Returning To The Cultivation World Through A Game

After hearing Qin Tian's words, Lin Zhen immediately looked at Yang Ming with a sinister smile. "At least you dare to go forward. Although you are also trash in my eyes, but you are definitely a better trash than any other trash." He says.

On top of the stone platform, Yang Ming still looked very confused as he looked around.

"I." He said in a doubtful tone when he heard what Lin Zhen said.

But the brat clearly paid no heed to Yang Ming's reaction.

He carried a sword, and he then pointed his sword at Yang Ming.

"Because of your courage, I will pay you a little respect. Now I will give you three chances to attack me first, and I will only block your attacks with my scabbard." He said with a confident expression. But her words were clearly meant to belittle Yang Ming.

He looked at the senior disciple as he spoke, and the senior disciple only smiled casually.

Yang Ming wasn't angry even though he was insulted, on the contrary, he still looked confused.

Qin Tian who saw that could only sigh.

He then sent a voice transmission to Yang Ming. "Fight that brat! Don't worry, you will definitely win."

As he said that, his spiritual sense moved towards Yang Ming and it enveloped his body.

Through his spiritual sense, he then sent his spiritual energy into Yang Ming's body.

As Yang Ming stared at him, he was immediately stunned as he felt the strength in his body suddenly increase dramatically. "How could it be." He says.

He didn't hide his words so that people could hear what he was saying. Of course, none of them understood the meaning of his words.

"How about now, are you still afraid?" Qin Tian asked.

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"Son, do you want to fight or not?" Lin Zhen asked as he saw Yang Ming still motionless to attack him.

"If you're afraid, hurry up and admit your defeat before I hit you in the face."

As a country person growing up in an orphanage, Yang Ming didn't have too much insight.

He might be able to withstand the humiliation when the enemy was stronger than him, but once he had the strength, he didn't think too much of it anymore.

When he heard what Lin Zhen said, he immediately became furious. To be called by the word son by someone younger was clearly an insult that could not be bore for anyone.

"Brat, I'll beat you up." He is screaming.

After which, he immediately ran towards Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen, who heard Yang Ming's words, looked even more disdainful.

"Well, you can hit me." He says.

He then held onto his sword as if he were holding a shield. And he even turned his gaze the other way as Yang Ming dashed towards him.

"Hmph, don't cry after I hit you." Yang Ming then jumped at him. The jump was so powerful that the stone platform was made to vibrate.

The people were stunned when they saw that, but it wasn't enough to make them believe in Yang Ming.

Although Lin Zhen was shocked, his arrogance made him continue to underestimate Yang Ming. He then raised his sword slightly upward when he saw Yang Ming coming from above.

"I hope your punch is as strong as your big body." He says.

"Hmph." Yang Ming snorted. He immediately sent his fist at him. To be more precise towards the sword he was using as a shield.

No one paid much attention to what Yang Ming was doing. Almost everyone there thought Yang Ming's actions were pointless, and he would immediately lose after that.

However,

Bang...

The moment Yang Ming's fist hit the sword, it was immediately blown away. But Yang Ming's fists were still moving towards Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen didn't even have time to react before Yang Ming's fist hit his chest.

Cough...

He immediately coughed up blood, and his body was immediately slammed against the stone platform he was stepping on.

Bang...

And it even caused the stone platform area where he was located to crack.

He finally lay limp with his mouth covered in blood.

But Yang Ming didn't attack him again after that. He took a few steps back, and astonishedly looked at his fist that had just hit Lin Zhen's chest.

"Impossible…" The people watching on the side were so shocked that they almost fell.

Even the senior disciple who was sitting casually in his chair couldn't help but jump.

A combat power that surpassed the level of cultivation was not something strange even among outer court disciples, but no one believed that Yang Ming who wasn't even from that continent could possess such strength.

Yang Ming's friends also looked at Yang Ming with astonished expressions. They had fought Yang Ming countless times while they were training, but Yang Ming was definitely not that strong at the time.

Unfortunately no one could realize that it was Qin Tian who was helping Yang Ming.

...

"God damn it." Lin Zhen immediately shouted in an angry tone after he woke up. He wiped the blood from his mouth before standing up.

His eyes turned red as he stared at Yang Ming.

He then drew his sword from its sheath before running towards Yang Ming.

After arriving about three meters from Yang Ming, he then jumped up while slashing his sword at Yang Ming.

"Die..." he shouted.

"Hmph." Yang Ming who was staring at his fist immediately shifted his gaze as he noticed Lin Zhen's arrival. He snorted before he took out an extremely thick iron staff. And he then swung the iron staff towards Lin Zhen who had arrived in front of him.