C22 The Ruthlessness of Jiangnan

The Great Elder stared at the dozen or so most outstanding disciples of the third generation who were slowly walking up the stage, and the haze on his face finally disappeared as he revealed a look of satisfaction.

The fact that his clan could continuously grow stronger was something he was willing to see on the face of this Great Elder.

"Jiang Nan, you go first" The Head Elder brought the box in his hand to Jiang Nan and said in a deep voice. However, he had a complicated expression on his face when he looked at Jiang Nan.

After all, Jiang Nan, who he had mercilessly chased away, was still standing on this stage. Moreover, with a speed that was not inferior to his cultivation from the past, he was standing right in front of him.

Jiang Nan's face was sullen as he glanced at the Great Clan Elder. He silently walked forward and casually took out a golden card in his hand, with number seven written on it. Jiang Nan pursed his lips, and waited for the other Jiang Family disciple to grab number seven.

After Jiang Nan was finished, Jiang Tian, Jiang Ling'er and the other outstanding disciples all reached out their hands to hold a golden card. Jiang Ling'er gently clenched her teeth as her fair and beautiful face looked at the quiet Jiang Nan with a complicated look in her eyes. Finally, she lowered her head and opened the card in her hand.

Jiang Tian opened the golden card in his hand and looked at Jiang Ling'er with an odd expression. He then flipped open the golden card in his hand, and surprisingly, a big number four was written on it.

In other words, among the Competition, the one Jiang Ling'er was going to confront was none other than Jiang Tian. The two third generation disciples of Peak of Martial Warrior Stage were going to clash with each other in the end. Everyone was looking forward to see who would be stronger.

Jiang Wen could not wait to open the card and hope that the one he was fighting was Jiang Nan. This way, he could openly defeat Jiang Nan's spirit and humiliate him. As long as Jiang Nan lost face, he would be very happy.

He flipped open the golden card and saw a big number one on it. The other young man who drew number one also raised his determined face. The two of them looked at each other in surprise. Why did they bump into each other?

"Haha, Jiang Hao, it seems that your fate is not good." Jiang Wen shook the card in his hand with a smile that wasn't a smile and said to Jiang Hao, who was behind Jiang Nan, with a sinister smile.

Hearing this, Jiang Nan frowned slightly. He glanced at Jiang Hao behind him and asked in a deep voice, "Your opponent is Jiang Wen?"

Hearing his senior's question, Jiang Hao quickly nodded and respectfully said, "Yes, Senior Brother Jiang Nan, I'm also # 1."

As he said that, Jiang Hao opened the number plate in his hand and a golden number 1 was imprinted on the plate. Jiang Nan nodded and said, "Jiang Hao, do your best. Don't ask for it."

"Yes, I understand, senior brother." Jiang Hao's eyes flashed with a strange expression. He nodded at Wu Tie and asked, "Senior brother, what number are you?"

"Number 7, what's wrong?" Jiang Nan asked in confusion as he opened the gold plate.

Hearing this, Jiang Hao pointed angrily at Blue-clothed Youth, and said in a deep voice: "Your opponent is Jiang Mo, the second person in the East Branch who stole our Spiritual Treasure."

"Oh? "Heh heh, enemies really have a narrow path."

When Jiang Nan heard this, he glanced at Jiang Mo and immediately laughed coldly. In his heart, he was also a bit angry. If it wasn't for Jiang Mo, he wouldn't have nearly died at Jiang Tian's hands.

They had their own opponents now, and Jiang Ling'er had also found one of her own. It was actually Jiang Ying'er, of Northern Court. Looking at Jiang Ying'er's depressed expression, Jiang Nan could not help but bitterly smile and sigh. "Sofia, do your best."

"Alright, I understand senior brother." Jiang Ying'er could only nod helplessly. She herself, however, did not have a shred of confidence. Who was Jiang Ling'er, the number one person in the Eastern Courtyard that was accepted by everyone in the Jiang Family, was ranked even amongst the Four Great Academies.

She was only a mid-stage warrior, and she had just broken through to the middle stage. How could she possibly defeat Jiang Ling'er?

Seeing that they had found their opponents, the Great Clan Elder pursed his lips and stroked his beard, saying loudly: "Alright, you have all chosen your opponents, then we will begin the Competition Battle."

Bang bang bang …

Another three violent sounds came up, and the sound of fighting spirit once again rang out in the center of the training grounds. Once again, the atmosphere of the Competition competition eased, and as Jiang Nan looked at the sky filled with golden lights that were like fireworks, converging into a vivid picture, he raised his resolute face and clenched his fist.

"This time, I absolutely cannot lose." The moment Jiang Nan finished his words, he felt that the aura around him had changed. The Great Elder had already left the training field, leaving behind only the fourteen third generation disciples.

The fourteen people were divided into seven groups. Two people per group would fight at the same time. This was also to save as much time as possible.

The breeze blew past Jiang Nan's clothes, causing them to flutter. Just as Jiang Nan was looking for Jiang Mo, a sneer came from behind him.

"Jiang Nan, your opponent is me, Jiang Mo. I will definitely return the previous humiliation." Jiang Mo glared viciously at Jiang Nan. He clenched his fist and let out a crisp sound of a bean bursting. A slightly cold aura swept across the area.

