Immortality Cultivation Era

Chapter 370 A Tale of Woe

Chapter 370 A Tale of Woe

“Great!”

“Brother Liang, good job!”

“Brother Liang is so cool!”

“Brother, well done!”

All the students exclaim in thrill instantly.

It is like that the game players jump for joy because their teammate has killed the first enemy.

Liang Qiu gives a proud look.

He turns around and looks up.

Sovereign Zhou slightly nods his head with a smile.

Liang Qiu knows that he played a good game.

Even if he says nothing or ask for nothing, he won’t be badly treated by the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.

Gao Ge doesn’t say anything.

He looks at the delighted disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect calmly.

Is he angry?

Not at all.

It goes without saying that they feel happy about gaining victory.

Likewise, if Li Hui won, he would jump up with excitement and stand on the chair to dance towards Sovereign Zhou.

He dares to say the sovereign would not get angry.

This is a privilege of a winner.

Who dares to be unhappy with that?

If he does, come and be the winner!

Li Hui didn’t perform well indeed.

Gao Ge suddenly realizes that he has left out one problem.

His students haven’t adjusted their attitude.

Moreover, they haven’t killed anyone before.

Now, they fall into a trance because of Li Hui’s death.

If they don’t take the time to adjust their attitude, they will not do well in the combat with the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.

He has also seen Xia Lu talk with them, but he is aware that Xia Lu’s words may not be useful as expected.

After all, they must adjust their attitude themselves.

The others cannot help them.

Now the middle-aged man of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect starts to call names now.

Another student walks out of the team of Haicheng Cultivation Academy.

Looking at the fresh blood left on the ground, he is slighting shivering.

His face is full of fear.

Gao Ge feels so worried.

It doesn’t look good.

“Come on, Zhang Li! You can do this!” The other students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy start to cheer up for their peer.

In fact, their effort is of little use.

This is a psychological obstacle.

Even the most excellent psychiatrist cannot be of any help at the moment.

Zhang Li takes a deep breath.

He tries to calm himself down.

“What? Boy, are you afraid?” His opponent is quite young too, who looks 17 or 18 years old and yet refers to Zhang Li as a boy.

Apparently, he doesn’t take Zhang Li seriously at all.

With Liang Qiu’s first victory, the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect have realized that the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy are only kids with no experience of bloody killing.

With a bit of fierceness, they will be greatly frightened.

The disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect take it as a laughingstock for a long time.

This is the sadness of losers.

Losers can only be laughed at by winners.

“Zhang Li, if you don’t kill him, he will kill you!” Xia Lu utters the words through her teeth.

Zhang Li turns around and looks at Xia Lu. Then he shifts his eyes back.

He stares at the opponent before him.

The opponent’s contemptuous look makes Zhang Li extremely uncomfortable.

He clenches his fists and grits his teeth. His look gradually changes.

The disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect slightly frowns.

He can sense a kind of delicate change is happening to the momentum of the young man before him.

“When I was an ordinary student at school, there were many people like you who regarded me as a wuss.” Zhang Li says with a snort.

“Aren’t you?” His opponent laughs and doesn’t care about his words.

Zhang Li grins, “At the beginning, I was indeed. They always tripped me over in class. When I stood up to answer the teacher’s question, they would drag my chair. After school, they would stop me and borrow money from me in a barbarian way. They borrowed the money from me but they never gave it back.”

By now, Zhang Li looks rather painful.

For him, those are obviously miserable memories.

Everyone has his own miserable memories.

“I am well off actually, so I gave them some money at first. However, they grew greedier. At the beginning, they asked for one yuan, then 10 yuan, 100 yuan, 1,000 yuan... Then I was out of money. They started to beat me up. In fact, they were also bullied by others. The money they robbed me of must be given away.” Zhang Li says with a sneer, “Weren’t they absurd?”

The disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect takes a deep breath and says coldly, “How long will you spend in talking? To be honest, I don’t have much time to hear you talk about your history of woe.”

Zhang Li bursts out laughing, “Do you have a feeling that I am attacking by innuendo? Do you also have a bad time in the Xiaoshan Sword Sect?”

The disciple’s eyes become cold.

Zhang Li takes a step forward.

“They called me as a wuss too. In the end, I didn’t hold back my anger so I brought a dagger from my home. Then I stabbed it into one of the guys’ belly. He didn’t die though. However, it was such a delight for me!” Zhang Li sighs, “If it were not for the fact that I suddenly became a cultivator, maybe I would have been put into jail!”

“Shut up! Go to hell!” The disciple comes at Zhang Li madly.

Zhang Li looked calm and peaceful.

Gao Ge clenches his fists and feels so excited.

Sovereign Zhou slightly nods his head and turns around to look at Lurking Dragon next to him, saying smilingly, “It seems that your students have adjusted themselves fast enough.”

Lurking Dragon smiles and yet keeps silent.

He has seen the change of Zhang Li.

Despite no comments, obviously, he looks rather proud as principal of the Haicheng Cultivation Academy.

Zhang Li is not weak.

It is fair enough to say that he and his opponent are neck and neck.

They fall into a dogfight.

With a shout, Zhang Li suddenly reaches out his hand to grab his opponent’s sword.

His hand bleeds.

When the disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect is still in a daze, Zhang Li gives a fierce smile.

He raises another hand and makes a fist.

He strikes a punch against the wind.

The punch is struck right at the chest of the opponent.

Crack.

It is a sound of rib fracture.

Zhang Li heaves a sigh.

It doesn’t sound as nice as the sound of a dagger slitting flesh.

The disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect is thrown away.

Zhang Li strides forward.