hsntnovel Chapter 245 Just Fight!
Chapter 245 Just Fight!
Jiang Xing looked down and met Zhai Lequ's gaze.
In just a few minutes, Zhai Lequ, who had been beaten senseless by Xiao Jiming, fell right at Jiang Xingni's feet.
He groggily looked up, and once again he couldn't see anything except Jiang Xingni's eyes.
—Golden.
"...So good." He uttered these words like a ghost, then his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Jiang Xingni took a few steps back in genuine fear, a rare occurrence for him.
She looked up and met Su Yanzhi's gaze.
They all saw the unspoken unease in each other's eyes.
"There is an M," Jiang Xingni said absentmindedly.
Normally, if Su Yanzhi saw Jiang Xingni with such an expression, he would definitely take a picture to commemorate the moment and then make a big laugh at her.
Jiang Xingni, who is always peaceful and composed, also has a day when he shows a different expression.
But things are different now.
Su Yanzhi could accept yelling at Jiang Xingni that he felt good about being beaten, but he couldn't accept that the image of Jiang Xingni as a masochist was taken over by someone else.
His smile widened, and he naturally walked to Jiang Xingni's side, using his hand to block Jiang Xingni's gaze from looking at Zhai Lequ.
"It's okay, you won't have the chance to meet him again." Su Yanzhi's tone was calm and indifferent.
Xie Yungui, who had just called Ye Xunnan over, happened to overhear Su Yanzhi's words.
He searched through his memories, then looked at Jiang Xingni and said, "He's lying to you."
Xie Yungui spoke directly.
Ye Xunnan leaned over and hoisted Zhai Lequ onto his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she sighed. "I apologize on his behalf. I'll make him apologize to me when he wakes up."
"Once I've dealt with him, whether you want to fight me or not is up to you." Ye Xunnan raised his head.
Those eyes, which shared some similarities in color with Jiang Xingni's, had completely different expressions.
Compared to Jiang Xingni, Ye Xunnan's eyes lacked some of their sharpness.
What Zhai Lequ saw was Jiang Xingni's eyes, golden, like stars gathered together.
What Ye Xunnan saw first was not Jiang Xingni's eyes and appearance, but that earring.
The star-shaped earring was clipped to her left ear, swaying with Jiang Xingni's movements, making one's heart sway with each step.
"Clip-on earrings are easy to fall off," Ye Xunnan said with a smile, his gaze not lingering on her earrings for long. "And wearing them for a long time can make your earlobes uncomfortable."
Jiang Xing looked into her eyes and gently touched her earlobe with her fingertip.
Jiang Xingni didn't have much of an impression of Ye Xunnan at first, but after these few words, she became curious about the girl in front of her.
"Then I'll wait for you to come back." Jiang Xing glanced at her and returned the same smile.
On the stage, He Jingtong and Jiang Fuyuan had just started fighting.
He Jingtong's task of eliminating Jiang Fuyuan was not as easy as Xiao Jiming's.
"Taoist Master, Taoist Master." Jiang Fuyuan, whose appearance was utterly unremarkable among the main characters and even among the supporting characters, curled his lips and demonstrated his ability to He Jingtong. "Any superpower you unleash, I can reflect back."
Jiang Fuyuan's superpowers sound like they belong to a primary school student.
—A rebound.
All the damage inflicted on him will eventually bounce back in the same or several times greater way.
He Jingtong's method of dealing with him has always been to create a non-existent object and then deceive Jiang Fuyuan's superpowers, making the superpowers believe that all superpowers are exerted by this created object.
By the time the object was destroyed, Jiang Fuyuan would have been knocked off the stage by He Jingtong.
Now... he listened to Jiang Fuyuan's smug boasting, so during this winter break, Jiang Fuyuan's superpower actually advanced.
From being able to be deceived by his superpowers, to now only being able to reflect back on him?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, He Jingtong considered many ways to control it.
The number one option is to kill him directly.
In a situation where a single blow is fatal, even if the damage were to bounce back to He Jingtong, the superhuman would be dead, and the superpower would be unable to be successfully applied.
The thought lingered in He Jingtong's mind for less than two seconds before he rejected it.
What he wanted was to defeat Jiang Fuyuan, not to kill him outright.
When they become truly hostile, then we can do just that.
However, Jiang Fuyuan and He Jingtong are still classmates.
What followed was a very brutal fighting style—seeing who could withstand more damage.
He Jingtong lowered his eyes, and the instant Jiang Fuyuan attacked, he made a hand seal.
The semi-transparent lettering spontaneously combusted in mid-air without fire.
The next second, flames rose out of thin air beneath Jiang Fuyuan's feet.
As soon as Jiang Fuyuan felt the heat, he leaped up and jumped over the point when the flames were at their hottest.
Even so, his ankles were burned by the flames.
My skin quickly started to turn red and hot, and blisters appeared one by one.
At the same time, He Jingtong also felt a sharp, burning pain in his ankle.
...Tsk.
He Jingtong scoffed inwardly.
Or should we let him attack himself?
Ideally, his ability would be bugged so that he could keep attacking himself.
Jiang Fuyuan noticed He Jingtong's slightly furrowed brows and grinned, "You're in pain too, Daoist Master."
He Jingtong gripped the long sword in his hand tightly, looked at Jiang Fuyuan who had fallen to the ground and stepped forward, and slashed at him with the sword.
bass.
The blade sliced through the air, producing a soft hum.
Jiang Fuyuan almost instinctively wanted to turn his head to dodge, but then he realized that he didn't need to dodge at all.
The damage inflicted on him will be reflected back to He Jingtong.
Jiang Fuyuan did not dodge.
He Jingtong did not hold back either.
The knife struck Jiang Fuyuan squarely on the shoulder.
The fabric of the clothes was torn.
Then comes the skin and flesh.
The flesh was sliced open by the blade, and blood gushed out instantly, revealing the stark white bones.
The pain didn't take long to spread; He Jingtong instantly felt an almost ruptured pain in his hand holding the knife.
It was as if only a thin layer of skin connected his shoulders and arms.
"Should we continue the attack?"
"If you don't attack, I will. If you attack me, you'll be counterattacked!"
"Daoist Master," Jiang Fuyuan said with a smile, "You should be glad Xiao Jiming didn't surrender. Otherwise, if you had also lost to me, no matter what that Miss Jiang—what was her name again? It sounds like it has the same syllable as my surname—your team would have been branded as having lost to us!"