p aristocratic family in Qi, did not discriminate against him being a person from Zhuang. Xu Xiangqian, who came from the world's four great academies, did not discriminate against him being a person..."The victor, Zhao Tiehe from Sanshan City!"

The referee's announcement finally came to an end, and almost at the same time, Zhao Tiehe's figure, who was desperately punching, crashed to the ground.

His injuries were actually far worse than Lin Zhengli's, and his physical strength had long reached its limit. In the end, he was completely relying on willpower to throw punches.

At this moment, he collapsed and lay flat on the ground.

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Lin Zhengli next to him was almost beaten into a pit by him, and had long since lost consciousness.

The scene was littered with rubble, broken vines, large pits, splashes of water, and bloodstains... a complete devastation.

But the applause from the stands rose only at this moment.

At first, it was scattered and sporadic because neither side of the conflict was their countryman, but it soon became a deafening roar.

This battle was too exciting, and it also made everyone realize the tenacity of the monks from Sān Shān City.

Admiration for Zhao Tiehe led to a change in my perspective on the territory behind him. Perhaps this is what they wanted to prove with their fight to the death.

They were born in a barren land, amidst mountains where beasts roamed freely, but they were not savages. They had their own loves and hates, their own pursuits, their own... honor.

“It wasn’t easy.” Ling He clapped his hands until they turned red. Perhaps he was the only one among them who had never once called a San Shan City cultivator a savage.

Because he understood the feeling of being belittled, he never belittled others.

Zhao Ruchen, however, was focused on another issue: "With these two beaten like that, Third Brother won't have to fight at all!"

Huang Azhan beside him had already calculated: "Winning a match earns ten Dao Xun points, so these two matches are won without fighting. The top scholar of the Three Cities Debate is rewarded with double Dao Xun points for a year's achievement. Adding it all up... fifty Dao Xun points! Half a core-opening elixir! I must treat!"

If it weren't for the presence of Jiang Anan, San Fen Xiang Qi Lou would have probably already spoken its mind.

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“What is Dao Xun Is it valuable” Jiang An'an asked curiously.

"Indeed." Zhao Rucheng already knew about Jiang An'an's story of earning money to "repay her debts," and he teased her, saying, "A little bit of virtue is worth more than the whole chest of treasures you earned!"

Ginger Anan counted on her fingers with a serious expression for a while, then spread out her hands wide and drew a big circle, "Wow! There are so many!"

After the first battle, there is only a very short recovery time. For Zhao Tiehe who just experienced a hard-fought battle, it's unfair, but that's the rule.

After repeated inquiries, Zhao Tiehe still stood unsteadily. He was still willing to fight.

Jiang Wang stood opposite him, hand on his sword, eyes fixed and serious.

"Come down." Sun Xiaoman said.

She looked just like a little girl, and her voice sounded like one too. But the things she said were something Zhao Tiehe couldn't ignore.

He turned his head and looked at Sun Xiaoman: "I still have one life to fight for."

His attitude wasn't intense, but rather calm, because he was describing facts.

Jiang Wang was by no means a weakling. He had defeated Yang Xinyong in a hard-fought battle, and at this time his state was full of energy.

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At this moment, he truly had nothing left to fight for, except his life.

“Your life is important, Sanshan City needs you very much.” Sun Xiaoman said seriously: “Before, I allowed you to fight desperately because you still had a chance. Now I don’t allow it because the opportunity is gone. You have accumulated a lot of resources, your life can't be wasted in vain.”

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I don't know which words persuaded him. Zhao Tiehe turned around and stumbled off the stage.

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I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he turned around, Jiang Wang seemed to see a flash of tears in his eyes.

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Such a man would actually cry

Jiang Wang couldn't understand how these San Shan City cultivators cared so much about winning and losing.

He has done his best, why be sad about not being able to fight to the death

With such questions in mind, Jiang Wang ushered in the third round of battle—at this point, Lin Zhengli hadn't even been able to recover. Lin Zhengren once again stepped in to concede defeat for him.

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Thus, Jiang Wang became the top student of this year's Sancheng Lun Dao. However, because his opponents were both defeated, it seemed unconvincing...

"Let him be! When Dao Xun is in hand, it will be real." Zhao Rucheng said so.

At this time, Jiang Wang had already retreated outside the field and became a spectator with Ling He and others.

As for the cultivators who brought honor to them, the common people of Maple Forest City were still very tolerant and even made room for Jiang Wangteng who was resting.

Jiang An'an and that arrogant little girl were sitting next to each other at the very front. Jiang Wang and the others sat behind, chatting idly.

