In the eyes of all cultivators, any cultivation method has weaknesses to be restrained, and at the same time has its own strengths.
So what if talisman masters are strong? Do they not still have weaknesses? That is the number of talismans held in hand.
On the battlefield, who will give you time to draw talismans? No one, they will only send people in succession to exhaust your talismans.
Immediately, Yun Ge used a sound transmission talisman, ordering teammates to switch to other targets. At the same time finding ways to evade Tian Qiu's talismans.
Geniuses naturally have differences. The most obvious manifestation is endurance.
Tell them to find ways to exhaust Tian Qiu's talismans, sooner or later they will be pressed down and beaten by him.
What Tian Qiu likes most is still fighting bare handed. Yun Ge understands that.
Moreover, even if Tian Qiu uses a large amount of talismans, he does not consume much. He is a talisman grandmaster, easily drawing large quantities of talismans.
This exchange, in the end, is only a test of Tian Qiu's strength.
If even he cannot win, then even joining forces may not gain advantage.
Yun Ge understands that very clearly. The opponent is adept at chaotic battle, especially one against many.
Why does he want to crush Tian Qiu?
Is it not for his own future as clan leader?
Before everyone could react, Tian Qiu's robe slightly moved.
He had stepped before Yun Ge, his colorless gaze sweeping coldly over the opponent, hand lifting a pink talisman.
"You…"
With a thought moving, the lower half of Yun Ge's body was immediately tightly wrapped by a layer of pink wax.
Not stopping there, Tian Qiu pasted another white talisman, sealing spiritual power fluctuations, preventing him from using spirit engraved tools, even if Luo Yun Ge possesses San Yin Shi it is useless in this situation.
"Luo Yun Ge, you had better obediently stand here and watch the show."
Yun Ge frowned, voice urgent: "What do you mean!?"
He struggled hard, but whole body stiff, like stuck in thick mud.
The wax flowed down, spreading gentle fragrance, yet strangely solid.
Tian Qiu coldly turned to Yun Ge's group.
"I can spare you, but on one condition… leave him."
"I leave his group."
…
As soon as words fell, Yun Ge's teammates abandoned one after another. Not that they were completely suppressed, only before that obvious strength, no one wanted to risk life in vain.
"What? You cannot!" Yun Ge panicked.
He understands clearly, this is precisely the only capital for him to stand out, to go further on the path of cultivation.
His eyes gradually darkened.
"No teammates, no accumulation points. Without accumulation points cannot exchange for Entry Dao pill. Without Entry Dao pill, chance to step into first cultivation realm… also vanishes."
Even heavily injured, he could still defeat a group, gather accumulation points. But the obstacle named Luo Tian Qiu, if cannot overcome, then only can let go. A man, sometimes must know to give up.
However, Tian Qiu is like a madman. He does not want to eliminate Yun Ge, but deliberately seals him, letting him taste despair.
The feeling of seeing light before eyes yet unable to touch, brings him a subtle pleasure, intoxicating.
Indifferently glancing at the remaining people, Tian Qiu stepped to the center of the field, hand lightly making a gesture of invitation.
"All of you come together. Alone Luo Tian Qiu I will accept all."
Everyone looked at him, in heart all understand, the opponent is serious. Because wax is precisely the method Luo Tian Qiu is most fond of, and extremely easy to ignite, once combined becomes terrifying weapon.
Using this, then certainly no longer a game.
As the challenge sounded, the school immediately shook. A group rushed straight toward him.
A fist tore through air. Tian Qiu shifted, elbow smashing hard into opponent's ribs, leg taking advantage to kick away another from behind.
Before resting, someone not yet arrived, Tian Qiu already took initiative to close in, seizing offense.
One punch sent that person flying, body smashing against wall. Another punch from behind attacked, he did not turn head, twisted hand to seize arm, slammed hard to ground.
After that he retreated half step, knee striking into next opponent's chin.
As for Su Ming and Luo Tho, they quietly avoided far away, thinking: "Whoever fights can fight, best stay away from me. I do not want to be beaten."
Su Ming understands a bit about leadership, but even Luo Yun Ge lost to Tian Qiu, what qualification does he have to defeat opponent. Only by that little skill?
Luo Tho even simpler, besides refining pills, what else does she know.
The two avoiding is not entirely useless. In heart, both secretly waiting for a miracle to appear.
They know, when remaining number reduces to certain degree, the clan elder will order stop. No one foolish enough to endure in vain.
"Crack… crack…"
Sound of fists colliding, bones breaking crisp. Alone Luo Tian Qiu, single combat, running rampant across the field.
Most already gave up, no longer hopeful. But some instead shouted happily.
"I only have two more hits before elimination."
"Let me help you. If wait for Tian Qiu to hit, you must lie down recuperating several more days."
