Swatting Ball

Don't blame me for being vicious; it was you who pushed me this far.

Chen Bao's eyes were full of viciousness as he stared at Wei Fang. He had never felt this angry at someone before. And in the middle of an astonished crowd, he unsheathed a sword.

No one paid attention closely to Chen Bao before, and now that they saw him again, they noticed a sword sheath hanging on his waist. It seems that he was prepared to use a weapon when Wei Fang challenged him to a duel.

Usually, no one in the middle stage would use a weapon when they were dueling with someone in the lower stage of Qi condensation because they felt it was beneath them.

But now that Chen Bao used a sword when dueling with Wei Fang, those spectators cast a disdainful gaze towards him.

If what those spectators felt from Chen Bao was contempt and disdain, then what Wei Fang felt was danger.

This was the first time he dealt with someone who used a weapon.

Just looking at those sharp edges gave him the chill, and his instinct told him to run away as soon as the sword was pointed at him.

This was just how normal people would react; their instincts would always tell them to avoid what they considered dangerous.

"System-sama, what should I do?"

[The host doesn't need to worry and just fights like usual.]

Wei Fang was relieved when he heard the sustem answer. He thought the system would help him if the situation became dangerous, but what the system said next almost made him cough up blood.

[Even if the host dies, the system could just search for a new host.]

Doesn't the system live and die tied to the host? What happens to the system that always tries to protect its host?

[The system was not a living being in the first place, so to the system, live or die was just the same.]

He forgot about that.

He looked at Chen Bao, who looked viciously at him; he couldn't help but shudder.

This was the first time he saw someone look at him that way; he was from a normal family after all, so he never got exposed to the dark side of human nature, which is also why he was a positive and imaginative person.

Calm!

He must be calm!

Excited minds lead to great things; calm minds lead to stability.

Swoosh!

He dodged Chem Bao's sword carefully. He didn't want to be injured, so he dodged and dodged.

What can he do?

The sword reach is further than his hand; in addition, his strength and speed were weaker than those of his opponent; what he could do was only dodge.

What should I do? Wei Fang was anxious.

If the fight continued like this, he would certainly lose, because, be it stamina or qi, he was much weaker than the opponent.

While Wei Fang was anxious, Chen Bao was becoming more and more angry.

He already took out his sword, facing someone with a weaker cultivation base than him, and he still couldn't defeat his opponent even after so long. How could he face others from here onward?

Suddenly, Chen Bao pulled his sword, giving Wei Fang a chance to take a breather, and then he took a striking posture.

One of the spectators suddenly said, "Is Chen Bao crazy? Not only did he take out his sword, he even used a sword technique against the new disciples."

"Isn't that the cloud-striking sword?"

"Isn't this getting dangerous? Should we step in and stop it?"

A small discussion broke out in the crowd, but in the end, no one came forward to stop the duel.

Wei Fang, who just took a breather, suddenly noticed the situation had taken on a worse turn when he looked at Chen Bao.

Without hesitation, he used his most-mastered technique and slapped himself on the hip, saving him from the fatal injury of having his stomach pierced.

Even so, the strike is still grazing his waist, leaving a deep gash with blood oozing out.

As if something had awakened within him, Wei Fang's gaze suddenly changed. The usually playful eyes became calm, but not peaceful; there was something hidden within the calmness, like still water.

A still water didn't mean there was no dangerous animal hidden inside.

Since you are vicious, then don't blame me for also being vicious.

Without waiting for Chen Bao to launch his next attack, he used his left hand to strike at Chen Bao's hand, which was used to wield the sword.

Chen Bao, who was still in thrusting posture, didn't have time to react as he subconsciously let go of his sword because of the palm strike.

Without thinking of retrieving his sword, Chen Bao backed off instantly, but it was too late.

Wei Fang's next strike had already arrived; his face instantly went pale when he saw that palm strike.

Aaaaah!

The sound of pigs being slaughtered sounded within the area, making those who heard it wonder what happened.

Then they saw Chen Bao writhing on the ground; his hand covered his crotch.

That sound just now—it couldn't be his screams, right? It was what was on everyone's mind right now.

What happened just now was just too fast, and the spectators cultivation was low; their position was also quite far, so they didn't see clearly what happened.

But some people who saw what happened clearly felt cold air between their legs.

In that split second, when Chen Bao was trying to back out, Wei Fang's right hand, which used to slap his own waist before, slapped upward with a fast speed, swatting the ball in its path.

Just thinking about it makes their ball ache.

Wei Fang, who had already learned his lesson, walked towards Chen Bao, who was still writhing on the ground.

Normally, in a situation where your opponent couldn't continue the duel, you had two options: make your opponent surrender or make them lose consciousness.

Of course, it was not a difficult option for Wei Fang. He kicked Che Bao's head until he lost consciousness. No one knows if it was fortunate or unfortunate for Chen Bao, as he didn't need to endure the pain anymore now that he lost consciousness.

Wei Fang takes a look at Chen Bao for the last time before leaving.

Before long, he arrives at the familiar healing department. When he walked towards the disciple who was responsible for receiving patients, he also saw a familiar face.

"Is there som... Wei Fang, it's you? What happened to you this time?" It was still Zhu Ju who was at the healing department.

"I injured my waist this time."

"Let me take a look." Zhu Ju said as she led him towards a room.

"Junior Sister Wan, I am going to check on a patient; please replace me at the reception table."

"The wound was quite deep; I suggest you take healing medicine so that it can heal quickly; if not, this would need two to three months to heal." Zhu Ju said as he looked at the wound in Wei Gang's waist.

"Ugh!"

"Let me give you something to clean the wound and then bandage you!" Zhu Ju said as he went out of the room.

When she came back, there was a bandage and a bottle with an unknown liquid inside.

"Just give me the thing! I will do it myself."

"Let the professionals do it."

"No! Let me do it myself." Wei Fang insisted.

Zhu Ju scrutinized Wei Fang before remembering something: "Don't worry, my mood was good today, so I can give you treatment for free."

"Really? Thank you then." Wei Fang was not someone who rejected something free.

"Okay, finished."

Wei Fang looked at his waist, which was nicely bandaged and also comfortable. If he were to do it by himself, he wouldn't know how it would turn out, as he never does it.

"Thank you!"

"Don't worry about it. I advise you not to make much movement, or else the wound will open again."

In this world, there were no stitches, but a cultivator's recovery was greater than that of normal people, so even if it was a deep cut, they would only stop the bleeding and let the wound heal itself or take some healing medicine.