14: A-level wind system Fu Mingyu

Chen Qing chuckled as he watched the scene unfold on and off the stage, finding it quite amusing.

He heard everything those people were saying.

The newcomer on stage actually had the skill level of a first-tier mid-stage, which was a bit unexpected for him.

Currently, the strongest of the new generation he had encountered was Li Tianyang; although he didn't know his exact Realm, judging by his tone, he should be around the second to third-tier.

This person in front of him had just entered school and had already stepped into the first-tier mid-stage.

Most likely, he had undergone early Cultivation with the guidance and help of others before entering school.

However, his talent must also be very strong.

Chen Qing wasn't in a hurry; the Dao of Martial Arts was long, and winning first didn't count as winning.

After a day of arduous Cultivation yesterday, plus spending a full 12 hours in the Ice God Space, with only two hours remaining, his non-Martial Artist limit had now reached 0.97!

That was the limit of an S-tier ability!

At this point, Chen Qing found that it wasn't particularly difficult for him, mainly because he had the help of the Ice Spirit Cat in the Ice God Space; he estimated he had killed thousands of Snow Rats last night.

He had worked the Ice Spirit Cat half to death!

That cat now wanted to hide whenever it saw him, but having witnessed the Bone Wing Ice Dragon King, it was difficult for it to harbor such thoughts again.

However, after reaching the 0.97 limit, he found that further improvement became exceptionally slow.

If before each Cultivation or killing Snow Rats could pour a drop of water into his kettle, now it was at most one-tenth of a drop!

This gave him a headache.

After a friendly communication with the Ice Spirit Cat, the Spirit Cat roughly understood his thoughts.

This human seemed no longer satisfied with killing those Snow Rats.

The Spirit Cat pondered for a long time and thought of a good place.

Chen Qing decided to go in again today to see what kind of good place it was.

While thinking, Chen Qing saw Liu Weiren, who had just returned to school, leap onto the stage from below.

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“It’s Liu Weiren! Who called him back?!”

“Liu Weiren looks like he’s almost at the Peak of the first-tier. He’s done a lot of missions this year; there aren’t many people in the sophomore year who are his match!”

“This is going to be a good show!”

...“Finally, someone decent has arrived! I thought all the students at Jinling Martial Arts University were a bunch of good-for-nothings!”

The young man's hands were no longer on his hips, and his expression became much more serious.

“Is it you who has been provoking the sophomores?” Liu Weiren didn't immediately attack but asked.

The young man smiled and nodded; there was nothing to deny.

“State your name, so I at least know who is so arrogant.”

“Fu Mingyu.”

As soon as Fu Mingyu announced his name, he lunged towards Liu Weiren with an arrow-like step.

Liu Weiren didn't panic; he had experienced many battles this past year, and this level of attack was not enough to make him difficult to parry.

He lowered his stance, stabilized himself with a lunge, and threw a punch towards the charging Fu Mingyu.

The two men's fists collided. Liu Weiren stood firm, but Fu Mingyu stumbled and retreated several steps.

“Good! Liu Weiren has already stepped into the threshold of the first-tier Peak. This Fu Mingyu is not his opponent!”

“This Fu Mingyu is also very strong; to reach this level right after entering school, this year's newcomers are not simple!”

“Don't forget, Fu Mingyu isn't provoking alone!”

Hearing this, everyone looked towards another viewing platform, where several unfamiliar people were seated. They had all come with Fu Mingyu and should all be new students.

“Hehe, Mingyu is being threatened. This Liu Weiren's fighting style is better Cultivated than Mingyu's,” a gentle-faced young man on the viewing platform chuckled.

“I told him long ago to spend time focusing on Cultivating some fighting styles and Martial Skills. Now look, he’s going to get a beating!”

A beautiful girl with a fiery figure watched with an expression of enjoying the show.

“Yuan Yue, watch carefully. Mingyu isn't as useless as you think; his efforts are no less than ours.”

The others beside them remained silent, focusing on the battle on the stage.

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As soon as Fu Mingyu stabilized his retreating figure, he saw Liu Weiren in front of him had already left his original position and was charging after him.

The punch was already nearing his face. Fu Mingyu's eyes hardened, and he slightly tilted his head, letting the punch graze his cheek.

He crouched slightly, his left foot suddenly pushing off, using his toes as the pivot, and his right leg fiercely kicked towards Liu Weiren's waist.

Liu Weiren didn't dodge; his left hand directly blocked his waist, and his right hand, which had just grazed Fu Mingyu's cheek, retracted, intending to grab Fu Mingyu's kicking right leg.

If he were caught like this, Fu Mingyu would essentially be at his mercy.

“Damn it!”

Fu Mingyu cursed inwardly. Liu Weiren's combat experience was indeed rich.

The next moment, he moved like a gust of wind; at a time when it was utterly impossible to retract his strength, he suddenly pulled back his fists and feet in a strangely inexplicable posture, dodging the grab.

On the stage, a biting cold wind swept up!

“Hmm? Martial Skill? Wind-type?” Liu Weiren also withdrew his hand, frowning as he looked around.

At this moment, a bone-chilling cold wind suddenly swept across the stage, furiously striking his entire body, making his movements stiff.

Martial Artists rarely use too many powerful elemental Martial Skills at lower tiers. Firstly, they don't have that much time to learn and practice them. Secondly, at lower tiers, the body's Mental Energy isn't strong, and using various elemental Martial Skills consumes Mental Energy, not physical strength.

The Mental Energy of low-tier Martial Artists is insufficient to handle extremely powerful Martial Skills, so they can only learn some auxiliary and less energy-intensive skills.

Therefore, low-tier Martial Artists mostly use general Martial Dao skills centered on physical strength.

However, Liu Weiren looked at the intensity of this ability around him; it was clearly not a low-tier ability.

“Hehe, you indeed have some tricks up your sleeve. I admit, not all students at Jinling Martial Arts University are useless!” In the wind, Fu Mingyu wiped away the fresh blood that had been scraped from his cheek by the punch, saying.

The next moment, he stomped his foot and attacked again. His speed was much faster; the wind seemed to be assisting him.

“Bang!”

This time, Fu Mingyu only retreated one step before stopping his figure.

But Liu Weiren, on the other hand, retreated several steps!

“Hehe, your ability's auxiliary skill is quite powerful! It can actually allow you to use the wind's momentum, while I am affected by the wind.”

He retreated not because Fu Mingyu's strength had surged, but because he himself was affected by the wind. Of course, he also had a slight intention of dissipating force, retreating a few steps with the momentum.

“This guy's wind-type, judging by its intensity, just an auxiliary skill can affect Liu Weiren; it's at least A-tier!”

Everyone was awestruck; this guy dared to provoke, truly not because he was full and bored; his talent was very strong!

On the stage, Liu Weiren shook his hand and no longer held back. Since this junior wanted to experience the strength of their Jinling Martial Arts University students, then he would let him have a good taste of it!

A thick layer of armor gradually appeared on Liu Weiren's body. The armor was made of rock, looking heavy and indestructible!