43: Who am I? Where am I? Why am I lying down?

Tang Gao wrapped his fists in Battle Qi, directly activating the equipment skills and attack skills mastered by the Violent Justice messenger, with the effects of three evolutions also contained within.

Piercing Attack, attack, speed.

A Profound Rank High Grade Zhanqi System Cultivation Technique, with a double boost!

A 105% amplification effect!

"Shock!"

This was a Battle Technique mastered after thousands of kills, capable of effectively numbing the opponent's Qi and blood, causing them to enter a paralyzed state for a short time.

Initially, the Shield Practitioner was somewhat disdainful. A child, no matter how outstanding, how much Cultivation could he have? They were only promising for the future.

But now, weren't they easy to bully in the present?

When the opponent charged, the Shield Practitioner felt a sense of foreboding. His playful, smiling face sobered, and his brow twitched with the stinging pain from the surging Battle Intent, making him instinctively brace his defense.

When the opponent was halfway through his charge, the Shield Practitioner swallowed, feeling that he shouldn't have been so foul-mouthed just now. The opponent seemed to have a superior attribute, just like him.

When the opponent's fist struck the shield, the Shield Practitioner no longer had time for regret. The shield instantly shattered, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, his arms trembling and numb. He lay on the ground, his face blank.

Who am I? Where am I? Why am I lying down?

The Shield Practitioner slowly recovered, stood up, and looked at the shattered battlefield version of his shield, which now only had a handle, in his hand. A pig-like wail erupted: "My shield!!!"

The shield was the Shield Practitioner's lifeblood.

This was more painful than being castrated.

The Shield Practitioner cried bitterly, clutching the shattered shield fragments!

Tang Gao stood in place, blood dripping from his right fist, his face speechless: "It shattered just like that?"

The referee beside him shrugged: "He was careless. He didn't have time to use his most effective defensive technique to reduce the impact. This kind of shield can only be fully utilized with a defensive technique; otherwise, to protect the user, the shield will break first."

Tang Gao understood. This Shield Practitioner was careless and lost his beloved shield. He shook the blood off his hand and looked at the referee beside him: "A healing spell?"

The referee waved his hand, and streams of water poured down from mid-air, enveloping Tang Gao's fist and healing his injury.

The referee clicked his tongue twice: "Congratulations, Tang Gao, for winning!"

After he finished shouting, he whispered: "A Profound Rank Cultivation Technique?"

Tang Gao nodded silently, acknowledging the matter.

He could gradually reveal his excellence to gain excellent support.

The referee looked at him with envy, saying no more.

A Profound Rank Cultivation Technique, then it was not strange.

All of this happened so fast that everyone hadn't even reacted yet.

In the blink of an eye, while others hadn't even had time to practice, Training Ground No. 1 had already impatiently started, instantly killing the Shield Practitioner at light speed, making him scream like a slaughtered pig.

On the command platform, General Liu hadn't even put down the list in his hand, his face startled: "He won just like that?"

A Middle Stage First Rank Cultivation? Eighteen years old?

Did you start to Cultivate in your mother's womb?

You just used this 'Shock' technique like that?

Teacher Tian Qiang also stood up, his face startled: "He won?"

The victory was like a dream, winning in the blink of an eye, without even having time to adapt.

When did you become so strong?

When did you start practicing the Middle Stage First Rank Cultivation?

Why don't I know?

The Military System officers on the command platform couldn't sit still. One by one, they stood up and circulated their magic power to observe Training Ground No. 1, clicking their tongues:

"This kid is truly bold and meticulous. He doesn't even use a weapon, just wraps his fists in Battle Qi and smashes. If his control isn't strong, and his magic power quality isn't high, his hand would probably have broken just now."

"He's not an ordinary person. If an average student smashed like that, they'd cry for half a day on the spot. That's special steel, not cotton. At the very least, his fist would be in severe pain, and his bones might even break. His resilience is very strong."

"To be able to Cultivate a Profound Rank Cultivation Technique to this extent, his intelligence must also be very good. His academic test scores must be excellent, otherwise he wouldn't be able to grasp the principles within. This is an excellent seedling."

The officers' eyes gleamed, each wishing they could go down and recruit him right now.

A commotion broke out in the military formation, the soldiers looking at Training Ground No. 1 in surprise.

"He lost just like that? That kid is a steel-type, even if he didn't use much Battle Qi, his foundation is there, and his shield was actually shattered?"

"My goodness, another super monster!"

"Terrifying, a Middle Stage First Rank Aura, this child's strength is truly powerful!"

Comparing people leads to defeat.

Although many people's Cultivation was not as strong as this child's, everyone else was older than him!

Thinking about it this way, it was even more disheartening.

The students' reactions were even more intense.

The elite Class 1 was completely dumbfounded.

"Holy moly! Brother Tang is so cool!"

"One punch sent him flying! After the punch, his fist was so badly injured, yet he talked and laughed without changing his expression!"

"Damn it! I'm completely won over by Brother Tang!"

"So, when did Brother Tang secretly Cultivate to this level! Middle Stage First Rank!"

"Late Stage Unranked is already a very impressive achievement, but Brother Tang is actually Middle Stage First Rank!"

The students were all dumbfounded, completely unable to imagine that the usually diligent and hardworking Tang Gao actually had such a powerful side to him.

On the command platform, the principal was also surprised: "He's Middle Stage First Rank? Old Tian, the surprise you prepared for me is truly too great."

Teacher Tian Qiang looked surprised: "I'm also very surprised. He never showed it before, and he never mentioned it during previous martial arts tests... Is he waiting for the college entrance exam to make a name for himself?"

A glint flashed in General Liu's eyes as he asked: "What is his family background like?"

