Martial Hero Rebirth

Chapter 19: Old Disciples Provocation

Chapter 19: Old Disciples Provocation

Just when Lin Yi was immersed in his practice and unbeknownst to outside's news,

In front of the entrance to new disciples' independent courtyards, an important event took place!

Three old disciples stood proudly at the independent courtyards square and set up a stage, accepting challenges from all new disciples.

Every words they spoke would also ignite one's fury.

"All of you, rookies, let us teach you how to conduct oneself and let you know how mighty old disciples are!"

"In front of us, old disciples, rookies ought to respect us and never go against our will!"

"All of you are weak and fragile existences!"

"We could casually send out any person and he will be able to defeat your so-called one hundred strongest new disciples!"

"Rookies, accept your fate!"

Three old disciples, with their discrimination, had enraged all new disciples!

They were totally enraged.

No one liked to be look down upon by the others.

No one liked to be ridiculed by the others.

Thus, one after another new disciples challenged those three old disciples.

However, all those who went up were not a match for those three disciples!

"This is the strength of new disciples? Too weak, you are simply the worst generation ever, disgracing the reputation of our Huashan's lower courtyard!" The old disciple who stood on the stage glanced around the new disciples and laughed sarcastically.

Their disdain expression were plastered on their faces and seen clearly by all new disciples.

All of them were pissed off and angry to the extreme.

"Damned old guys, they actually dared to look down on us. Someone strong, come quickly and drive them back!"

"Yeah, let them scram back!"

"Beat them until they sprawl on the ground!"

"Let them go back by crawling!"

"Please appear, someone strong. please appear, our hero!"

Accepting the summons of new disciples, the one hundred strongest rankers started to go up on the stage.

However, the rankers that went up weren't their match either.

The ninety-seventh ranker was defeated!

The ninetieth ranker was defeated!

The eighty-fifth ranker was defeated!

The eightieth ranker was defeated!

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The sixtieth ranker was defeated!

The fiftieth ranker was defeated!

The fortieth ranker was defeated!

The thirtieth ranker was defeated!

The twentieth ranker was defeated!

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The tenth ranker was defeated!

The ninth ranker was defeated!

The eighth ranker was defeated!

The seventh ranker was defeated!

The sixth ranker was defeated!

The fifth ranker was defeated!

All of them were defeated. None of them were a match of the old disciple on the stage!

All new disciples looked at the old disciples terrifiedly. Each of them revealed trace of horror in their eyes.

Too strong!

The most important point was the fact that the old disciple who went up on the stage was the weakest among the three old disciples.

The weakest of old disciples actually managed to defeat those from the ranks of one hundred strongest new disciples. Moreover, he defeated each of them in one move only.

"Hahaha, is this the strength of one hundred strongest new disciples? Simply too weak, weak akin to a chicken. It's not challenging at all! All of you really let me down. I can't even enter the ranks of one hundred strongest lower courtyard disciples. I am but someone belonging to the category of existences with lower middle strength, yet none of your one hundred strongest new disciples are my opponent!"

"This is your strength? Seems like no one from your generation would be able to ascend to upper courtyard!"

The old disciple on the stage laughed audaciously. The other two old disciples stood on one side; the corners of their mouths curved up slightly, seemed to enjoy this kind of farce.

All new disciples were silenced!

None of them uttered a word as cruel reality was placed in front of them.

Their one hundred strongest new disciples actually couldn't even beat someone unknown among old disciples.

Not only unable to beat them, but all of them were defeated in one move.

The cruel reality made me desperate.

"No!"

"We still have Senior Brother Lin Yi! Senior Brother Lin Yi will surely be able to defeat them!"

A new disciple screamed suddenly with ferocious expression.

His words suddenly reminded them. Their eyes suddenly brightened as hope arose in their hearts.

"Yeah, that's right, we still have Senior Brother Lin Yi!"

"Senior Brother Lin Yi will surely defeat them!"

"In front of Senior Brother Lin Yi, all these old disciples are weak chickens!"

