A hot-tempered man rushed up and threw a punch. Tian Qiu did not dodge, his eyes cold as ice. One leg swung out, kicking straight into the opponent's abdomen.
Boom!
His body flew far like an arrow leaving the bow, crashing hard into the wall, coughing violently.
The bang resounded, shaking the entire narrow passage.
In that cramped road, Luo Tian Qiu knocked down each person one by one.
Someone rushed up throwing a punch. He immediately sidestepped, elbow striking hard into the opponent's wrist joint, then conveniently kicked to break his stance.
Just after finishing one person, another fist shot from behind. Tian Qiu lowered his center of gravity, swung his elbow straight into the stomach, making that person clutch his belly groaning, coughing violently.
Before they could steady themselves, two spells struck at the same time.
From the left, purple lightning flashed with crackling sounds rushing over, speed enough for the naked eye to catch.
At the same time, a blazing red fireball from the opposite side whistled through the air and dived down.
Tian Qiu maintained his lowered stance, seemingly difficult to dodge. Yet, in that critical instant, he was unusually calm.
At that moment, he quickly drew back his center, then leapt upward, his body flipping upside down, head facing the ground. His eyes locked onto the two who had just attacked, like a hunter that had fixed its prey.
Boom!
The two spells collided, lightning scattering wildly, sparks flying through the air.
A series of movements happened in only a brief instant, so fast that only afterimages remained on the ground.
Before everyone could recover, Tian Qiu had already drawn out a talisman, pressed it to his mouth, poured spiritual power into it and blew.
Phoenix Fire talisman.
In an instant, the talisman burned to ashes. From the ashes, a blazing red phoenix flapped its wings and flew out, charging straight into the disciples below.
After a while, the battle gradually came to an end. Luo Tian Qiu strolled across the battlefield while calmly counting: "…Two, three, four, five… ten."
Soon after, the remaining people were also knocked down by him one after another. All fell to the ground, lying everywhere blocking the path.
He calmly stepped over each body, the corner of his lips slightly raised: "Alright… what should you call me?"
"Cap… captain."
A voice full of grievance sounded. A total of fourteen people, all eliminated under his hands.
Tian Qiu immediately raised his head and asked: "School elder, my points right now are twenty-eight, correct?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of calculation. "Their captains though eliminated have acknowledged me as captain, meaning all of them have returned to my team in name. According to usual practice, as long as someone calls, I gain one extra point when recruiting a member."
"Ye... Yes."
The school elder's voice was gritted tight, clearly revealing dissatisfaction. In truth, he had long noticed some disciples exploiting this loophole to gather points. But the school not only teaches cultivation, it also trains leadership ability and the skill of winning people's hearts.
Therefore, the school often organizes activities related to forming groups, aiming to train the command ability of disciples with leadership qualities. At the same time, it fosters trust and cohesion among clan members.
Through many previous sessions, simply based on group members, achievements obtained and each person's performance, the clan could easily see who possessed outstanding aptitude and enough potential to become a leader.
Because of this, the school never grants accumulation points for the position of captain without reason.
Every additional point is regarded as an investment, a nurturing of future leaders.
As for Luo Tian Qiu and Luo Fei Yang, one directly knocked down everyone then forced each person to acknowledge him as captain, the other was even more shameless… the school elder did not even want to speak of it.
At this moment, Luo Fei Yang had just defeated someone and excitedly asked: "He just called me captain, right?"
"Ye... Yes. You gain one point."
"Then I expel him from the team."
However…
"Cap… captain."
A trembling voice sounded.
"You still called ten other people captain."
Luo Fei Yang forced a disciple who had just been caught to stand out, making him call each person captain one by one.
Sweat streamed down his face: "Cap... Captain."
The points would naturally be divided equally among the whole group. Robbing was not allowed, but coercion or bargaining was not forbidden either.
This rule was originally set to test leadership ability, but Tian Qiu and Fei Yang turned it into a tool to squeeze every loophole.
If Tian Qiu were not the son of the late Second Elder, people would have thought he was raised from a den of thieves.
"Join us, everyone here will call you captain once."
Hearing this, that disciple's eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly: "Captain! Captain!"
The school elder was speechless. In the regulations, it is indeed stated that as long as one is called captain, there will certainly be points.
It does not clearly state whether the other party has been eliminated or not, nor does it forbid expelling someone and then forcing others to shout.
