Naturally, Ma Ce did not dare to stab Han Tianxing to death with one sword. He stabbed Han Tianxing fiercely, and the sword pierced the palm of Han Tianxing's left hand, nailing his hand to the ground.
Han Tianxing groaned miserably, but suppressed the scream and only trembled. His eyes were still staring at Ma Ce, and the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense.
Li Chengfeng wanted to rush forward but was held tightly by Zhao Xiaobao. Li Chengfeng turned around and glared at Zhao Xiaobao angrily: "Do you want to watch him die?"
Zhao Xiaobao begged in a low voice: "Master, if you rush forward like this, although you can save Tian Xing, but... he will live in pain for the rest of his life!"
Li Chengfeng said angrily: "If he dies, there will be no future!"
Zhao Xiaobao said bitterly in a low voice: "But Master, if you can help him this time and next time, can you always help him? You once said to me: People always have to rely on themselves."
This sentence stunned Li Chengfeng and was speechless for a long time.
He knew that what Zhao Xiaobao said made sense. If he rushed to save Han Tianxing, although he could save Han Tianxing's life, he was forcibly interrupted when he was preparing to fight to the death, and eventually caused him to lose the battle. This would definitely It left a huge shadow on Han Tianxing.
But... if Han Tianxing really held on and died on the ring, Li Chengfeng felt that he would never forgive himself in his life.
When he was struggling in pain, the referee on the sidelines wanted to step forward to interrupt the fight, but Han Tianxing seemed to have expected such a move. He shouted at the referee: "No! I haven't lost yet!"
Most cultivators cherish their lives, and no one would joke with their own lives. Therefore, when a cultivator firmly refuses to admit defeat in the ring, arbitration cannot easily interrupt the battle.
Seeing that Han Tianxing refused to admit defeat, the referee could only stand by and look at him coldly.
Seeing that Han Tianxing refused to admit defeat, Ma Ce grinned and pressed down the long sword in his hand. The long sword sizzled through the back of Han Tianxing's hand, and blood flowed out from Han Tianxing's palm, gradually covering up the entire Tianlong Sword. The blade of the sword is dyed red.
"Admit defeat, admit defeat quickly!!" Ma Ce's eyes protruded like goldfish, and he glared at Han Tianxing at his feet with a ferocious expression, "You are a loser, what else do you want to do if you don't admit defeat!"
"A person like you! Do you still want to make a comeback and go to heaven! Don't think that just because you are with a powerful person, you can soar into the sky! Stop dreaming!!"
Ma Ce thrust the sword down hard and stomped on Han Tianxing's head with his feet. He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "People like you should stay in the mud, stay in the pit. Being stepped on and beaten! What's wrong with bullying you! What's wrong with beating you! None of us in Zangqing Pavilion have come here like this! Why are you an exception?"
"You are simply a bastard, a bastard, a bastard!"
Just looking at Ma Ce's expression and listening to his tone, it seemed that Han Tianxing was the one who abused him, and he wanted to vent his hatred on Han Tianxing.
But even Ma Ce himself didn't notice that his heart was about to be ignited with anger at this time!
Because when he first entered Zangqing Pavilion, wasn't he just like Han Tianxing, full of blood and passion, full of hope and motivation, eager to get ahead, eager to prove himself
But what greeted him was endless ravage and dark abuse!
Ma Ce also tried to escape, but he was caught again and again, and was ravaged more severely every time. In the end, he despaired and accepted his fate!
After he gritted his teeth and endured it for more than ten years, he finally made it from a new disciple to a senior senior brother... At this time, the senior brothers who bullied him finally told him: why they bullied him!
Because this is the rule of Zangqing Pavilion, let them know the cruelty of practice, let them know the insurmountable barriers of respect and inferiority in the practice world, and let them know that they are useless and cannot survive without Zangqing Pavilion!
Zangqing Pavilion is where the Kuhan disciples gather. There are disciples with outstanding talents among them, but most of them are disciples with less outstanding talents, although if they are given a chance, they may all grow up.
But resources are extremely limited, and it is impossible for the Lingshan Sect to give each of them a chance, let alone distribute the resources equally. They can only focus their resources on the most talented people, train them, let them grow up, and become top practitioners, so that they can stand out and jump over the dragon's gate!
