mijobooks Chapter 104 Question 1: What is the name of my formation?
Chapter 104 Question 1: What is the name of my formation?
Chapter 104: May I ask what my formation is called?
In the beginning, only one or two female senior students from Yuncheng No.1 High School spoke up for Bai Hui in this chaotic situation.
After all, only students from Yuncheng No. 1 High School could have the opportunity to meet Bai Hui.
In a school with ten students, the male-to-female ratio varies. Among the second-year students from Yuncheng No.1 Middle School participating in this competition, there are only four girls.
Only one of them had met Bai Hui once before, having seen Bai Hui fight in the audience during the midterm exams.
The other person was this senior's best friend, who had never met Bai Hui and was just speaking up for her.
This wasn't a big deal originally, but Bai Hui secretly spread rumors and fanned the flames.
What could have been explained in a sentence or two was escalated into a small-scale conflict between men and women by Bai Hui's few words.
Martial arts practitioners are straightforward, and they originally intended to use this league match as an opportunity to have a match with others.
It wouldn't be surprising if they started fighting over a disagreement.
Once a fight breaks out, what was originally just a tacit agreement without any explicit rules gradually devolves into chaos. Others may not understand why, but seeing that others are breaking the rules and starting to fight, they can't just stand by and do nothing.
So they all joined the battle, fighting their own battles.
This is how Bai Hui finally found an opportunity to test the martial arts skills he had just secretly learned.
You can't just watch martial arts; you have to actually practice them.
By the way.
Compared to the nearly 50% elimination rate in the first-year high school area, it seems like no one in the second-year high school area was eliminated. Not only did everyone have a room bag, but all the students from Yuncheng No.1 High School, Jinglan High School, and Jiwu High School were present.
Judging from their school uniforms, there were about seven or eight students from other schools present. Only a small number were not there, but the faint sound of whistling wind could be heard from various directions in the distance, as if someone was rushing over at high speed.
The perspective shifts to Bai Hui.
He had two senior students who were still somewhat excited, but after hearing Bai Hui's self-introduction, one of them immediately stopped, raised his hand and waved the "Suppressive Distant Mist" in his hand, forcing the holder of the "Three Thousand Sumeru" next to him to retreat.
Slightly surprised and uncertain, he asked, "You—you registered for the wrong school? Is it our Jinglan High School?"
"The 'Sui Xin Sha Yi Bing' is a martial art that can only be mastered in the third year of high school. The second-year high school students present here are all top students in their respective schools, so it is not a big deal for them to study it in advance."
"Each school has its own unique military formation," which is almost common knowledge to them.
The folding fan that Bai Hui conjured up clearly caused the senior from Jinglan High School to misunderstand something.
But the senior student was certain he had never met Bai Hui and was quite certain that Bai Hui was not among the ten students from their school participating in the competition.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Did Jinglan High School teach you to announce your family name?" Bai Hui said coldly.
He had just observed them carefully, and these second-year high school students, in terms of mental strength alone, were not much different from Bai Hui, and some were even inferior to Bai Hui!
After all, not everyone has such good conditions as Bai Hui.
"you!"
Just as the senior from Jinglan High School had calmed down a little, his anger surged up again.
Bai Hui ignored him and waved his folding fan, sending out a burst of energy with a faint sharpness. Although he had learned by observing and secretly creating the "Soldier Form: Solemn and Distant Mist," it seemed to be merely a shell. Bai Hui could clearly sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
That's why I thought of taking this opportunity to have a match to prove myself.
Real-world practice is always the fastest way to improve. You'll know what problems you have after one match, and if that's not enough, just play a few more!
Otherwise, he would have to try using [Extreme Color]—but given the situation in Huimin Community, Bai Hui obviously couldn't use it here—
And sure enough, it happened.
The fan-shaped burst of energy that Bai Hui unleashed was easily shattered by the senior from Jinglan High School.
At this moment, the senior from Jiwu High School who had just been forced back by the sneak attack also rejoined the battle, wielding the "Three Thousand Sumeru".
He swung his long, black and red staff and brought it down on Bai Hui's head!
Bai Hui raised his fan to block, and the fan and staff clashed. A crisp sound rang out, and Bai Hui's "Soaring Mist" was revealed.
The fan surface and ribs shattered inch by inch!
Fortunately, Bai Hui had anticipated this, and repeatedly leaped sideways, creating afterimages to deceive the eye while quietly retreating.
