ragginovel Chapter 61 Chaos
Chapter 61 Chaos
"It's worth it for a young martial arts scholar, whose elder sister might even become a martial arts graduate in the future," Yao Luchang said meaningfully, glancing at his sister with disappointment.
My sister is so stupid. Did she really come from the same mother's womb as me?
If we don't settle you down with the position of a secondary wife now, you might not even be able to keep your position as the principal wife in a few years. Do you really think your brother-in-law is a kind-hearted person who cherishes old feelings?
It's not impossible that he might divorce or die at that point.
If his sister hadn't taken a lot of money from the counter to practice martial arts for him, he wouldn't have given that reminder so easily.
Grandma Yao was still sullen and angry, but Manager Zhou's eyes were getting brighter and brighter—what a brilliant idea!
Yang Silang had always kept a distance from the Zhou family. He delivered a cart of water to them every day on time, but he never showed up to manage anything at the shop. He hinted several times to his eldest sister to visit them, but they either avoided him because they were practicing martial arts or made excuses.
Is the Zhou family short of money for a truckload of water?
Manager Zhou was deep in thought when time flew by.
On the field.
Today's last subject is combat skills practice. Tomorrow's written test is strategy and tactics. As long as you pass all the subjects today, the written test is just a formality.
As long as you don't submit a blank exam paper or write a letter that insults the emperor or government officials, you'll pass.
Now, only about thirty people remain standing on the field.
The previous rounds of tests have eliminated many people, leaving about thirty people. Of those, about two-thirds will eventually pass.
Of course, not all those who succeed are copper-skinned martial artists. There are many martial artists with great innate strength or special talents. Even if they are just novice martial artists, their combat power should not be underestimated. If they are lucky, they can also be at the bottom of the list.
But the Copper Skin Warrior can basically win, it's just a matter of ranking.
Yang Silang stood still, sword in hand, calm and composed. He had been practicing swordplay and stone-picking, as well as archery and horsemanship for four days, and had only broken a slight sweat. He had already used his rejuvenating powers to restore himself to his best condition.
I performed normally in all subjects today, except for archery, which I did a little worse.
There was no other way; the martial arts academy could only afford to keep seven or eight horses, but there were a lot of candidates who needed to ride them. Buying and keeping horses individually was a huge expense and not worthwhile. Who but the very wealthy would be willing to spend so much?
Yang Silang himself wasn't tired, but the horse was. Every day, when it was his turn to practice on horseback, he didn't even have half an hour to practice.
Although he was practicing riding and archery, it gave him a strange sense of familiarity, like learning to drive at a driving school—a BMW is also a horse.
It's already quite impressive that he's reached this level.
Now that the final martial arts exam is over, today will be the perfect ending.
As for the exam results, it's possible to be in the top ten, but the chances of being in the top three are slim. The reason is simple: I spent a couple of taels of silver to consult with Long Yi.
The top three spots are already in other people's hands; they've been reserved in advance.
The dynasty has lasted for hundreds of years, and every recruitment process has involved connections. There are ways to raise the written test scores and select a suitable combat opponent.
He can lift a 600-jin stone weight and be in the top rank, while others can lift 500 jin and also be in the top rank. What can you do about it?
Yang Silang was not angry. All he wanted was a title so he could continue learning Taizu Changquan. He didn't need a dazzling ranking.
Opposite him was a man in a green robe, with a yellow face and a long beard.
The two men, unarmed, stared at each other in a tense atmosphere.
In actual combat, weapons are not chosen to avoid the dangers of swords and blades, which can injure and kill. However, fists and feet can also kill. During each scientific expedition, many people are injured, and some unlucky ones even lose their lives.
"start!"
A yamen runner nearby struck a gong and shouted.
"please!"
Yang Silang and the man shouted at the same time and leaped forward.
He stomped his foot, lunged, his whole body trembled, his muscles twisted into one, the power came from his feet, he pulled his elbow back and raised his fist, and then threw out a punch, starting with a powerful and fierce cannon punch!
Give it your all!
Seeing that there were many strong opponents in the arena today, how could he dare to be careless?
The sallow-faced man opposite him let out a sinister laugh and stomped his foot, causing it to tremble.
boom!
A deep crater was blasted out beneath the man's feet, and waves of shockwaves surged from the ground, almost breaking Yang Silang's stance!
at the same time.
The sallow-faced man's bones clanged and popped like firecrackers. He was of normal height, but now his body had swelled up, bursting through his outer shirt and growing a full head taller!
"roll!"
He slammed a powerful punch at Yang Silang, his body radiating murderous intent, his eyes bloodshot, and his malice almost overflowing.
"wrong!"
Yang Silang's eyes widened.
The opponent's strength was not right. His bones were clanging and rattling. This was clearly the level of an Iron-Bone Martial Master. He should not have appeared in the examination hall for martial arts scholars at all!
