Repugnant gateway 2, p.6
Repugnant Gateway 2, page 6
An Zheng nodded, "So the other party was only giving you an empty promise."
Lang Jing was obviously not a person who was good at lying, so after hearing An Zheng's words, he looked a little uneasy. No one asked me to kill you. I just wanted to challenge you myself. "
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
Lang Jing was obviously startled, he did not expect An Zheng to actually accept his challenge. He had tried to challenge the three prodigies, but no one had responded. Su Feilun and Feng Xiuyang didn't even see him, yet Nie Qing had smashed his self-esteem with a piece of rock. Then, one night when Lang Jing tried it out, there was a rock weighing at least 500 kilograms which made it impossible for him to throw Nie Qing at such a distance.
So when An Zheng said that I accept your challenge, he didn't really believe him.
Originally, Lang Jing had already made preparations. If An Zheng did not accept the challenge, he would stop An Zheng at the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy to prevent him from entering.
"How do we compete?"
An Zheng asked.
Lang Jing kicked the ground uneasily, "Let's compete... "In actual combat, you and I will fight."
An Zheng nodded his head: "Let's do it here, there's still some time until the Martial Arts Academy assessment."
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have a weapon, and I don't either!"
He stabbed the saber in his arms into the ground with a 'bang'. The handle of the saber started to shake violently. The body of the blade shook, reflecting the sunlight back and forth.
"I have cultivated since I was young, and started to challenge cultivators in Daxin Town. I have already traveled to every county under the rule of State of Yan. Under the age of twenty, I have yet to meet a match."
Lang Jing cupped his fists: "What I am best at are fists and kicks, you should be careful."
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Make your move."
At this time, a lot of people had already gathered outside the Martial Arts Academy, and the news spread like wildfire. Very soon, more people came out from the Martial Arts Academy to watch the show. What everyone said was … That An Zheng fought at the entrance of the dojo again.
Nie Qing was also there, he didn't know why he would come here. When he had heard of An Zheng's matter before, he felt that An Zheng was only a brat that did not care about the severity. However, the more the people from the Military and Martial Academies thought highly of An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was once again fighting at the entrance of the Five Academies and had accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
Because he knew Lang Jing's strength, he had secretly mentioned it to his friends before... Below the age of twenty, within the pure realm, Lang Jing might not have any opponents.
Nie Qing did not know whether he was here to see An Zheng make a fool of himself, or if he did not want An Zheng to lose face in front of both the Army and Martial Academies.
At the same time, there was a restaurant called Drunken Moon Restaurant less than a hundred meters away from the Martial Arts Academy's entrance. On the second floor, next to the window, sat a youth with a sword on his back. He wore a black daoist robe, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his snow-white lining. It seemed very neat and tidy. There was a wooden sword on his back. It did not have a sheath, so of course it was not sharp. The wooden sword was tied with an apricot-colored rope, and on it were a few words written densely.
She had delicate features and was even more beautiful than a girl. His fingers were slender, white and clean, and his nails were neatly cut. When he clenched his fists, his nails would never get in the way.
He didn't drink in the restaurant.
He turned his head to look at the Martial Arts Academy side with anticipation.
Across the street from the tavern was a famous brothel in Fanggu called the Sovereign Heart Pavilion. It was said that the Sovereign's Heart Pavilion was owned by the back clan, so it could be opened not too far away from the Martial Arts Academy. It was said that the many flower-like women in the Sovereign's Heart Pavilion had been specially groomed to seduce the young talents of the Martial Arts Academy.
Of course, all of this was just a legend. He didn't even know what background the Sovereign Heart Pavilion had. However, the girl from the Sovereign's Heart Pavilion had a good reputation. Not only was she good-looking, she was also talented.