The only thing that surprised Jiang Wang was the cloud mat spread on the ground. It wasn't made by Zhao Ruocheng, but brought by the old man accompanying the little girl Qingzhi.

This cloud-like blanket was incredibly light and soft, a luxury item unattainable for ordinary families. Yet, Qingzhi's family laid out such a large piece on the floor.

Jiang Wang could only sigh with emotion. The world of the wealthy, there's always a higher mountain after every one you climb.

Thinking back to his childhood, he came from a family with land and shops. He never worried about food and shelter. Since meeting Zhao Rucheng, he often felt like a beggar.

The hunchbacked old man sized Jiang Wang up with a few glances, and suddenly spoke, "I didn't expect that you would bring the treasure chest back. Jiang Xiaoyou, you taught your sister very well."

The old man's voice was kind, but paired with his lecherous features, it lacked credibility.

After all, Jiang Wang wasn't someone who judged people by their appearance. He replied without any hesitation: "That's right. It was just childish talk between us. How could you take it seriously"

"The Master said: 'Wealth and honor that are not obtained through righteousness are to me like floating clouds.' Jiang Xiaoyou's words have a distinct Confucian spirit."

In Zhuang Guo, a discussion between a Taoist disciple and a Confucian scholar. This hunchbacked old man probably dropped his books bag too many times and messed up his brain.

Jiang Wang let out a casual laugh and said, "The competition has begun."

Sānchéng Lùndào has three levels: one-year, three-year, and five-year. But the competition rules are generally the same.

Li Jianqiu and Wang Changxiang appeared together, with three matches taking place simultaneously.

Jiang Wang focused his attention, observing the overall situation.

Li Jianqiu's opponent came from Sanshan City. This confrontation was still very exciting, with both sides demonstrating extremely sophisticated manipulation of Taoism arts, you come and I go, fighting for a long time, finally Li Jianqiu defeated his opponent with the firewalking Taoism art.

While Wang Changxiang's battle against the cultivators from望江城 was comparatively straightforward. After the battle commenced, he first employed his Taoist techniques to conjure a veil of mist, obscuring his opponents' vision. Then, with calm deliberation, he muttered incantations and unleashed a breath of dragon-shaped cyclone, sending his adversaries soaring into the sky.

Techniques like the Breath of the Dragon Storm, a top-tier Dao technique, are practically unbeatable in this level of combat. Jiang Wang remembered that back in Xiaolin Town, a single Breath of the Dragon Storm could drain Wang Changxiang completely, and he had even wondered if the latter had given up on the rest of the fight.

But after the battle ended, Wang Changxiang immediately took out a piece of Dao Yuan Stone and began to absorb it...

It can be seen that the Wang family has gone all out this time, determined to secure the top spot for three years.

But what the common people of Fenglin City cared about most was the competition by the mysterious black-clothed man from Sanshan City.

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When the black robe was untied, revealing a rather comical little fat man, the onlookers from Maplewood City all sighed in disappointment.

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In their imaginations, the figure under the black robe should be a fearsome demon with a face full of scars, or at least someone who looked rather menacing. They certainly didn't expect it to be someone who appeared so easily bullied, a soft and chubby fellow.

But to their surprise, this little fat guy was really strong!

The battle began. Perhaps it was because their teammates had suffered consecutive losses earlier, but the cultivator from Wangjiang City, a third-year student, fought with all his might.

The attack began with five water drills. They were also cunningly placed, with wind blades hidden between the drills.

Then comes the ground spikes, and finally, the preparation of the furious torrent with a final incantation.

Feng shui, earthly branch and other techniques are mixed together in a bewildering array.

And throughout the whole thing, Little Fatty from Sanshan City only did one thing - he charged.

He charged forward recklessly, practically plowing through the overwhelming onslaught of magic.

rushed toward the opponent.

Then, he raised his fist and struck down with force.

The battle is over.

The little fat boy's clothes were ragged and torn, with holes everywhere. But the exposed flesh was still white and rosy.

And the opponent, has already fallen.

The entire crowd was dumbfounded.

“His physical defense is too strong!” Ling He exclaimed.

"Is he just a brute"

"No, the last punch was the Overstone Fist. He used Dao techniques."

"There's no sign of Stone Skin or anything like it, so why is their defense this strong"

These few people are young after all, their experience is limited. After discussing for a long time, they still have no clue.

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"It is the Kun skin drum, permanently solidified magic." Suddenly, a hunchbacked old man who had been listening for a long time muttered quietly.

But he refused to say anything more about the specifics of this occult practice., Jiang Wang's sword was deadly enough, and Jiang Wang's swordsmanship was astonishing.But he still couldn't understand why his two comrades had died so easily!It's like...charging headfirst into a sw...