Moreover, he was a veteran of the battlefield, and had taken several lives on his hands!
That chilling, bone-chilling killing intent was undisguised; this guy wasn't here to compete at all; he wanted to kill him…
Yang Silang noticed that the other person's bloodshot eyes were looking at him, with an unfocused gaze, as if staring at what was behind him—the high platform where the officials were!
He suddenly realized.
No, this sallow-faced man wasn't after him at all; he was planning to kill the official!
This guy's gone mad!
In a flash, Yang Silang understood everything.
However, the fist in front of him had already filled his entire field of vision in a whoosh!
The fist was fierce, like a giant rock falling from the sky, crashing down with unparalleled momentum!
It was even stronger and fiercer than when Long Yiyan fought that old man normally!
If we can't stop it, we might really die!
"Intimidation!"
Yang Silang roared angrily and used his supernatural power without hesitation. His eyes suddenly shone brightly as he glared fiercely at his opponent.
The Power of Intimidation – It can resist mental attacks and intimidate opponents by visually striking them.
He didn't think his current strength was enough to "intimidate" a master of iron bones, but he could make the opponent hesitate for a moment and slow down the opponent's killing move.
At the same time, he used the mud-slippery footing, taking advantage of the earth's tremors to regain his footing with a sticky force, and then used the grass-flying skill, touching the ground with his toes and dodging to the side like a ghost, clearing the way in front of him.
He was betting that the other party wouldn't stay for a "mere copper-skinned brute" like him.
If the other party really insists on chasing him down and punching him a few times to kill him, then he has no choice but to use his divine power to withstand it. He can only hope that Long Yi on the stage will come to his aid quickly for the sake of the money.
boom……
After a season of arduous training, his skill in flying on grass and his years of practice in wading through mud have paid off. He almost folded his body in half to avoid the frontal punch, while his feet lightly touched the ground, clearing several feet in the blink of an eye.
His eyes were dazzlingly bright.
The sallow-faced man exclaimed "Eh!" and subconsciously closed his eyes. His unstoppable punching momentum paused for a moment, but almost instantly his momentum surged and he continued to pound down!
However, that brief pause was enough!
Yang Silang was grazed on both arms by the opponent's fist, and with a bang, he was curled into a ball and scraped a trench in the ground, and was sent flying several meters away!
"You corrupt official, prepare to die!"
"I am the one who can destroy the heavens!"
The sallow-faced man continued charging forward without stopping, completely ignoring the unfortunate guy he had knocked down. That guy should be dead by now, right?
He pulled a bottle from his pocket and threw it onto the stage.
boom!
A cloud of purple smoke exploded, enveloping the stage.
Two figures, one fat and one thin, emerged from the smoke; they were none other than Long Yiyan, who reacted extremely quickly, and Deputy General Chai.
Meanwhile, the unfortunate yamen runners and the chief examiner lay on the ground, coughing violently, their hands struggling and clutching their necks, unable to breathe, spitting out purple blood, clearly in great pain.
And when the thunderclap called out his name.
"Lotus Mother, guide my believers!"
"Sacrificing these unbelievers to please my old mother!"
Among the thousands of onlookers, suddenly countless people shouted and pulled out daggers or various carrying poles and other implements, slashing at those around them, causing chaos in the surrounding area.
The people cried out for their parents, their cries deafening, scurrying about like headless flies, trampling and even scattering the soldiers trying to maintain order.
One group of twenty or thirty ruthless bandits, with white headscarves and white turbans wrapped around their arms, rushed toward the platform where the wealthy man was located and began to slash with their knives!
Several soldiers who had been collecting money were cut down in the audience, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed onto the stage and began to kill indiscriminately.
Several old landlords and their female relatives were hacked down, their blood flowing freely. Countless people cried and jumped off the stage to escape.
"Walk……"
Yao Luchang grabbed his sister with one hand and his brother-in-law with the other and turned to run away.
Even a copper-skinned warrior like him was afraid of such a chaotic scene. The fleeing crowd, like a raging tide, could easily trample him over, not to mention that he was alone and the other side was a group of thieves carrying knives!
"Master..."
Sister Yang put her arm around Fifth Sister and reached out to Manager Zhou.
Manager Zhou grabbed the woman's hand and turned to look at Yao Luzhang, whispering something.
"Brother, my concubine..."
Yao Lu snorted coldly, his steps unwavering. He pulled four people forward, his body swaying and bumping into several delicate women around him, who were clearly ladies from unknown families, showing no mercy to them.
"Hong Tatian is an Iron-Bone Martial Master. That kid took a direct punch to the face; he's dead for sure!"
Grandma Yao immediately turned hostile and slapped Sister Yang's hand with a loud slap—"You lowly servant, let go!"
Manager Zhou didn't hesitate any longer and kicked him. He didn't want to run away with two burdens!
"Get out of here, you little brat!"
"Don't delay my family's escape!"