On the second floor of the Sovereign's Heart Pavilion, a window was pushed open and a young man wearing a thin shirt stood in front of it. He had a glass of wine in his hand. The aroma of it wafted down the street from the second floor. His figure was very good, and under his thin clothes, his muscles were clearly defined. He also had a very bright and handsome face. Under his sword-like brows, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. A disheveled woman walked up to him from behind. Under her sleeves, her smooth and slender arms were hugging him from behind.
The young man from the Sovereign Heart Pavilion raised his wine cup, and the young Daoist from the Zuiyue Pavilion returned the gesture with a teacup.
The same look in their eyes … So you were there.
Nie Qing who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance seemed to have sensed something, and he turned to look into the distance. And so, he saw Su Feilun, who was half undressed in a brothel, and Feng Xiuyang, who was pretending to be drinking tea in a restaurant. Of course, he knew that those two people must be looking at him, too.
The three of them couldn't help but turn to look at the other person … An Zheng.
Chapter 108 - Please
Both An Zheng and Lang Jing cupped their fists and bowed at the same time. Then, they took a step back at the same time, "Please."
The moment the word Lang Jing came out of his mouth, he pounced towards An Zheng with a stomp of his feet. It wasn't charging forward, but a real pounce.
Lang Jing's body was almost parallel to the ground, his hands and feet swept across the ground at the same time, and when he raised his head to look at An Zheng, a beast-like luster appeared in his eyes.
An Zheng was slightly stunned, then suddenly understood why Lang Jing hoped so much to be recognized by others.
An Zheng retreated a step, and his body gently flew backwards. Lang Jing landed at the place he was previously standing, and grabbed the ground with both hands. The entrance of the Martial Arts Academy was paved with thick and solid stone slabs. However, with his two hands, he dug out ten deep trenches on the stone slabs. With the strength of this grab, his body shot straight at his. In the air, his arms moved forward and his body began to rapidly spin.
His hands were at the forefront, and as they rotated, his hands were like drills.
An Zheng stepped down, and a thick stone board stood up.
Lang Jing's hands grabbed onto the stone slab, but he instantly penetrated through it, and amidst the stone fragments, Lang Jing's body shot through and went straight for An Zheng's chest. His hands looked as if they were made of steel, unstoppable. If these hands were to grab onto An Zheng's chest, one could imagine the consequences.
An Zheng dodged to the side, and let Lang Jing go. Lang Jing flew forward in the air, his body turning upside down in midair. Both of his feet moved forward, and then, he bent his knees and kicked a large tree by the side of the road. His speed had completely surpassed the imagination of the bystanders. Everyone who saw Lang Jing as a joke was stunned.
On top of that huge tree, a gap had been opened in the ground under Lang Jing's feet.
An Zheng dodged once again, and brushed against the short wall on the side of the road.
Lang Jing landed on the ground, hesitated for a moment before smiling apologetically: "Wait a moment."
He took off the pair of shoes on his feet, which had been badly mended, and put them neatly to the side. Only now did people see how strange his feet were … A layer of black hair grew on his feet, curling and thickening. His toes were spread wide, hooked, like claws.
Lang Jing thanked her after she put the shoes away, and then pounced over again. When he spoke, he was polite, but when he moved he became a beast.
Lang Jing's hands continuously grabbed out, and An Zheng continuously dodged on the short wall. The moment his hand made contact with the short wall, crushed rocks flew everywhere and dust flew into the air. After a while, a good low wall became bumpy and jagged.
An Zheng swept down from the short wall, his body turning in midair. His sleeves swept across the flying rocks, and those rocks shot towards Lang Jing like bullets. Lang Jing hugged his head and rushed forward, not even bothering to dodge. The rocks hit his arm and made popping sounds, but they couldn't slow him down in the slightest. His old clothes were full of holes.
Just as An Zheng landed, Lang Jing had already rushed over, his legs pushed off the ground, and jumped towards An Zheng like a spirit ape. Both of his hands grabbed An Zheng's shoulders, and his legs took the opportunity to wrap around An Zheng's waist. Then, he suddenly exerted force on his finger, and the sharp nails could pierce into An Zheng's body in a second.