This will attract more disciples from poor families to come to Zangqing Pavilion one after another and work hard to get ahead.
But those more disciples who do not have the resources to accumulate know that they cannot climb up, but they absolutely cannot tolerate others climbing on top of them. They are even more afraid that any of the new disciples will have any outstanding and amazing talents. If it climbs on his head one day, it will not only make him sigh, but also make the already limited resources of Zangqing Pavilion even more scarce.
Therefore, every year when they start, they will try their best to suppress and bully the new disciples, and those disciples who are already outstanding and full of hope will not intervene to change this status quo, even if they have suffered deeply from it and vowed to eradicate bad habits. But after they climbed up, they all changed: no monk would be willing to share the food in the bowl with the people below.
It’s not that they don’t want to, it’s that they don’t dare!
When there are few people in Zangqing Pavilion, there are more than a thousand mouths, and when there are many people, there are more than three thousand mouths. If you feed this person, what will happen to that person? If you feed that person, what about this person
Monks are not ordinary people. They only need to feed one mouth and sit back and relax. Every monk is a gold-swallowing beast. Even if all the resources in the world are piled on the disciples of Zangqing Pavilion, it is impossible to support these two at the same time. Thousands of great practitioners.
The sage said: Those who have a country and a family are not worried about being few but about inequality; they are not worried about poverty but about insecurity.
This is the reason why in the world only ten thousand people can serve one person, but there has never been a way where one person can serve ten thousand people.
So, slowly, this became the rules and customs of Zangqing Pavilion. Ma Ce thought that this was how he came here. Why should I, who have suffered such hardship, make an exception for you, Han Tianxing
What's even more hateful is that Han Tianxing actually found a backer after escaping! There are actually people who are willing to stand up for him and take him to practice!
It's really intolerable, what can't be tolerated!
Why are we not so lucky? How could you, Han Tianxing, be so lucky
When Ma Ce thinks about this, he feels like a hundred insects gnawing at his heart, filled with envy and hatred!
When Ma Ce penetrated two-thirds of the Tianlong Sword into the back of Han Tianxing's hand, Han Tianxing suddenly grabbed the Tianlong Sword near the hilt with his hand and pulled it out hard to prevent Ma Ce from going down any further. Continue thrusting.
But Ma Ce smiled ferociously and pressed down the Tianlong Sword bit by bit. At the same time, he twisted the Tianlong Sword, making Han Tianxing feel the heartbreaking pain.
Li Chengfeng was furious outside the court, but calmed down instead. He just gritted his teeth and stared at Ma Ce, silently recording this account in his heart.
At this time, the arbitration on the sidelines couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but said: "Stop! This game..."
"No!!!" Han Tianxing suddenly roared, like a wounded and crazy beast, "I haven't lost yet!! I won't admit defeat!! There are no disciples in Hidden Sword Pavilion who admit defeat!!"
Arbitration looked at Han Tianxing with complicated eyes, sighed softly, and said: "Don't persist fearlessly, if you continue like this, you will die!"
Han Tianxing raised his head desperately, his eyes were blood red: "If you can't stand out, you can't hold mud in your mouth to repay kindness, how are you different from an animal! What's the difference between being dead!!"
Ma Ce laughed wildly and said: "Okay, I will help you!!"
Having said that, he tried hard to pull out the Tianlong Sword, but when he tried hard, half of the long sword was pulled out but could no longer be pulled out. Ma Ce was stunned and saw that the blade of the Tianlong Sword was already covered with blood, and the original green The blade of the sword was now bright red and dazzling.
The blood flows, rolls, and boils on the blade of the sword. It flows to the tip of the sword, then flows upstream along the back of the sword, and flows to the hilt. This cycle repeats, and the body of the sword becomes brighter and brighter. , the blood rolled more and more violently, and the Tianlong Sword body vibrated and trembled, so that Ma Ce felt as if he was holding the reins of an uncontrollable monster in his hands!
Suddenly, the Tianlong Sword frantically broke away from Ma Ce's control. It stood up from the ground and soared into the sky. It drew an arc in the sky and let out a dragon roar that shook all directions. Then it fell from the sky. A loud bang boomed in front of Han Tianxing, instantly sending Ma Ce flying out, and at the same time creating a huge pit in the ring!