Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 168 - 160 Can One Sword Quell the World_1

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"Ding dong!"

"The test begins, your opponent is Fan Lang from Shancheng Middle School."

Jiang Ding stood up, his eyes wide open.

On the water’s surface, the figure of a sturdy youth appeared. As soon as he emerged, he warily glanced at Jiang Ding, quickly retreating with a silver warhammer appearing in his hands.

The realm of the Large Circle of Vital Energy of Eaglet Qi wouldn’t be actively reminded by the Array Spirit; one needed to observe for themselves.

"Go Jiang Ding! Don’t let me down with my tree!"

Jiang Yuan shouted loudly.

"Eaglet Qi Grand Achievement is quite powerful, isn’t it? When we were in high school, there weren’t many of us," Lin Wanqiu looked to Lin Yong and asked, "Can Jiang Ding win?"

The audience could indeed know the realm of the opponents; the television broadcast would automatically label it, sometimes even slowing down the combat details.

The homeowner’s realm wasn’t labeled, assuming everyone already knew since it was just a low-profile broadcast watched by acquaintances.

"I don’t… know!"

Lin Yong was about to answer when he saw the youth in blue clothes on the television flick a finger.

The wind blew, branches of the little blue-gold tree trembled, and a leaf shot out, piercing the throat of the sturdy youth holding up the silver warhammer, and blood splattered as his body fell limply.

The youth in blue clothes closed his opened eyes again and continued cultivating.

"He can win."

Lin Yong felt a chill in his throat, somewhat cold, and saw his wife and sister-in-law felt the same.

"Gulp!"

Jiang Yuan swallowed hard and shrank next to Lin Wanqiu with her little sister.

"Xiaoyuan, come here."

The grandmother showed a kindly smile, pulling Jiang Yuan and her classmate into her arms and gently stroking their heads.

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The two elderlies were not at all uncomfortable with the scene.

"The second round…"

"The twelfth round…"

Twelve in a row, all Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists of Eagle Qi from all over the country.

It was easy to understand, there might not be a handful of Eaglet Innates in an entire city, and their prospects were much brighter than many Cultivators with a Quadruple Spiritual Root.

The result was the same, dead with a leaf piercing the throat.

"You have entered the top 250,000."

On television, a ranking appeared next to Jiang Ding, with his name quickly climbing from the hundreds of thousands to the 250,000th place.

"That’s stable!"

Lin Yong slapped his thigh and guessed, "The score of the cold weapon exam should at least be 60 percent, and if he performs a bit better in the cultural subjects, maybe our family could produce two students who get admitted to the Cultivation Department in one go!"

"May our ancestors bless us!"

Others showed joy.

"The thirteenth round, from Rongcheng No.7 High School, Jiang Jinxian."

"Haha!"

A dark-skinned youth quickly scanned the surroundings, and upon seeing Jiang Ding, charged forward with a bright silver spear, laughing heartily and exclaiming triumphantly, "Good, today seems to be my lucky day. Would you dare to cross levels again, from Inner Qi to Early-Stage Xiantian, let’s see?"

"If I really could use Inner Qi to defeat Xiantian, my name—"

A leaf shot out.

"What is this…"

Jiang Jinxian’s face changed, a huge sense of alarm erupted, all his Xiantian True Qi burst forth, the silver spear pointing upwards swiftly and peerlessly like a silver lightning bolt, capable of instantly killing a double-digit number of Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists.

Whoosh!

The azure metal leaf, unhurried, passed through the spear’s light and entered his throat, leaving a thumb-sized hole. Tiny strands of Sword Qi permeated the hole, shredding every last intact brain and organ.

"… report… cheating…"

Jiang Jinxian struggled to spit out a few words, his body slumped down, devoid of any signs of life.

"Xiantian could be dangerous, Eaglet Innate is not like ordinary Xiantian…"

The realm of the opponent was labeled on the screen, Lin Yong, not noticing the odd look in Lin Wanqiu’s eyes, was explaining to his sister and family, halfway through he shouted, "Fuck! Another instant kill!"

"Sis!"

"Tell me honestly, what realm is Jiang Ding? Stop messing with me, okay?"

Lin Yong grabbed Lin Wanqiu’s hand and yelled inquiringly.