If this is not allowed and that is also forbidden, then what is allowed? Where would the authority of the school elder remain?
On the battlefield, the victor can subdue the remnants of the defeated as his own troops, by any means, whether coercive, gentle or forceful.
This is also part of the curriculum, dialogue. This shameless method, the clan truly does not forbid.
In the past, the ancestor Luo Wu You appeared carefree and without worry, but in truth he was the most shameless of all. Because of that, the clan could prosper until today.
He truly wanted to curse.
A session of sixty-nine people, yet he encountered two shameless ones who liked exploiting rules, two who did not strike faces but only kicked the groin, and finally two hot-tempered to the extreme.
Tian Qiu. Especially him. Among those six names, he alone occupied three parts.
At this time, Ye Fan and Ye Ling Long were fleeing in panic. Behind them was a group in pursuit, the siblings could only hide behind bushes in the weapon refining area.
In everyone's eyes, they were nothing more than two mobile accumulation points, easy to swallow.
"Sorry brother… I dragged you down."
Ling Long whispered chokingly.
In contrast to their situation, Luo Wu Chang was nothing particularly outstanding. Even going alone, he was still invited by many groups.
Because he stubbornly insisted on going alone. So everyone treated him as an opponent, not striking too heavily.
Moreover, in his hand were tools given by Tian Qiu. So going alone was not difficult.
The talismans Wu Chang held were all first rank middle grade, power far beyond ordinary spells. Once cast, they could rival the mid stage of Entering Dao realm.
As for Luo Tian Qiu, whenever he appeared, the one who needed to flee was certainly someone else. This person did not know the weight of his actions, once involved in fighting he forgot heaven and earth, bloodthirstily pursuing to the end.
Most of the remaining disciples had already formed groups. If considering the overall situation, pursuing the Ye siblings was the wisest choice.
But then, just when the pursuing group abruptly changed direction and left as if facing a great enemy, Luo Tian Qiu quietly stepped forward.
There was no need to say who they were fleeing from.
His gaze swept around, whether intentionally or not, it stopped exactly where the Ye siblings were hiding.
Ling Long panicked, almost crying out, luckily Ye Fan quickly covered her mouth.
The two held their breath, hearts pounding. Only when Tian Qiu's figure passed by did Ling Long exhale, her voice trembling: "He… he left."
Ye Fan clenched his fists, gritting his teeth thinking: "If only I also had strength like him…"
At that moment, Tian Qiu stopped and closed his eyes. When he opened them, his pupils flashed blue and red, yin and yang blending.
The world in his eyes turned into only black and white, all walls gradually becoming blurred. In that monochrome scene, figures appeared in red or blue, scattered everywhere. All were Luo clan disciples.
His innate talent was Ten Thousand Layers of Multicolored Hues. This was not born naturally.
When he was four, the battle for a treasure was gradually coming to an end. At that same time, he awakened this kind of innate talent.
If not for that event, he would not have obtained such a useful tool.
It seemed nothing special. But he was obsessed with this ability, proudly patting his chest claiming it was the most useful innate talent.
Its ability was to turn vision into two black and white sections to absorb colors, then use those colors to release within his own sight or others'. It could even turn this illusory color into reality.
The mental consumption would increase according to usage, from one time, two times then three times.
The colors obtained would be stored. When needed, corresponding color quantity would be consumed, storage limit was unlimited.
Luo Tian Qiu judged this innate talent to be at least upper grade. Because it could turn illusion into reality, from false to true.
Truly very useful.
Suddenly, Luo Tian Qiu revealed a wicked smile, eyes full of fascination: "Accumulation points…"
Right after, Tian Qiu knocked down those walking alone one after another. His gaze swept to every bush, every tree trunk.
"You two, come out."
A cold voice rang out.
"You… how did you discover us? Clearly we hid very well…"
Some who did not want to fight chose places to hide, not understanding why they were discovered by Luo Tian Qiu.
Finally, his gaze moved toward the school field.
At the same time, in the weapon refining area, the Ye siblings had long left.
Luo Wu Chang was hiding behind a water jar placed beside the path, one could tell at a glance he had taken it out from his storage pouch.
"Surely no one discovered me."
Although Wu Chang was immersed in using the spirit tool, he still knew when to stop. He quickly detonated it, creating an explosion just sufficient, then immediately fled.