Bang!
A wave of energy exploded out of An Zheng's body, and an invisible ball of air was formed between the two of them, which sent Lang Jing flying again.
Qi Force!
Nie Qing, who was leaning against a stone lion at the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy, was initially a little disappointed. But when the ball of air exploded between An Zheng and himself, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.
Feng Xiuyang, who was no longer in the mood to continue watching, frowned as he mumbled to himself, "Interesting."
At the Sovereign Heart Pavilion, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned his head to look in An Zheng's direction. Then, the corner of his mouth lifted up: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
Not only were the three of them shocked, Lang Jing was also surprised.
Anyone who cultivated would know that it was impossible for inner strength to leave the pure realm. No matter how strong the Cultivation Power was, it could only make the fist strength to be heavier and the body's quality to be better. The higher the cultivation, the greater the strength released from the Cultivation Power and the greater the distance. Some people could transform Cultivation Power into blade qi or sword qi with the help of special weapons, but that was still far from true sword qi.
"You … "You actually broke through the realm of the Ascension Realm?"
Lang Jing's face was somewhat pale as he lowered his head to look at the clothes that were blown away from his chest.
There was a mass of black fur on his chest, and according to this mass of black fur, there was a huge black wolf head. The black fur became the hair of a wolf's head, so that the wolf looked lifelike.
"You … Was it a wolf cub? "
An Zheng asked.
Lang Jing nodded: "Yes … There is nothing that I don't dare to admit. I was raised by a wild beast and this on my chest … My father. "
There was booing all around.
"This guy is actually raised by wild beasts, and calls wild wolves father."
"No wonder he looks so barbaric and ignorant. So he really is an animal."
"What is an animal? That's clearly a bastard!"
The person who said this was not far from An Zheng. An Zheng took a stride forward, grabbed that person by the collar and raised him up with one arm: "Your parents did not educate you well.
His arm pressed down, and with a bang, the man's back hit the ground, half of his body embedded into the ground. An Zheng's leg kicked at his lower abdomen, causing the man to roll away bent over like a shrimp. He did not even manage to resist and fainted.
An Zheng turned his body and looked at the few who had spoken. Those people all backed off in fear, their faces turning pale white.
"The wolves raised me. I don't think there's anything wrong with calling the wolves my parents."
Lang Jing seemed to have completely let go of his at this moment. He tore off his shirt, and there was even a wolf head tattoo on his back.
"I don't know who gave birth to me, but I know who raised me. Whether they were humans or wolves, they were my kin. Many years ago, they were killed by a hunter. I killed the hunter, so it doesn't feel wrong to kill for the sake of a wolf. Since you all look down on me, then come and fight with me. If anyone dares, come and fight with me! "
He called out hoarsely, and the faces of the onlookers paled.
Seeing the people around retreating, Lang Jing's eyes flashed with disdain. He turned and looked at An Zheng: "Thank you!"
An Zheng said: "What are you thanking me for, keep fighting."
However, Lang Jing shook his head. "If you have already broken through to the Primordial Realm, I will not be able to defeat you."
An Zheng said: "I did not break through, it was just some minor techniques."
Lang Jing was slightly taken aback, then rushed forward: "I believe what you say!"
He grabbed out with both hands, bringing with it a sharp wind that tore through the air. An Zheng still continued to constantly dodge and in the end, he did not counterattack. Lang Jing's attacks were getting faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were filled with marks of his hands grabbing onto them.
"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but your attacks are not strong enough. That is to say, many of your moves are very blind."
An Zheng dodged Lang Jing's hand, then arched his shoulder forward and smashed his shoulder into Lang Jing's chest. Lang Jing immediately let out a stuffy groan, and even stopped breathing for a moment.
Without waiting for Lang Jing to react, An Zheng struck his chest seven times consecutively, "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
An Zheng retreated as if he did not make a move. He only gave a symbolic seven clicks without exerting any strength.