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"...I don’t know."

Lin Wanqiu thought for a moment, "In order not to pressure him these days, I’ve not asked. Dingding has always been cultivating on his own. He gets up even earlier than me. I’m very reassured about that. His realm seems to be Great Achievement of Inner Qi?"

She was somewhat unsure; it seemed that this was the realm from several months ago.

"What nonsense!"

Lin Yong said irritably, "Since when does someone with Great Achievement of Inner Qi instantly defeat a Eaglet Innate? Forget it, I’ll look it up myself."

He logged into the live streaming app on his phone, clicked the search button, and entered the name of Jiang Ding’s opponent.

"It should be the Mid and Late Stage of Xiantian."

Elder Lin Gang thought for a moment and said, "When I was young in the service, I had a camp commander with Xiantian abilities who was very similar to him."

"Peak of Xiantian!"

Lin Yong exclaimed, just as stunned as Jiang Yuan, "Sis, you’ve actually given birth to a sixteen-year-old genius at the Peak of Eaglet Innate!"

"And your talent was so poor when you were in school."

"What?"

Lin Wanqiu snatched the phone, shocked, "It’s true."

On the sea surface.

Jiang Ding silently watched one Xiantian Martial Artist after another fall, blood spreading across the ground and gradually being washed away by the waves.

"The nineteenth round, No.1 High School from Jin City, An Sinuo."

A short girl appeared tens of meters away on the sea surface and quickly retreated. After using Divine Sense Scanning, a look of joy crossed her face.

"Good!"

"Finally, there’s a Xiantian Martial Artist giving me a break."

Hum!

The small azure-gold tree vibrated slightly, its roots and canopy contracted, transforming into an Azure Flying Sword which fell into his hands.

"The Fifth Level of Qi Practicing."

The Flying Sword resonated with Sword Intent, giving Jiang Ding the information it sensed and finally showing a hint of interest.

"Mid-stage Cultivator."

Lin Yong glanced at the old man, cautiously saying, "Logically speaking, with such a distance, even a Peak Xiantian would be no match. Jiang Ding should’ve pounced the moment she appeared, waiting like this is a grave mistake."

"Yes."

Lin Gang also confirmed.

The elder’s experience in combat was very rich, having gone through real wars.

Jiang Yuan, however, was not interested in the adults’ conversation; her bright eyes were fixed on the process of the small tree turning into a Flying Sword.

An Sinuo, the short girl, displayed the Wind-riding Technique and retreated to a safe distance of fifty meters. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, looking at Jiang Ding who remained motionless with disdain in her eyes, "Who’s the idiot teacher taught you martial arts?"

"..."

Zhang Dingjun, who was watching the student’s examination live stream, felt like he was shot while lying down.

"Go!"

An Sinuo yelled softly, and a small silver hammer appeared and smashed towards Jiang Ding. Right after, two fireballs followed one after the other, and finally, a pitch-black shield floated in front of her.

"Not bad."

Although she mocked him, Zhang Dingjun nodded in approval inwardly.

Two attacks and one defense, a classic tactic. She could easily flee using the Wind-riding Technique at any moment. Most Xiantian Martial Artists would be worn down by her.

"Has this kid advanced to the Peak of Xiantian so quietly that he’s lost his mind in the process?"

Zhang Dingjun, watching Jiang Ding let his opponent create distance, wondered to himself.

"A cultivator’s battle..."

Jiang Ding attentively observed every action of An Sinuo, committing it all to memory.

This was rare combat experience, unavailable elsewhere. In confrontations with enemy Qi practitioners, the only options were to try your utmost to either kill them or flee upon sight, never this leisurely.

Not until the little silver hammer and two fireballs drew near.

Whoosh!

The Azure Flying Sword slashed diagonally, without any pause, flying fifty meters towards An Sinuo. It pierced right through her and then returned to Jiang Ding’s hand.

Silently and without a trace, the two fireballs and the little silver hammer were bisected, their Spiritual Light dimming as they fell.

Far away, the short girl and her high-quality shield Magic Tool were split in half from the middle, her organs and blood cascading down, her eyes still seemingly lost and puzzled.

The two halves of the body fell into the sea, disappearing with a roll of the waves.