CLIMBING THE PINNACLE OF MARTIAL ARTS
Chapter 3: The 149th Defeat and Persistence
In the internal struggle of the disciples of the Holy Fort, every year many people die. Zhou Ding Jun looked at this persistent and courageous brother, he himself could not help but feel a little worried.
When he thought that, Zhou Ding Jun knew he could not achieve such a title and was afraid that he would have to give up.
Stay calm, then you will not be afraid even if you have to burn yourself. This is the way of life, stubbornly following the decisions of your heart. This is the true truth of perseverance!
Although Ye feng's figure looked regretful, yet his eyes became stronger and sharper. Zhou Ding Jun knew that if he did not resolve this matter now, then there would be no end to it.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ding Jun rushed forward to execute his palm blade towards Ye Feng's neck. Ye Feng in an imposing manner quickly fled. Then his eyes clouded and he fell limp to the ground.
Seeing this scene, tens of feet higher, a disciple sitting on a tree branch took out a small book. Flipping the page he wrote: Trial disciple Ye Feng vs. Ordinary Disciple Zhou Ding Jun, Zhou Ding Jun won.
The person who was on the tree branch had a graceful figure, it was clearly a woman. It was just that the black mask on his face, did not allow people to see his face. But his delicate eyebrows, proved that this person was not old yet. The bracelet on his arm also showed his identity, the darkness disciple of the Pure Battalion.
The Pure Darkness Battalion was a special sector; the three main elders of the school were responsible for commanding and the hall disciples were responsible for taking down all the affairs of the school, no matter how big or small, all things are recorded. This also included the results of the duel between disciples.
So for all the battles in school, you don't have to worry about not being able to prove your victory and for sure you will get contribution points from the results of your efforts. Because in the shadows, the disciples of the hall of darkness will record it for you, and summarize your monthly notes.
This woman, after recording the results of this duel, took out another book smaller than her waist and opened in the 7th century that read '14 years of Ye Feng's 149th defeat'.
Even if you delete this record, on it there are still many records about Ye Feng's battle. From the first battle to the latest, all had one word: Lose!
One hundred and forty-nine battles in a row, he had lost all of them. It could be said that since the history of the school, it was a unique and quite amazing record. Although the owner of this record was lying on the ground, he did not know whether Ye Feng was still alive or dead.
Ye Feng had never challenged anyone else, so these 149 losses or defeats were from others who had challenged him. So it could be said, from being challenged once every five days, this had been going on for two years.
Seeing Ye Feng on the ground, he furrowed his brows. He did not understand how Ye Feng could endure this condition. He was already a trial disciple of the Fortress, even his survival was severely threatened, so why was he still alive? If he were to leave, then his life would definitely be better. 'This skinny boy, what kind of devotion does he have? Even with 149 consecutive losses, he remained undaunted.'
'Maybe it's a man's stupidity?' Noticing Ye Feng was also a momentary coincidence. When Xia Ning Chang became a disciple of the darkness hall, he was assigned to watch over this area. When Ye Feng was challenged every time by the other disciples, he saw clearly that Ye Feng was beaten to the point of almost dying. Xia Ning Chang, began to pay attention to the body of the young man who was at this third stage tempered body level.
He really wanted to know, with his strength, how long could he last before finally leaving the Pure Battalion sect or pavilion? This type of talent, this type of training speed, he was completely unsuitable to remain here. The ordinary world is the place.
The people below had long since scattered (dissolvent), only Ye Feng was still on the ground. Come and go, time goes by.
Xia Ning Chang disappeared from the branch in an instant.
When Ye Feng woke up, it was already three o'clock. There was no place in his body that did not hurt. Staggered, he stood up and looked up, he was shocked. Because the place where he woke up from his sleep was in the shade of a tree and not where he fainted.
This was truly shocking, was there a fellow disciple who was good enough to take him? This had never happened before, causing Ye Feng to furrow his brows. He vaguely remembered there was a shadowy figure darting in front of him. But those memories were too hazy, thinking harder only made them more obscure.
But between his current position and where he had fainted, there was a very different line mark, clearly indicating that he had been dragged.
Once again he felt his back, immediately a burning sense of heat spread out.
He might have left it on the ground! Ye Feng thought to himself.
Being depressed, Ye Feng realized that in his right hand he was holding something. Doubtfully, he was surprised to find a small bottle that looked good in his hand.
Whatisthis? This was definitely not his, as the only thing Ye Feng had was the clothes on his back and his broom. How could he have this?
A small porcelain bottle has a label. Ye Feng read it: "Blood Freezing Cream".
Blood-freezing cream, Ye Feng knew about this.
It is a school cream to help heal wounds, although it looks ordinary, the effect is very good. Generally, students will bring one bottle for emergency purposes.This one cream bottle in the logistics of Batallion Pure, the price is very expensive.
Ten contribution points was the cost of the bottle!
How many contribution points could Ye Feng earn for sweeping for a month? He could only earn ten points, in other words, the value of this one bottle was equivalent to one month working for him.
'Who is that?' At this moment, the hatred Ye Feng had towards this person was drastically reduced, but as he moved, the pain re-ignited. He had already come to this Holy Fort School for three years. In this time, Ye Feng had already gotten used to the lack of affection among the disciples. But today, for this fellow to leave a bottle of blood-freezing cream for him, it touched Ye Feng's heart immensely.
Originally, he had thought all the disciples were cold-blooded people.
Perhaps this bottle of cream meant nothing to them, but to Ye Feng at the moment, he needed it the most.
As the saying goes, dripping water is a blessing, it is hard to forget even when one's teeth have fallen out! (TLN: Means one small good must be remembered forever and returned)
Ye Feng was currently grateful and trying to remember who that person was. It's getting harder to remember. He could only remember the thin strands of scent that were attached around him.
"Why is this drug fragrant?" Ye Feng pondered.
Calming his heart and straightening his clothes, he carefully placed the bottle down. Ye Feng took back his broom and started his work.
Inside and outside all were swept, then at midnight, the task was considered complete. Ye Feng dragged his tired and hungry body back to his hut.
The morning battle wound had not been treated. Even when Ye Feng was starving, he could only endure. First take care of the injuries and then handle the hunger.
Taking off her clothes, she then brought a tub of water to wash her body. If someone was by his side and saw Ye Feng's body, they would scream in shock.
Ye Feng's body along with his ribs were all clearly visible. It was clear that his body did not have much meat and lacked nutrients. There were also bruises and scars soiling his body everywhere. There was practically no place that did not have any scars.
Every five days he was challenged, every time he lost, every time he fainted. When old wounds have not faded, new ones are added. Turning to others, they would not be able to tolerate this pain, but Ye Feng did. Not only did he put up with it, but he continued to sweep it every day, not allowing the injuries to affect him. (How persistent is this Ye Feng buddy?)
