Chapter 28: Wounds all over the body
"Thank you!" Jin Yao said calmly, standing with his back to him.
Disciple Chunyu looked at the strand of long hair that fell to the ground. Although he was a little angry, he had to admit that this junior brother was outstanding among the contemporary disciples in terms of martial arts and talent. It was a pity for his character!
“Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy!” Disciple Chunyu had no choice but to hold his sword and salute as he walked out of the field.
"His sword is not only expensive, but also very fast ." The great scholars of Confucianism looked at Jin Yao in surprise. They were not sure whether Ling Xu was the genuine article. After all, there were also 99% high-quality imitations. But they could not deny that Jin Yao's timing and speed of attack were very fast.
"There are few rivals among people of the same age!" said the righteous Chunyu Yue with a frown. At least, there should be no rivals among them who can maintain their lineage.
"Any of you are sure?" Xunzi looked at the disciples behind him. This guy is really good at hiding.
"Master, let me go!" A young man stood up, holding an ancient scroll, bowed to Xunzi, and then walked onto the debate stage.
"I am from the Bo Niu lineage, Ran Ming, with the courtesy name Ziming. Please give me your guidance, senior brother!" The young man saluted while holding the scroll.
Jin Yao's expression was slightly condensed, and he looked at the young man in front of him somewhat solemnly. He knew very well that the Confucian heritage was only now beginning to show.
The true Confucian genius and direct disciples are now truly standing out.
"Junior brother, please give me your guidance!" Jin Yao returned the greeting with his sword.
Outside the arena, Yu Guanzi smiled slightly, stroked his goatee, and thought to himself, "Finally, a disciple of some weight has taken action. Let's see how this kid hides."
Jin Yao had a bitter expression, he only knew one Confucian sword technique, which was to use courtesy before force. It was OK against ordinary Confucian disciples, but against the direct disciples of various Confucian sects, this sword was not good enough.
But he couldn't reveal his Mohist swordsmanship.
Jin Yao threw Ling Xu once again, looked at the young Ran Ming and said, "Since Junior Brother doesn't hold a sword, Senior Brother won't take advantage of you!"
Ran Ming was slightly surprised, then smiled and nodded seriously.
Ran Ming was not polite. They had seen clearly from the audience that Jin Yao was very fast and his sword moves were very sharp. Therefore, they must not give the other party a chance to attack first.
Driven by the internal force, the ancient scroll swept towards Jin Yao like a long river of bamboo spears, giving Jin Yao no chance to get close.
"Three Wonders of Wei Bian!" Everyone present was an expert at this. This was one of the top martial arts in Confucianism and also the most special weapon.
"I've been fooled!" Jin Yao cursed in his heart when he saw the bamboo slips coming at him. Why did he throw Ling Xu away for no reason?
"Thank you, senior brother!" Ran Ming smiled and walked forward to Jin Yao, who was wrapped in the bamboo slips and unable to move. At this time, everyone discovered that he had a short seal knife and engraving pen in his hand.
"Brother, as a scholar, it's normal for you to carry a seal knife and engraving pen with you, right?" Ran Ming smiled and turned his pen into a sword and slowly stabbed towards the shoulder of Jin Yao who was still struggling.
"Pretend again, show your ability, and run again!" The Confucian disciples were all crazy. Finally, someone was able to go up and deal with this guy.
"Bang~" Suddenly there was a loud noise in the field, and the bamboo strips were shattered and scattered to the surrounding disciples. No one had time to see what happened, and the first choice was to dodge the flying bamboo pieces.
"Junior brother, as a child from a poor family, it's normal for you to have some strength, right?" When the smoke and dust cleared, the people who were hiding had time to look at the field, only to find that a shirtless, bronze-skinned boy had grabbed another boy's neck with his hands and threw him out of the debate stage.
"So many wounds?" Great scholars such as Xiang Fuzi and Heguanzi looked at the wounds on the naked boy's body, including scratches from swords, as well as wounds from spears, halberds and arrows.
"The Armored Gate, the Horizontal Golden Body!" Heguanzi looked at Xiangfuzi, confirming.
Master Xiang ignored Heguanzi. It was because he knew that Jin Yao could use the Horizontal Training Golden Body Technique that he was even more shocked. Even with the Horizontal Training Golden Body Technique's defense, he could still have so many injuries on his body. That meant he was truly in mortal danger.
"Who else?" Jin Yao looked around , with his muscular body and glaring eyes, he shouted at everyone.
"General, you are worthy of being the descendant of Jinbi!" Heguanzi nodded. This domineering shout was worthy of the name of Jinbi.
The Confucian disciples were also frightened. As Confucian disciples, they were all scholars. Although Confucianism advocates education for all, how many people who could really read in this era were not aristocrats?
As nobles, at this age, which family would be willing to let them go out and experience hardships?
Therefore, Jin Yao’s injuries were beyond their imagination.
"Senior brother, he..." Chunyu Wunian whispered to himself, they all thought that their senior brother was a two-faced person, so they wanted to help him correct it.
But after seeing Jin Yao's body covered with injuries, everyone fell silent. What kind of experience could leave a twelve-year-old boy with so many scars?
Don’t advise others to do good unless you have experienced their suffering.
Therefore, the young Confucian disciples remained silent and were unwilling to go on stage to fight again.
"That sword mark!" Mao Sui was staring at a sword mark on Jin Yao's body. He knew very well that the sword mark came from Zongheng's Hundred-Step Flying Sword.
There are only three people in the world who can use the Hundred-Step Flying Sword. One is himself, and the other two are his master Guiguzi and his nephew Gai Nie.
Master Guiguzi cannot leave Guiguzi due to Guiguzi sect rules. Gai Nie is also not able to leave Guiguzi because he is not yet old enough to become a disciple. Therefore, this sword could only have been struck by himself.
Combined with Jin Yao's golden body, Mao Sui understood that this young man was once a descendant of Jin Bi, a great general of the State of Wei whose family background was prominent.
Unfortunately, in order to form an alliance, he and Pingyuan Jun went to Han, Wei, and Chu to lobby the kings of various countries to send troops to rescue Zhao, but the King of Wei's requirement was to destroy the Jin clan.
Past memories also surfaced, and Mao Sui finally remembered that at that time, a general of the Jin tribe was fleeing with a child. He only had time to strike a fatal blow with his sword. When they caught up with him, they only saw the general dead in the wild holding the child.
"To die in place of someone else!" Mao Sui understood. They did not check the injuries of the child in the general's arms and dealt with it hastily. It was obvious that the general had used another child to replace Jin Bi's legitimate son.
"I'm just following orders!" Mao Sui sighed. He didn't know what the conflicts between Wei and Jin were, but for the sake of the alliance, they could only obey orders.
"In a life-and-death fight among peers, no one can match him!" Xunzi was also shocked.
Confucian disciples live a life of luxury, and their cultivation may be no worse than Jin Yao's, but in a real life-and-death fight, Jin Yao's experience will surpass all Confucian disciples.
For a moment, Confucianism seemed to be silent, and no one went up again. What the scholars of hundreds of schools saw was that the Confucian disciples were all shocked by Jin Yao's shout.
