I Have A Cultivation World - Chapter 117:
Chapter 117: Chapter 117 Thunder Method_l
Translator: 549690339
“Old Chen, you’re awesome.”
Lu Hongsheng was the first to dash to Chen Mobai’s side, trying to lift him by hugging his waist, but the latter didn’t budge an inch. Not feeling awkward, the former naturally rested his hand on Chen Mobai’s shoulder, hopping in celebration with the classmates from the fifth high school.
“Congratulations.”
Compared to the boys, the girls were more composed. Cao Yaling subtly expressed her congratulations. Class president Mo Simin was somewhat excited, with her pretty face blushing. But Shi Jingjing had turned pale, her eyes vacant.
Upon seeing this, Chen Mobai knew immediately. She probably bet on his loss this round and had lost everything.
“Oh, aren’t you happy that I’ve advanced, Miss Shi?”
Chen Mobai decided to tease her, but she burst into tears immediately upon hearing this.
This unexpected reaction left everyone a bit at a loss.
In the end, it was Cao Yaling, who had experience in such matters, who took her away from the stage to console her.
“It seems that she put all the profit from the previous rounds into this one.”
Shi Yuanqing, who was Shi Jingjing’s relative, quietly explained why she had reacted this way. Chen Mobai understood, but what could he say about it?
After all, it was Shi Jingjing who didn’t trust him.
Meanwhile, the referee teacher magically transformed the ruined stage back to its original condition within five minutes, after it was damaged by Chen Mobai’s Crimson Flame Sword Talisman.
Following Chen Mobai and Gong Xiangyu, it was now Shi Yuanqing and Xue Luan’s turn for a magic duel.
The latter had already landed on the stage. With his square face and buzz cut, he looked thin but exuded a tough aura.
“Good luck in the next round.”
Chen Mobai patted Shi Yuanqing’s shoulder, encouraging him.
“Yeah, I’m sure to win this round.”
Having overcome his self-repression, Shi Yuanqing was very different from before. He stepped onto the stage with high morale.
“Oh, you seem to be a bit different.”
Xue Luan, seeing Shi Yuanqing in front of him, raised an eyebrow, but his gaze didn’t change.
“And you seem to be just the same as before.”
Shi Yuanqing’s face was calm. With each breath, his cultivation technique revolved, causing the freshly repaired stage to slowly shake.
“Tsk, I never realized you could talk like this.”
Xue Luan tilted his head, narrowing his gaze, and slightly bent his knees.
At the same time, Shi Yuanqing mirrored the motion.
“Have both of them served in the army?”
One of the representatives of the Academy was confused upon seeing their starting stances.
“They must’ve been sent there for training for magic duels.”
Lan Haitian comes from a military family. Although he only glanced at their stances, he made an accurate judgment.
While these two had been trained well, especially Xue Luan, they still lacked a blood-thirsty, combative aura seen in veterans.
Nevertheless, the standard boxing stances of Shi Yuanqing and Xue Luan made Lan Haitian itch for action, something he hadn’t felt in a while.
“Who do you think will win?”
“Xue Luan, I guess.”
“I agree with you.”
Among the representatives of the Academy, eight thought Xue Luan would win, one believed Shi Yuanqing might deliver an upset, but Yan Qiongzhi of the Nature Studies Academy showed no interest and made no comment.
Just as they turned to the representatives of the Four Daoist Academies to hear their opinions, the referee on the stage had already announced the start of the duel.
Bang!
Shi Yuanqing and Xue Luan did not waste any time in fanciness and directly engaged in a face-to-face punch.
The air emitted ripples that originated from the center of their fists.
Then, Xue Luan’s entire presence suddenly vanished.
Shi Yuanqing raised his left hand as if he had anticipated this—all at once, a kick seemed to be automatically delivered to his wrist.
Thump thump thump!
In an instant, the two had swapped places, moving so swiftly that students with poorer visual acuity could hardly discern their true location. All they could hear was the tumultuous upheaval of the air, and the subsequent clear footprints emerging one after another atop the rock that formed the fighting ring.
However, in a blink of an eye, the entire rock shattered due to the stray force generated from their battle. Even the rock ring couldn’t withstand such an impact.
“Boom!”
A distinct sound echoed from before, Shi Yuanqing had shown an opening in his form, and his chestplate had been kicked open, fractures appearing all over.
His body seemed to have been hit by a hefty force, as he took several steps back, creating various dents in the process, releasing a significant amount of force just to halt his backward momentum.
Whoosh!
Just like a shadow, Xue Luan appeared at Shi Yuanqing’s left, delivering a sweeping kick to his left knee.
Crack!
Something seemed to have been torn apart. The swift Xue Luan halted abruptly and then retreated hastily.
Yet at that moment, Shi Yuanqing advanced instead of stepping back. Both of his hands came together, transforming the sky full of mud into two whips and striking hard at Xue Luan’s tangled arms.
“Whoo!”
Shi Yuanqing exhaled, a faint red flame spewed out from his mouth and nose, landing on Xue Luan’s uncontrollably shaking face.
Though his hands were hit badly and his feet were in severe pain, Xue Luan, against all odds, spat something out of his mouth. A talisman attached to his tongue was activated.
Whoosh!
The sound of gushing water echoed. A water sword burst forth from Xue Luan’s mouth, colliding with the flame from Shi Yuanqing’s mouth. Amidst violent explosions, a cloud of water vapor was diffused, thoroughly obscuring the two of them.
“Hm, this move is not bad, I can copy it.”
After watching Xue Luan hide the talisman in his mouth in advance and activate it with his tongue when his hands were incapacitated, Chen Mobai found it enlightening.
Thump thump thump!
At this moment, half of the fighting ring was shrouded by the water vapor. Still, the rapidly moving shadows of the two could be vaguely seen by the crowd. The continuous sounds of punches colliding and the unsettling noise of the disturbed airflow incessantly reminded all the spectators of the fierce battle within.
“Not good, Yuanqing seems to be suppressed.”
Unbeknownst to when it happened, Shi Jingjing and Cao Yaling had returned. Their eyes twinkled—the Spirit Eye they used saw through the fog.
“Hm, you’re alright now.”
“Shut up, you made me lose all my pocket money.”
She would’ve been fine hadn’t he spoken—Shi Jingjing felt the urge to cry again the second he opened his mouth.
“So, this…”
Boom!
Just as Chen Mobai was about to start preaching, a thunderous roar came from the fighting ring. The mist was then torn apart, revealing the upper body of Xue Luan, a lithe figure with no apparent muscular definition but, an amazingly well-proportioned and perfect physique.
Meanwhile, Shi Yuanqing was sent flying out by his punch, along with the surrounding mist.
Streaks of lightning flickered on Xue Luan’s buzz cut brows; he stood in the middle of the ring like a thunder god.
“Thunder method!?”
Chen Mobai couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
For it was known that the Thunder method was the undisputedly most powerful among all spells.
All the spells that came with Blackwater Cultivation, only the “Ren Water Thunder Method” was something he couldn’t master at all, he couldn’t even manage the basics.
Could it be that Xue Luan had mastered the Thunder method!?