"Senior Brother Lin Yi will surely beat them until they sprawl on the ground!"

The other two old disciples who stood at the side looked at each other and nodded slightly, as if looking forward to something.

"Heh, so there's someone stronger among you? Then call your so-called Senior Brother Lin Yi out and tell him to fight with me. I will defeat him right in front of you and let you face the harsh reality!"

"You rookies, in front of us old disciples, can't even be compared to dog shit!"

The old disciple on the stage crossed his fingers and shook his head then laughed arrogantly.

"Who is it? Who dared to underestimate Senior Brother Lin Yi? I, Jiang Xiaoyu, shall face you!"

A voice resounded. The door of the fourth courtyard suddenly opened. Holding his sword, Jiang Xiaoyu appeared in front of everybody.

"Jiang Xiaoyu has appeared. Heng heng, Jiang Xiaoyu is someone guided by Senior Brother Lin Yi. With him going up the stage, he will surely be able to defeat that old disciple!"

"Jiang Xiaoyu, go up and defeat him!"

"This group of old disciples are simply bullying. We can't absolutely spare them!"

"Jiang Xiaoyu, go quickly and defeat them until they sprawl on the ground!"

Everyone made out a path to let Jiang Xiaoyu pass while crying out loudly.

"Don't be anxious, everyone. With I, Jiang Xiaoyu, take action personally, I will surely be able to beat them until they scram back!"

Jiang Xiaoyu raised his hands then pressed them down.

"Jiang Xiaoyu, we will depend on you now. Avenge us!"

The defeated one hundred strongest new disciples looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and shouted at him.

"I will!"

Jiang Xiaoyu nodded his head. In front of these one hundred strongest new disciples, he didn't display haughty attitude. Instead, he looked very dignified. He could clearly see the strength of the old disciple on the stage.

Very powerful!

It could be clearly seen just from the fact none of the one hundred strongest new disciples could take a blow from him.

"You are Jiang Xiaoyu?"

When Jiang Xiaoyu walked up to the stage, the old disciple on the stage looked at him and smiled faintly.

"That's right. I am Jiang Xiaoyu! One who wouldn't change my given name after doing something nor change my surname after sitting down[1], that's me, Jiang Xiaoyu! If you're dissatisfied then come and hit me!" Jiang Xiaoyu replied firmly.

"Hehe" The old disciple smiled. He seemed to have seen many people who spoke arrogantly therefore was unconcerned with his words. He poked his nose then pinched out a booger, "I heard that you have been guided by Lin Yi? From their words, you seem to be very powerful?"

"No no no, I wouldn't say I'm powerful as there's too many people stronger than me. However, I'm still enough to sprawl you on the ground!" Jiang Xiaoyu spoke with modesty.

"Hey"

The old disciple laughed. He laughed very happily, as if he was entertained by Jiang Xiaoyu's arrogant words or he felt Jiang Xiaoyu was interesting. Then his hands made a please posture, "Please!"

"Please!"

Jiang Xiaoyu drew his sword and pointed at his opponent.

The old disciple similarly did so.

The moment he raised his sword, the old disciple seemed to become another person. He was focused, as if a ferocious tiger which had eyed its prey for a long time!

He executed his move!

At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a tiger which rushed down the mountain.

Akin to tiger's vigor, his attack was fast and powerful.

His sword slid across the air and produced chi chi sounds.

Jiang Xiaoyu, with dignified expression, raised his sword to block.

Dang

Both swords collided. Jiang Xiaoyu felt a surge of strength rushed at him, which shook him severely, and almost made him lost his grip over his sword.

He was forced back a few steps.

"What a powerful strength!"

Jiang Xiaoyu evaluated secretly. He felt as if he was quite in the trouble this time.

The old disciple in front of him, though arrogant, had terrifying strength.

Not waiting for Jiang to re-adjust his defence, the hu hu sound of friction between sword and wind resounded in his ear.

