"This sword... is probably worth quite a lot of money!" That was the first thought in Fang Zhengzhi’s mind.
The sword’s workmanship and material were clearly superior. Without even considering the fact that it was sealed in the World of the Sage, it would be worth a huge sum of money even if it was made by a blacksmith.
Fang Zhengzhi only thought of money.
The other candidates thought of other things.
For example, Would my time in the examinations be easier after I got that sword? Would I be able to inherit Meng Tian’s techniques?
No matter what it was, the sword was incredibly attractive to all the candidates.
Naturally, the candidates swarmed towards the blade. Their greed was evident in their eyes, almost like hungry wolves spotting helpless lambs.
Lunging could not fully describe the intensity of the snatching contest that followed.
All of them exploded towards the sword.
They forgot everything else, each of them focused purely on that sword.
"That sword is mine!"
"That sword belongs to whoever can get it."
"Move aside, don’t try to block me!"
The black chains were pulled taut by many of the candidates.
Over a dozen others rushed straight towards the sword, each of them demonstrating superhuman agility.
The rock was not high at all.
As such, a few of them made it to the top rather quickly.
It was a good thing the rock was wide.
It could still fit over a dozen candidates comfortably.
However, when they all reached for the blade, the peace was shattered. What followed was an intense snatching contest.
However, not everyone decided to partake in the snatching contest.
Xing Qingsui, who was dressed in black, decided to stay out of it. An icy middle aged man who stood behind him also decided against joining in the slugfest.
Apart from them, Nangong Mu was one other who did not move.
He did not even bother much about the sword. He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then ignored it thereafter.
Following which, he looked at Fang Zhengzhi.
"Ah!"
"Ouch..."
Pitiful screams could be heard from the rock.
The clashes of the various fields had reached an all time high. They attacked and suppressed each other, making the rock a complete bloodbath.
Cracks and booms echoed from the top of the rock.
Very quickly, candidates began to fall from the rock. Some were attacked from the back, whilst the weaker ones were simply kicked off the rock.
The one who suffered the worst fate was a candidate dressed in purple, tight fitting shirt.
He was the fastest amongst all the candidates. He stood in the middle of the rock and reached for the sword. He was on the verge of touching the hilt.
However, his position also meant that he took the brunt of all the attacks.
"Sh*t!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was thrown into the air. Then, as he was sailing through, he was attacked no less than a dozen times.
He finally fell to the base of the rock.
Quite pitifully, he had fallen at a bad location. He was just at the edge of the rock, his head rested against it.
As a result...
He was trampled all over as people tried to scale the rock.
Fang Zhengzhi looked at the pitiful candidate. Then, he raised his head, staring at the rapidly darkening sky.
He was waiting.
He was waiting for the voice to ring out.
He was waiting for this candidate’s elimination announcement.
However, the voice never rang out.
It was strangely quiet.
The bloodbath raged atop the rock.
"Something is wrong!" Fang Zhengzhi muttered to himself. He did not know if what he was seeing was real. If it was, there was a serious problem.
Ping Yang released her grip on his hand.
Fang Zhengzhi was slightly stunned by his newfound freedom.
Ping Yang should be the least tempted by the sword.
She already had the Blazing Qilin Spear, one of the ten greatest treasures of the Great Xia Dynasty.
But Ping Yang was walking towards the rock against all his expectations, almost as if she was going to take the spear?
Fang Zhengzhi was slightly surprised. However, he could understand why Ping Yang was doing that. The reason was simple, she was the beloved Princess.
Who would dare snatch anything from her?
It seemed logical and simple, at least to Fang Zhengzhi and Ping Yang.
However...
That was far from the truth.
A figure stepped in front of Ping Yang. This figure had not moved before, but he moved now.
This man was Xing Qingsui. He was the scion of Xing Hou. Bar any surprises, this man would inherit the leadership of the thirteen constabularies.
He was immensely muscular and his eyes glowed with a beast like nature.
He too held a sword in his hand. It was a black sword, almost twice as wide as a normal sword. It did not glow, but no one doubted its power.
This blade was named "meteor", and it was made from an actual meteor mold.
It was also known as an aerolith.
"You are the third placed Qing Yang?" Xing Qingsui grabbed his sword and stared Ping Yang down.
It was a simple question.
However, none of the candidates understood what Xing Qingsui meant.
There was no Princess Ping Yang, there was only a Qing Yang.
So why did he call her Ping Yang?
Ping Yang pouted. She knew what Xing Qingsui was thinking. She could deny that she was Qing Yang and walk up to the sword undisturbed.
But, would she?
Naturally not.
She was Ping Yang, the arrogant Ping Yang.
"That’s right, do you want to stop me?" Ping Yang raised her head, her Red Flame Flower Armor flowing with a red light. Her Blazing Qiling Spear was lowered, her voice dangerous.
"Of course." Xing Qingsui nodded, not retreating in the slightest.
Those candidates who did not scale the rock gasped. They did not scale the rock for a simple reason, they were simply not strong enough.
In such a scenario, giving up was their best option.
By giving up now...
They would have a chance at the scraps later.
The logic was simple. They were happy to see more people join the furball, especially Ping Yang.
Ping Yang vs Xing Qingsui?
This was a great battle. On one side was one of the favorites to top the combat examinations, on the other side was a young girl with two very powerful treasures.
Who will win?
