fantasy novels Chapter 49: A Great Harvest
Chapter 49: A Great Harvest
Jiang Qi nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, Brother Han."
Pang Wei walked quickly back to the main stands and whispered to the white-haired old man in the center.
Upon hearing this, the elder of the Pang family raised his eyes, glanced at Jiang Qi from afar, and nodded slightly.
Soon, the steward's voice rang out again: "Because Han Long, the contestant from Seventh Master's room, was injured, with permission, the contestant will be replaced by Jiang Qi!"
The second match, the first round: Fifth Master Fang Xuanle versus Seventh Master Fang Jiangqi! Please enter the arena!
Sidelines.
Upon hearing that Jiang Qi was about to make his appearance, Hu Yun revealed a sinister smile.
"A mere four strands of Qi and Blood do you think you deserve the same support as us? Brother Xuan, it's up to you now."
"Hehe, Brother Hu Yun, just you wait and see."
Xuan Le strode onto the stage, his face showing no contempt or provocation: "Brother Jiang, fists and feet have no eyes. If you feel you can't hold your own when the fight starts, you'd better admit defeat early."
"To avoid ending up like the Han brothers, beaten so badly they can't get up, that wouldn't look good."
Jiang Qi remained calm, stood still in the center of the field, and gave a slight bow as a greeting.
Immediately, he lightly pushed off with his foot and launched the first attack.
Xuan Le looked disdainful, but a hint of malice flashed deep in her eyes. She turned slightly to the side, striking a seemingly casual pose.
But beneath these casual moves lies a deadly trap, waiting for Jiang Qi to strike first before launching a swift and decisive counterattack.
However, the next moment!
A fierce and incomparable killing intent rushed towards them, and Xuan Le's pupils suddenly shrank, and all the hairs on his body stood on end in that instant!
He was still gathering his hidden killing moves when suddenly, his vision blurred and an overwhelming, terrifying force reached his chest!
In his utter terror, he only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest, and all the blood and energy in his body rushed wildly to his arms.
However, it was still too slow.
Or rather, the outburst of that power exceeded his reaction and defense.
boom!
A dull, loud bang.
Xuan Le's robust body was struck head-on by a charging wild beast, his feet leaving the ground and he flew backward at an even faster speed than when he came.
Blood gushed out as he was in mid-air, his arms twisted unnaturally, before he crashed heavily to the sidelines, more than ten feet away.
Just like Han Long before, it rolled several times before stopping.
But what was worse than Han Long's situation was that he was unable to struggle and instead fainted on the spot.
The entire room fell silent.
Time seemed to freeze for a few breaths.
One punch!
Xuan Le, a martial arts master from Zhenyue Martial Arts School with five excellent Qi and Blood skills and a master of the Mountain-Opening Fist, was highly anticipated but couldn't even withstand a single move before being blasted off the field, seriously injured and unconscious!
Everyone was still in the same expression and posture as they had just moments before.
"Great!" Pang Zhan was the first to react, slamming his hand on the chair, his face flushed with excitement, and he almost jumped up from his seat.
Pang Wei was also stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up with surprise.
What a brilliant move, using their own methods against them.
Xuan Le maliciously rammed into Han Long, so Jiang Qi retaliated by blasting Xuan Le away in an even more domineering manner.
"Good lad!" Pang Wei couldn't help but clap his hands, feeling extremely pleased.
On the other side, Fifth Master Pang Yun's face was gloomy. Looking at Xuan Le, who was slumped over like mud outside the arena, he felt both ashamed and angry, cursing inwardly, "Useless!"
At the center of the table, a glint flashed in the cloudy eyes of the white-haired old man as he said to Pang Wei beside him, "This boy is called Jiang Qi?"
"That's right," Pang Wei replied respectfully.
"Hmm, not bad. Nurture him well," the old man said calmly, and then said no more.
This simple assessment reassured Pang Wei, who knew that from today onward, his status within the clan and the resources he could mobilize would surely improve.
"I...I wasn't ready...he attacked me from the sidelines..." Xuan Le finally caught her breath and groaned.
These words made Fifth Master Pang Yun's face turn black, and he wished he could go up and kick him again.