Those who rushed in only struck lightly, gritting teeth enduring several blows then waiting for nightmare to end.
At this moment, a disciple with only one more hit before judged failure. Tian Qiu appeared from nowhere, one punch sending him flying into air.
"What did I do wrong?"
The person who just struck him was immediately kicked by Tian Qiu, body flying along with companion.
"It is only accumulation points, you do not need to go this far."
The clan elder does not permit surrender. Otherwise, each person only need to kick each other a few times then admit defeat finished.
Admitting defeat, in the end must have a bit of spirit.
…
At another corner, Luo Wu Chang hid behind the jar in the qi refining area. Hearing the noise, he shivered.
"Surely Brother Qiu is farming accumulation points again… I truly want to freeload, but he does not allow…"
As he spoke, he sobbed, hand raised covering face, appearing as if suffered great grievance. Those who do not know might truly think he is weak, prone to crying.
Tian Qiu accustomed to going alone, fundamentally does not need teammates. Luo Wu Chang even less.
Suddenly, a shout sounded. A group appeared from nowhere, surrounding him.
"Wu Chang, you are here."
"You must pay for what you did."
Luo Fei Yang clenched fists, voice cold as ice.
"You know I admired Luo Yun Han for long. Why did you use her to deceive me, and even…"
"I… I did not mean to!" Wu Chang panicked and ran.
Meanwhile, Yun Han was tired sitting under the tree, face buried into knees. At some point, tear at corner of eye had fallen, soaking skirt hem.
"I… truly have no chance anymore?"
She cried, she was sad, not because lacking accumulation points. If needed, her father could directly give her Entry Dao pill, no need hardship like Yun Ge.
That sadness began from the moment she failed before Yun Ge, when heart sank to bottom. She no longer concerned about what happening around, almost cut off from outside world, also unaware Yun Ge being forced into desperate situation.
She like locked herself in own world, only fatigue remaining, along with never ending desire, and old memories.
The sounds of battle outside increasingly tense, mixed with crackling, scorching sounds of thunder and fire techniques intertwining.
Wind in air fluctuated, surging endlessly.
Before Luo Yun Ge's eyes suddenly darkened, as if layers of dark clouds gathering, stacking layer upon layer, pressing down upon his entire future. A future filled with suffocating pressure.
Completely different from Luo Yun Han, the burden on his shoulders heavier than anyone. From moment of birth, his fate already arranged by father. He lived along that path, according to will of a clan leader.
Boom!
Sound of techniques colliding echoed, pulling Luo Yun Ge from thoughts, returning to distant memory.
In the quiet study, only faint moonlight shining, a man stood with back turned, gaze toward open window. Wind blew strongly, pages on desk slightly moving.
That is the Luo clan leader, Luo Tong Tian, at same time father of Luo Yun Ge and Luo Yun Han.
Toward the second child, he treated like ordinary parents. The best, most beautiful things all given to the treasure born by himself.
But toward Luo Yun Ge, he treated as heir. Everything he has today must pass countless trials set by father. Only after completing tasks can he receive resources.
Because when becoming the one at the top, resources are not granted things. Each person must seize by own hands. No one will bestow anything, nor anything forever treasure when he sits at that position.
The higher vision, the more everything appears illusory. Things one needs to pursue like mayflies, blooming at dawn fading at dusk, leaving no clear trace, always changing, short and fragile.
An emperor does not need coal of commoners. But for them, that coal is source of life, the thing warming cold winter nights.
A cultivator ignorant of heaven and earth dared to dream of marrying saintess of a holy land. He willing to offer entire fortune.
Yet in eyes of those there, that action only insult nothing more. No one understands his heart.
Even if sincere, he still only worthless person.
A true leader, or at least one with clear goal, must know to create value for oneself, instead of dreaming of illusory future.
Meanwhile, younger sister Luo Yun Han still calmly receives monthly resources. She does not need to complete any task, because that is special treatment for a genius, for daughter of current clan leader, treatment without constraint.
At this moment, Luo Tong Tian raised head looking toward cloud layers, voice deep and imposing, not angry yet authoritative.
"Luo Yun Ge, I know you have experienced countless hardships to reach today."
"Never compare yourself with her, because you are the only hope of Luo clan. You are the one who can redeem all."
His voice lowered, carrying helplessness. Luo Tong Tian is the one who strives most for Luo clan, also the one worrying bit by bit for fate of clan.
"Your task this time, is to obtain one hundred twenty points in this seemingly random chaotic battle."
"In the future, you will be clan leader, the faith of entire clan. Therefore, do not let a small matter like this leave hidden injury, delaying path of cultivation."
Yun Ge slightly lowered head. The face under moonlight unable to receive that light like the way his father was facing toward.