"This sword... is probably worth quite a lot of money!" That was the first thought in Fang Zhengzhi’s mind.
The sword’s workmanship and material were clearly superior. Without even considering the fact that it was sealed in the World of the Sage, it would be worth a huge sum of money even if it was made by a blacksmith.
Fang Zhengzhi only thought of money.
The other candidates thought of other things.
For example, Would my time in the examinations be easier after I got that sword? Would I be able to inherit Meng Tian’s techniques?
No matter what it was, the sword was incredibly attractive to all the candidates.
Naturally, the candidates swarmed towards the blade. Their greed was evident in their eyes, almost like hungry wolves spotting helpless lambs.
Lunging could not fully describe the intensity of the snatching contest that followed.
All of them exploded towards the sword.
They forgot everything else, each of them focused purely on that sword.
"That sword is mine!"
"That sword belongs to whoever can get it."
"Move aside, don’t try to block me!"
The black chains were pulled taut by many of the candidates.
Over a dozen others rushed straight towards the sword, each of them demonstrating superhuman agility.
The rock was not high at all.
As such, a few of them made it to the top rather quickly.
It was a good thing the rock was wide.
It could still fit over a dozen candidates comfortably.
However, when they all reached for the blade, the peace was shattered. What followed was an intense snatching contest.
However, not everyone decided to partake in the snatching contest.
Xing Qingsui, who was dressed in black, decided to stay out of it. An icy middle aged man who stood behind him also decided against joining in the slugfest.
Apart from them, Nangong Mu was one other who did not move.
He did not even bother much about the sword. He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then ignored it thereafter.
Following which, he looked at Fang Zhengzhi.
"Ah!"
"Ouch..."
Pitiful screams could be heard from the rock.
The clashes of the various fields had reached an all time high. They attacked and suppressed each other, making the rock a complete bloodbath.
Cracks and booms echoed from the top of the rock.
Very quickly, candidates began to fall from the rock. Some were attacked from the back, whilst the weaker ones were simply kicked off the rock.
The one who suffered the worst fate was a candidate dressed in purple, tight fitting shirt.
He was the fastest amongst all the candidates. He stood in the middle of the rock and reached for the sword. He was on the verge of touching the hilt.
However, his position also meant that he took the brunt of all the attacks.
"Sh*t!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was thrown into the air. Then, as he was sailing through, he was attacked no less than a dozen times.
He finally fell to the base of the rock.
Quite pitifully, he had fallen at a bad location. He was just at the edge of the rock, his head rested against it.
As a result...
He was trampled all over as people tried to scale the rock.
Fang Zhengzhi looked at the pitiful candidate. Then, he raised his head, staring at the rapidly darkening sky.
He was waiting.
He was waiting for the voice to ring out.
He was waiting for this candidate’s elimination announcement.
However, the voice never rang out.
It was strangely quiet.
The bloodbath raged atop the rock.
"Something is wrong!" Fang Zhengzhi muttered to himself. He did not know if what he was seeing was real. If it was, there was a serious problem.
Ping Yang released her grip on his hand.
Fang Zhengzhi was slightly stunned by his newfound freedom.
Ping Yang should be the least tempted by the sword.
She already had the Blazing Qilin Spear, one of the ten greatest treasures of the Great Xia Dynasty.
But Ping Yang was walking towards the rock against all his expectations, almost as if she was going to take the spear?
Fang Zhengzhi was slightly surprised. However, he could understand why Ping Yang was doing that. The reason was simple, she was the beloved Princess.
Who would dare snatch anything from her?
It seemed logical and simple, at least to Fang Zhengzhi and Ping Yang.
However...
That was far from the truth.
A figure stepped in front of Ping Yang. This figure had not moved before, but he moved now.
This man was Xing Qingsui. He was the scion of Xing Hou. Bar any surprises, this man would inherit the leadership of the thirteen constabularies.
He was immensely muscular and his eyes glowed with a beast like nature.
He too held a sword in his hand. It was a black sword, almost twice as wide as a normal sword. It did not glow, but no one doubted its power.
This blade was named "meteor", and it was made from an actual meteor mold.
It was also known as an aerolith.
"You are the third placed Qing Yang?" Xing Qingsui grabbed his sword and stared Ping Yang down.
It was a simple question.
However, none of the candidates understood what Xing Qingsui meant.
There was no Princess Ping Yang, there was only a Qing Yang.
So why did he call her Ping Yang?
Ping Yang pouted. She knew what Xing Qingsui was thinking. She could deny that she was Qing Yang and walk up to the sword undisturbed.
But, would she?
Naturally not.
She was Ping Yang, the arrogant Ping Yang.
"That’s right, do you want to stop me?" Ping Yang raised her head, her Red Flame Flower Armor flowing with a red light. Her Blazing Qiling Spear was lowered, her voice dangerous.
"Of course." Xing Qingsui nodded, not retreating in the slightest.
Those candidates who did not scale the rock gasped. They did not scale the rock for a simple reason, they were simply not strong enough.
In such a scenario, giving up was their best option.
By giving up now...
They would have a chance at the scraps later.
The logic was simple. They were happy to see more people join the furball, especially Ping Yang.
Ping Yang vs Xing Qingsui?
This was a great battle. On one side was one of the favorites to top the combat examinations, on the other side was a young girl with two very powerful treasures.
Who will win?