Preparation? In the arena, who talks to you about preparation?
a shame!
Jiang Qi bowed slightly, then calmly walked back to his seat.
"Cough...cough cough...Brother Jiang, thank you!" Han Long endured the excruciating pain, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.
First, Xie Jiangqi stepped in to save him from the predicament; second, Xie Jiangqi avenged him in such a domineering way.
"It was just a small thing," Jiang Qi smiled.
smoothly?
Han Long was taken aback, then gave a wry smile.
With this level of skill, it's certainly a piece of cake.
The small competition continues.
Since Xuan Le was seriously injured and unable to fight, Fifth Master Pang Yun's side had to temporarily replace her with Hu Yun.
Hu Yun, on the other hand, only possessed five strands of Qi and Blood, placing him at the bottom of the strength rankings.
First, he was overwhelmed by the tall, thin man wielding the stick and forced to make a hasty retreat.
Then, when facing that strong man, he became impatient and was caught off guard. The man struck his wrist with the back of his knife, and with a crisp "crack", his wrist was broken!
He screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, looking utterly wretched and miserable.
In contrast, Jiang Qi responded calmly in his next two matches against the staff wielder and the double-swordsman. He pretended to fight for more than ten rounds before seizing an opening and either knocking them back with a punch or slapping them away with a palm strike, easily winning the battle.
In the end, Jiang Qi won all three battles and was undoubtedly the champion of the competition.
......
The competition ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed.
Han Long was taken to a clinic for a thorough examination and treatment.
Pang Wei and Pang Zhan, with beaming smiles, invited Jiang Qi to an elegant and quiet inner hall.
"Young Brother Jiang, you are truly a man of great talent, a man of great talent!" Pang Wei personally poured tea for Jiang Qi, his face beaming with smiles.
Pang Zhan laughed loudly, "Brother Jiang's punch was truly gratifying!"
"Seventh Master, Master Pang, you flatter me." Jiang Qi cupped his hands in greeting.
"Well, well deserved!" Pang Wei waved his hand and then gestured to Pang Zhan.
Pang Zhan immediately presented three brocade boxes and a money bag.
"Here are three bottles of Blood Nourishing Pills, nine pills in total. Plus thirty taels of silver. This is the reward for the better performer," Pang Wei said with a smile.
Jiang Qi's heart stirred slightly.
Nine Blood-Nourishing Pills, worth far more than ordinary donations, plus thirty taels of silver, made this small competition quite a lucrative gain.
"Thank you, Seventh Master."
Pang Wei seemed still unsatisfied, so he took out an even smaller mutton-fat jade bottle from his bosom and handed it to Jiang Qi:
"Here are two Qi-restoring pills. Although they are not considered rare, they can quickly restore 50% to 60% of your Qi and blood when taken after excessive consumption. They may even save your life in critical moments. Keep them for yourself."
Qi-restoring pill?
This is an extremely useful elixir in actual combat, quite valuable, and capable of saving lives.
Jiang Qi solemnly accepted it: "Thank you, Seventh Master!"
"There's no need for such formalities between us," Pang Wei said, clearly pleased. "I've already given orders for a banquet tonight. We'll drink to our hearts' content, until we're both completely drunk!"
"..."
At the banquet, both guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely.
Pang Wei valued Jiang Qi more and more, and his words were full of encouragement and promises.
When the wine was half-finished, Pang Wei instructed Pang Zhan: "Tenth Brother, I remember there is a cold iron knife in the storeroom. Its blade is extremely sharp, capable of cutting hair in two, and its weight is just right. It is perfect for someone with such superb swordsmanship as Brother Jiang."
Tomorrow, you should pick it up yourself and deliver it to Brother Jiang.
Cold Iron Blade?
Jiang Qi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Weapons forged from cold iron are not only sharp and tough, but can also carry blood and qi, unleashing greater power in martial arts techniques. They are very suitable for martial artists in the late stage or even the perfect stage of the Blood Burning Realm.
In order to improve his strength, he had specifically inquired about weapons during this period.
However, they often cost over a hundred taels on the market, and are frequently available but unsold.
This gift is undeniably substantial.