Sensing that the atmosphere had cooled down, Jiang Nan pursed his lips in surprise and said lightly: "Not bad, after three months of training, you have indeed improved."

"Chi Chi!" "Trash like you have no right to judge me. Let me defeat your so-called confidence. Drink." Jiang Mo's eyes were cold and there was a flash of cold light. He immediately clenched his fists and rushed at Jiang Nan without giving Jiang Nan any time to reply.

Hearing Jiangmo's words, Jiang Nan curled his lips in amusement, but Jiangmo's face only got bigger and bigger. He was a mere late stage warrior, yet he couldn't catch up with a warrior's Peak of Middle Period? Wouldn't it be a joke if he said that?

Staring at Jiang Mo shouting explosively and rushing towards him, not only did Jiang Mo himself rush towards him, but there was also a huge fist with four different colored flames on it. The surrounding air instantly became hot, and the water vapor on the ground started evaporating and emitting white mist.

"The Nine Yang Fist is cultivated to four colors, not bad, but to me, this is not interesting at all." Jiang Nan shook his head and said sarcastically as he looked at the shadow of the fist formed by the four colored flames.

Hearing Jiang Nan's sarcastic tone, Jiang Mo's face turned ashen. He clenched his fists again and shouted, "Not interested, then go die, drink!" Another fist shadow appeared, but compared to the Nine Yang Fist, it was much weaker.

Peng, two fists went straight for Jiang Nan's chest at an extremely fast speed. The light from the battle swept away the dust in the surroundings, increasing the tension.

Looking at the figure of Jiang Mo's fist, the people below the stage all pursed their lips in surprise. Now it was all about how Jiang Nan would face it.

Glancing at the two fist shadows, Jiang Nan still shook his head in disdain. He raised his left fist gently, and a terrifying white Wind Blade formed, one of them splitting into two, a total of five Wind Blade formed from Venerable Power shot out, straight towards his fists.

Jiang Mo looked in shock as he saw the two fist silhouettes being shattered and shattered by the Wind Blade. After being blown away by the wind, his face immediately changed, and he shouted out in disbelief: "Impossible, how is this possible?"

"Hehe, there is nothing impossible. I have said before that you are not interested in me at all, so you should leave." Jiang Nan glanced at Jiang Mo's shocked face, pursed his lips and said lightly.

He then lazily raised his right hand and clenched his palm into a fist. A terrifying pull came, the surrounding temperature suddenly became cold, the wind whistled, the white Wind Blade became even bigger, causing everyone's faces to turn serious.

"This is … "What?" Everyone looked at the Wind Blade formed by Jiang Nan's fists that kept getting bigger. They asked curiously, but there was no answer.

"Haaargh!" Jiang Nan roared. The expanding Wind Blade finally broke away from Jiang Nan's right fist as it charged towards Jiang Mo.

As they felt the terrifying energy rushing towards Jiang Mo, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Jiang Nan, you piece of trash, go to hell." Jiang Mo looked at the incoming Wind Blade with some fear, and immediately twitched all over his body, condensing his Dou Qi into a barrier, trying to use this weak defense to resist the Venerable Power's energy. Unfortunately, this idea was a little laughable.

Pacha …

Jiang Mo's defense was instantly destroyed by the Wind Blade, the battle light scattered everywhere, with a pu sound, the Wind Blade entered the flesh, causing one's heart to tremble.

"Ah!" "AHH!" "My arm." Under the crowd's gaze, they saw that Jiang Mo's left arm was cut off by the Wind Blade, all of them without any hesitation, the Wind Blade was actually this terrifying.

"This is a demon." It was unknown who said this, but all the Jiang Family disciples below the stage felt a chill down their spines as they subconsciously took a few steps back. Looking at Jiangmo's bloody left arm being broken, it was a little scary.

"Jiang Nan, ah!" Jiang Mo's pale body flew backwards and crashed into the ground, sending a huge rock flying. Jiang Mo spat out another mouthful of blood. He looked at Jiang Nan with eyes full of fear.

Jiang Nan lightly glanced at Jiang Mo and said in a deep voice, "I'm still not interested. Jiang Mo, this arm is your lesson. If you call me trash in the future, it won't be your arm but your head."

Weng …

When Jiang Mo heard Jiang Nan's emotionless words, his whole body suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He couldn't help but shiver and under the crowd's gaze, he miserably propped up his body and disappeared from the training field.

"Grand Elder, announce the result?" Jiang Nan turned around and asked in a deep voice as he looked at the First Elder's frozen expression.

Hearing that, the Great Clan Elder's face became even more gloomy, and he berated: "Jiangmo is someone of the Jiang Family, you …"

"Those who do not think of me as a member of the Jiang Family are not my clansmen in my eyes."

Jiang Nan didn't wait for the Great Elder to finish before he said those words coldly. Hearing that, the Great Elder didn't even spit out a mouthful of blood. However, there was nothing he could do. The current Jiang Nan was no longer that trash.

He could only sigh helplessly, and said in a clear voice: "This old man announces that Northern Court's Jiang Nan has won, and successfully entered the next stage."

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