into the sea and just barely emerged from the water, with blood gushing out of his right arm.
The outcome has been decided.
Everyone was shocked and looked at Yu Zhiqing cautiously.
Everyone guessed that Yu Zhiqing would be better, but no one expected him to win so easily!
Even though he had the advantage at sea, it was enough to show that Yu Zhiqing was stronger than he had shown before.
Awesome! He is not the chief, but he defeated the chief.
Xiao Buyi closed his folding fan unhappily. In his heart, Yu Zhiqing was challenging the authority of the entire Chief True Disciple, and he was very unhappy.
He narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "I think this is still a little slow, let's make it quick and decisive."
Fang Chihong won a game and was very happy. In his heart, he thought highly of his senior brother Yu Zhiqing.
Hearing this, she sneered and said, "Why, three against seven isn't enough, you still want us to stand and get beaten?"
"No, no, no, I feel sorry for you, so I want to give you some justice. How about three against three? We pick three of us to fight you. Whoever falls into the water or gets on the shore loses. How do you think?"
This is the game that determines the winner.
Fang Chihong didn't say anything, she was thinking.
From this perspective, it is indeed fairer, but it also means higher risks, as it tests the mutual understanding and cooperation.
The Chicken King, who had just finished exclaiming at how awesome Yu Zhiqing was, now asked worriedly, "Can you three do it?"
Fang Chihong glanced at his senior and junior brothers and replied: I'm not bragging, when it comes to tacit understanding and cooperation, the three of us don't have it at all, if not 100%.
His Royal Highness the Chicken King: ...Then you refuse.
Hong Hong: No, I accept it. As long as we ban Gu Fusheng, the awesome magic cultivator, and Yu Qinghuan, the troublesome illusion cultivator, isn't it still a one-on-one fight? In this way, everyone only needs to fight one round, and whoever loses will be looked down upon by me.
His Royal Highness the Chicken King: That makes a lot of sense.
Yi Chi and Ji Qi, who were eavesdropping on the side, also nodded while eating fruit: Very good.