As he was too late to block, he tilted his head slightly and managed to dodge this attack. The friction between sword and wind scratched him and left him feel a stinging pain.

The sound of friction between sword and wind resounded again.

"Again!"

Jiang Xiaoyu was enraged and dodged again. However, his footsteps were somewhat rigid, exposing an opening.

The eyes of the old disciple brightened. His attacks became even fiercer!

The sound of friction between sword and wind burst.

One attack followed by another. The attacks were fast and tricky.

His attacks were like raging waves, a wave followed by another.

His style of attack was similar to Han Bai, however his attack was more tactful and tricky, making it hard to defend against.

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly had a feeling in his heart.

He felt he wasn't his opponent and was going to lose this match.

This old disciple's sword technique had reached advanced stage. No matter how good his defence was, he wasn't his opponent.

Their strength differed by a stage.

Being able to exchange tens of moves against him was quite amazing already.

Too much defend would miss sometimes.

Eventually due to physical exhaustion, he couldn't keep up his defence and the old disciple put rested his sword on his neck.

Jiang Xiaoyu was defeated!

The new disciples began to fluster. They could only watch as the scene unfolded.

"What to do? Even Jiang Xiaoyu was defeated!"

"Ai, this old disciple is too strong, his sword technique must have reached advanced stage. Jiang Xiaoyu being able to exchange tens of moves against him is pretty well enough!"

"Ah, I recognize this fellow. He is an old disciple for four years already!"

"Damn, no wonder he is so strong. Even Jiang Xiaoyu can't beat him!"

"This is simply bullying. A four years old disciple came to bully us who practised for no more than two months. Isn't this simply bullying?"

"This group of old disciples is so hateful. They will leave soon yet they still come to attack us!"

"Arghhh, how I wish that I can beat them up. Damn shameless!"

Feeling indignant, the new disciples could only glare at the old disciple on the stage.

The old disciple on the stage was filled with disdain, as if he didn't care whether his identity was revealed or not, and sneered, "Weak is weak. The fact is all of you are as weak as chickens! In pugilistic world, no one would care how long have you been practising martial arts. If they wanted to kill you, they will eventually do it!"

"Accept the harsh reality, rookies!"

"You group of weak chickens!"

The new disciples were so pissed off that each of them emanated aura of wanting to eat up people.

If glares could kill, the old disciple would have died countless times.

Unfortunately, glares couldn't kill. As such, the old disciple on the stage kept making disdain and insulting gestures.

"Let me face you!"

The door of third courtyard opened then Yu Hai walked out from there.

"It's Yu Hai. I wonder if he can do it?"

"He should be able to do it, right? Since he is placed in front of Jiang Xiaoyu, it means he is stronger than Jiang Xiaoyu."

"Actually Jiang Xiaoyu isn't quite bad already. Just how long has he been practising! How can he be compared to someone who has been practising for four years? Damn his mother, I feel so stifled!"

"Yeah, me too. This is simply bullying!"

All of them started to discuss among themselves. However, it could be seen that their expectations towards Yu Hai had dropped significantly and they felt quite unoptimistic with regards to Yu Hai.

"Are you okay?" Yu Hai looked at Jiang Xiaoyu who was expressionlessly below the stage.

Jiang Xiaoyu glanced at him but didn't speak anything. Yu Hai grinned, patted his shoulder, "It's okay. You have just practised for how long. It's okay to be defeated by him as you will be able to defeat him in the future!"

"Why are you concerned about me? You'd better think about yourself and see how many moves could you take from him!" Jiang Xiaoyu replied.

"One move!"

Jiang Xiaoyu widened his eyes, as he was filled with doubt.

"Heh, if I can't defeat him in one move, then I will be defeated by him in one move!" Yu Hai chuckled.

Jiang Xiaoyu rolled his eyes.

"How expectant. Fighting against an expert simply makes one expectant!" Yu Hai stared at the old disciple. His eyes lit up, then he shook his head and sighed, then walked up to the stage.

[1] "", means someone proud of his/her name and stands by his/her actions.