YM778.TV Chapter 371 No Need to Be That Big
Chapter 371 No Need to Be That Big
The disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect doesn’t even have the chance to get up.
He holds his hands against the ground and tries to stand up.
Yet, Zhang Li has arrived at his front.
Then Zhang Li reaches out one of his legs and steps on his back.
Bang.
Again, the disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect is thrown on the ground heavily.
His struggle is ruined by one kick of Zhang Li now.
Zhang Li squats down and strikes a punch at him.
The punch is thrown on his head.
Then he raises his arm to strike another heavy punch.
Now Zhang Li is like a tireless robot.
He keeps striking and taking back his fists.
His fists are stained with blood and some yellow and white stuff.
The fists look a bit disgusting.
Now, all the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect and students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy become quiet instead of being so noisy. They all gaze at Zhang Li with staring eyes, who is riding over the disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect and striking his punches nonstop at his head.
The head looks like a piece of caramel treats.
It is rather creepy only to think about that.
“Enough. The result has come out!” Eventually, the middle-aged man of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect, who is the judge of the competition, can’t help saying.
He doesn’t feel that his disciple dies a miserable death. Instead, he only has a feeling that Zhang Li’s doing this is completely a waste of time.
He looks like he has never killed anyone before.
With his eyes turning red, he looks extremely fierce. He turns a deaf ear to the middle-aged man’s words. In the end, it is Yue Xincheng who goes forward and drags him up.
“You’ve won.”
Zhang Li turns around and looks at Yue Xincheng. He gradually comes to his senses. Then when he takes a look at the body of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect’s disciple, his face suddenly turns pale, as if he is greatly frightened.
Putting his arm around Zhang Li’s neck, Yue Xincheng walks back and says, “Did you have to go that far...”
“Yes, I did.” Zhang Li grits his teeth and says in a low voice, “Li Hui was terribly defeated. If I didn’t do this, my peers wouldn’t be courageous enough.”
Slightly shocked, Yue Xincheng can’t help turning around to look at Zhang Li.
He didn’t expect this boy to be so sophisticated.
Zhang Li has made a good point.
Although Zhang Li acted like a pervert or a crazy guy just now, undoubtedly, the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy are greatly excited by him.
However, for the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect, Zhang Li’s performance was like cold water on them or a head-on blow.
They realize that the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy are not pushovers.
Gao Ge stares at Zhang Li and suddenly thinks of what Lurking Dragon said to him last night.
For the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy, the competition is a chance of nirvana.
Back then Gao Ge felt that Lurking Dragon’s words made sense to some degree. However, now according to Zhang Li’s current performance, he pats his thigh.
Lurking Dragon’s words are so damn right.
For Zhang Li, his zest for Taoism will be even more consolidated after this battle.
It is like that a piece of iron will be forged into a sword after being properly burnt and hammered.
The only one problem is whether this goes beyond his limit. What if Zhang Li turns into a brutal lunatic?
Luckily, Zhang Li still a student of Haicheng Cultivation Academy, who will be properly guided. As long as he is being looked after, the problem will be solved.
All in all, such a change is absolutely a good thing for Zhang Li.
The body of Zhang Li’s opponent is also dragged away by several disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.
The body is randomly thrown aside and no one cares about it.
It is treated just like a dead dog.
Even the eyes of the disciple who looks to that direction are indifferent.
Therefore, Gao Ge finds the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy cuter and kinder.
The competition still goes on.
Zhang Li’s outstanding performance kind of helps earn one point for Haicheng Cultivation Academy.
Now the score is 1 to 1.
It was the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy who needed to adjust their mentality but now, it is the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect who need to do that.
Liang Qiu’s victory makes the disciples designated by the Xiaoshan Sword Sect unparalleled confident.
Yet, Zhang Li gives them a slap in the face.
They realize that the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy are not as weak as they expect.
In the next game of the competition, it is still the student of Haicheng Cultivation Academy who wins.
Evidently, in terms of mentality adjustment, the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy do better.
In the fourth game, the disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect wins.
Another student of Haicheng Cultivation Academy is knocked down.
Gao Ge feels so worried.
He really has no idea how many students he can bring back alive.
He feels so great to see the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect die here.
However, he feels so painful to see the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy die here.
This is what Gao Ge is.
He is such a simple and straightforward man.
Time passes very fast.
When it is late in the morning, nine games have been held.
The score is 5 to 4.
Haicheng Cultivation Academy has lost five students.
During halftime, Gao Ge stands up and walks to Sovereign Zhou.
“Sovereign Zhou, please help prepare coffins for these bodies of my students.” Gao Ge says.
Sovereign Zhou looks at Gao Ge in surprise, “Are you going to bury them?”
“No, I’ll bring them back.” Gao Ge says calmly.
Sovereign Zhou gawks at Gao Ge and thinks for an instant. Then he snorts.
Actually, he doesn’t understand what Gao Ge is thinking about.
Likewise, he doesn’t even cast a glance over the bodies of the disciples who were defeated by Haicheng Cultivation Academy.
Of course, he won’t prepare coffins for them.
There is even no need to dig a hole and bury them.
Because these losers have brought shame on the Xiaoshan Sword Sect. Since they are dead, their bodies will be thrown to the back mountain and gnawed by the beasts, which kind of makes contribution to the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.
“Okay. You have my words. Yet, we don’t have any coffins here but a big box, which can hold quite some corpses.” Sovereign Zhou says with his eyes narrowed, “Probably 15 corpses.”
“15?” Gao Ge sneers, “I don’t think that it should be that big. A box that is big enough to hold 5 bodies will be fine.”
“You are too confident.” Sovereign Zhou shakes his head and says.
Gao Ge smiles, “I am always so confident.”
Sovereign Zhou nods his head slightly. Instead of arguing further with Gao Ge, he only stands up and leaves temporarily.
Gao Ge takes a long breath and sits down again.
The battlefield down there is still stained with blood.
After a while, the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect carry a big box over.