Teacher Tian Qiang instructed: "Both parents are ordinary people, and the family is not wealthy... I'm afraid the Cultivation Technique he practices was taught by your Junior Brother."

General Liu showed a look of praise: "This child's Heart-Nature is extraordinary. He must be recruited into the Military System in the future."

On the command platform, the officers looked at each other, exchanging intense glances. They were all deeply impressed by Tang Gao, knowing that this child would definitely belong to the Liang City Military System in the future.

General Liu stood up and was the first to applaud, a wide smile on his face: "Congratulations to Tang Gao for winning first place. However, such a simple test probably can't fully showcase your strength. How about this, Old Guan, you arrange another person for Training Ground No. 1.

Oh, and I'll reimburse the Shield Practitioner for his losses."

A General quickly stood up: "Understood."

General Guan winked at his subordinate, signaling him to quickly arrange a suitable candidate.

Soon, a Late Stage First Rank Sword Cultivator holding a special long sword arrived at Training Ground No. 1.

The Sword Cultivator held his sword and cupped his hands, smiling: "I have a slight advantage over you in Cultivation, and you are stronger in Cultivation Technique, but don't be careless. I've won a Second-Class Merit and a First Prize."

Tang Gao clicked his tongue: "Do we really have to compete? I've clearly already won."

The Sword Cultivator was stunned, looking at the referee. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

The referee looked at him speechlessly: "Why don't you have any ambition...? General Liu is watching over there. If you perform well, you can be directly admitted without having to take the college entrance exam. You can go to whichever High Grade academy in Mountain State you want."

Tang Gao's eyes lit up: "Direct admission!?"

Now that you mention that, I'm not sleepy anymore.

Tang Gao felt his spirits greatly invigorated, his Aura soaring, ready for battle. Before starting, he asked the referee again: "How good do I have to be to get this reward?"

The referee hesitated for a moment, then added: "The stronger the better."

For good seedlings, General Liu was never stingy with rewards.

But the specific standard, that was not for him to say.

Tang Gao understood, a bright smile on his face: "Then I'll just instantly kill you."

The Sword Cultivator smiled wryly, holding his sword ready: "Instantly kill me? Do you want to choose a weapon?"

Tang Gao shook his head: "No need. To deal with you, I don't need a weapon."

Having killed thousands, he had long since perceived the subtle dangers. Fists and palms were the ultimate weapons.

The Sword Cultivator didn't insist, adjusting his state, his eyes sharp: "Come on, you attack first!"

Tang Gao's expression turned serious, and three-tenths of his Aura erupted. In an instant, a terrifying, suffocating pressure emerged, an invisible Qi like the hand of Death, making everyone nearby's hearts stop, gripping their necks.

The referee's pupils constricted sharply, his entire body's magic power erupting. He quickly retreated, not even having time to shout 'begin,' stepping back a single pace, cold sweat already breaking out on his forehead.

What kind of monster is this!

The Sword Cultivator's sharp pupils trembled, and the Sword Qi bursting from his sword barely managed to guard his mind, greatly shocked: "My goodness!"

I shouldn't have let him attack first!

"Whoosh!"

A terrifying speed erupted. The Sword Cultivator's pupils constricted sharply, seeing only an afterimage approaching. A chilling wind assaulted his face, and his tear ducts couldn't help but spray tears, blurring the world before him.

"Damn it!"

The Sword Cultivator's body tensed, thrusting his sword forward, trying to force back the attack, but he didn't expect his vision to blur. His long sword struck empty air, and the Sword Qi pierced the ground, creating a small, deep hole.

The Sword Cultivator only felt a chill in his heart, looking speechlessly at Tang Gao standing to his left: "You... such fast speed, such a malicious move."

These were two killing moves combined.

First, a fierce assault with the first killing move. If the opponent couldn't react, their throat would probably be crushed on the spot.

If the opponent could react, the chilling wind from the first move would be enough to make the opponent's vision focus, forcing them to tense their nerves and defend fiercely.

When it comes to vision, once there's a focal point, there will be blind spots.

This is also called inattentional blindness. When a person concentrates on one focal point, their attention to other areas will be much weaker, creating a blind spot.

At this time, if this person is right-handed, then their left side naturally has weaker vision, and the blind spot will be enlarged.

The second killing move, launched from the blind spot, specifically targets the heart, aiming for an instant kill, extremely malicious.

To break this killing move is also very simple: one only needs to Cultivate the five senses to the extreme, reaching a state of seamless Fusion.

Hmm... this is an ability that at least a Third Rank Sword Cultivator can master.

This is an overt killing move. Unless one's reaction speed surpasses the opponent's, or one has mastered a targeted counter-technique, one cannot defeat the opponent.

The Sword Cultivator's face twitched, and he couldn't help but ask: "How many people did you kill to learn this move?"

This kind of thing cannot be taught in school.

Without killing a few people, one simply cannot learn such a terrifying killing move.

Damn it! And this is with me holding a sword. If I hadn't been holding a sword, I probably would have died from the first move.

Tang Gao retracted his hand and shrugged: "It's not difficult, you'll learn it with more practice."

The Sword Cultivator looked at him, extremely speechless, his lips moving as if to say something, but in the end, he could only swallow his words.

Damn it, I've also killed people, why haven't I learned your move?

Is this a matter of practice?

Without countless life-and-death trials, could he have this technique?

The referee raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and with difficulty announced: "Eighth Middle School, Senior Class 1, Tang Gao wins!"

The Sword Cultivator lost quickly, not in terms of Cultivation, but in not being as ruthless as Tang Gao.

Even with the same Cultivation and the same conditions, Tang Gao was superior in Heart-Nature, which is why his killing moves were so sharp.

The Sword Cultivator was no match and lost.