Lang Jing lowered his head and looked at his chest blankly, seemingly at a loss of what to do. He knew that he had already lost. Other than using the ball of air to knock him away, An Zheng did not even use his Cultivation Power when he defeated him. When he previously saw An Zheng constantly retreating and dodging, he had thought that An Zheng was inferior to him. But at this moment, he knew how thoroughly he had lost.
"How arrogant of me to claim that I am unrivalled in this world when I am under the age of twenty."
Lang Jing took a few steps back, and his face somewhat paled.
An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I used some tricks to make use of your anxious heart. If we really fight with our lives on the line, it doesn't really matter who wins. "
Lang Jing said loudly: "I am not a person who cannot afford to lose, a loss is a loss. I have also fought with a level eight Ascendant. That person can split a half meter thick rock with one punch, pull out a tree from the ground, and open up thirty stone tablets in a row. But he couldn't beat me because he wasn't as fast as me. I don't know what your realm is, because you didn't even use the Cultivation Power. In my opinion, you have already surpassed the Ascension Realm. "If you say you don't have it, I'll believe you."
He cupped his fists. "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From today onwards, just speak your mind if you have any orders."
An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."
"Me?"
Lang Jing was startled: "What do you mean?"
An Zheng laughed and said, "Many people know that I am the sect master of the Heavenly Awakening Sect. No matter how much they look down on my Heavenly Awakening Sect, my sect will always be there. And there are many people in my sect who need your guidance, so I would like to invite you to be my sect's instructor. "
Lang Jing was obviously dumbstruck: "Teach... A teacher? I can't even enter the Martial Arts Academy, and I can't even be a student.
An Zheng said: "I don't have much money, and I'm tired."
Lang Jing laughed, and said foolishly: "Alright!"
The crowd immediately burst into an uproar, some of them shouted 'no fun' and then dispersed. They had originally wanted to see a bloody scene, but who would have thought that it would turn out to be an invitation to be a teacher?
An Zheng said: "Do you know where the Heavenly Awakening Sect is? There should be many people who know its location. After you find Old Huo, tell him my intentions and he will arrange a place for you to stay. You better not go back on your word. From today onwards, you will be my Heavenly Awakening Sect's instructor. "
Lang Jing said: "As a man, it's hard to keep up with words."
An Zheng said: "Alright, I'll treat you when I get back."
Lang Jing cupped his fists and walked to the side of the road to put on his shoes. At this moment, he was bare-chested, and the two wolf tattoos on his chest and back looked extremely scary. Lang Jing who was initially unwilling to let anyone see the tattoos did not seem to mind at all as he walked forward with large strides. People on the street avoided him, filled with fear.
"That person is actually raised by a wolf …"
Some people muttered a few more words, and did not dare to continue.
In the Sovereign Heart Pavilion, Su Feilun laughed: "Truly a person who knows how to use tricks."
In the Drunken Moon Restaurant, Feng Xiuyang's lips curled up, "He is clearly not as good as Lang Jing in terms of realm, but he is actually able to rely on his movement technique to avoid all the attacks and then rely on his skill to win. Although he hasn't broken through to the pure realm, he can still be considered an opponent."
At the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy, someone asked Nie Qing, "Senior Brother, looks like An Zheng won easily?"
Nie Qing said: "Easy? The Cultivation Power of Lang Jing's realm was above his, so even if An Zheng lost to him, he would be injured. So An Zheng never fought head on with Lang Jing, avoided the enemy's attacks, and then took a good look at the enemy's weaknesses. He had good eyesight, and was so calm … An Zheng's cultivation was nothing, but he was qualified to be a soldier, and would not be defeated easily when he went out to lead the troops. "To be able to judge someone by his martial arts, it is no wonder that the Chief Minister of the Military Department would praise him so much. Not bad, not bad at all."