The tongue of the gossip throbbed in his mouth, and Bai Hui used the strange logic of the long tongue. The fur on many parts of his body stood on end and his skin tightened. This was the strange logic of the long-tongued parrot, used to spy on the secret parts of others in hidden corners. Bai Hui used it flexibly, and to a certain extent, he could predict and warn, making the parts of his body that were about to be attacked react!
These reactions all originated from Bai Hui's normal blind spots!
Of course, these attacks couldn't have come from the two senior students from other schools in front of them, but given the chaotic situation at the moment, accidental injuries were inevitable.
Fortunately, Bai Hui was able to dodge.
His mind raced as he pondered the feeling he had when the chilling, distant mist shattered.
Seeing Bai Hui retreat, the senior from Jiwu High School swung his stick and turned to fight the senior from Jinglan High School, taunting, "Haha! It seems that the people from Jinglan High School are not so good! This 'Solemn Far-Reaching Mist' is a mess, and they can't even withstand one blow from me!"
"The chilling distance is indeed inferior to our school's 'Three Thousand Sumeru'!" Hahaha!
Jinglan High School senior retaliated by brandishing her fan, and even had time to glare at Bai Hui angrily: "It's all your fault! You've embarrassed me! Which class are you in?! I'm definitely going to tell your teacher when I get back!"
Bai Hui: "?"
He didn't answer, but after thinking for a while, he clenched his hands and stretched them out, and a "Three Thousand Sumeru" was created on the spot. This "Willful Weapon" consumes a lot of mental energy!
Jinglan High School senior: "???"
"You dare to get distracted while fighting me? I bet you—Holy crap?! Which school are you from?!"
The senior from Jiwu High School, as was his habit, wanted to mock him again, but he caught a glimpse of Bai Hui rushing towards him with a stick out of the corner of his eye, and he was stunned.
How can a student use two different formations?!
"I've already told you I'm from Yuncheng No. 1 High School, don't you understand?"
Bai Hui rejoined the battle, intending to put his newly learned "Wind and Cloud Staff Technique" to the test, but the result was no different from before; his weapon's strength was too low, shattering at the slightest touch.
Fortunately, Bai Hui had roughly figured out the reason. His eyes darted around wildly as he frantically observed the senior students fighting.
"I see."
Bai Hui murmured, "The basic martial arts of each school have certain differences. Tai Chi, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan—and even Baduanjin—these basic martial arts have been slightly modified. People use these martial arts to enter the martial arts path, practice for a long time, and eventually combine them with the 'Sui Xin Sha Yi Bing'—is that right?"
Because the differences in basic martial arts skills were so small and subtle, almost imperceptible, and given that the senior students' techniques weren't exactly perfect to begin with, Bai Hui inadvertently overlooked them.
Simply put, if the soldiers in each school do not start practicing the martial arts taught by their own teachers from the first year of high school, then even if they condense the soldiers' formations, they will only have the form and no strength whatsoever!
Having realized this, Bai Hui took a deep breath—
"You're talking nonsense—"
The senior from Jiwu High School didn't understand and was about to say something.
Then, Bai Hui conjured up a half-finger glove-shaped soldier from Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School in his hand.
Then, with the force of catching a blade barehanded, he directly grasped the "Three Thousand Sumerus" in the other's hand, then gathered his strength in his foot and kicked out fiercely!
The senior from Jiwu High School was kicked, his military stance slipped from his grasp, his face flushed red, and he staggered backward.
His "Three Thousand Sumerus" was forcibly taken away by Bai Hui!
However, Bai Hui's third condensed military formation did not collapse like the previous two.
Even the three thousand Sumerus, though clearly trembling and trying to retreat, could not resist Bai Hui's power and were firmly grasped in his hand!
"Damn it, give me back my three thousand Sumerus!"
Unlike the stunned senior students at Jinglan High School, the senior students at Jiwu High School were already furious.
"Don't rush, senior, what's wrong with me just playing around? -- By the way, could you tell me what the name of this formation at our school is?"
Despite saying this, Bai Hui didn't stop moving. He snatched the staff-shaped weapon from his hand and was about to deliver a blow to the head of the angry senior from another school!
Jinglan, the senior high school student, snapped out of his daze and hurriedly unleashed a powerful attack with his fan, heading straight for Bai Hui.
Bai Hui suddenly looked up, his tiny red tongue swiftly sweeping upwards, licking the protective barrier to pieces while simultaneously seizing a small portion of the entrance—
Condensing troops three times is quite taxing, but it's good to recover some health along the way.
"There are even demonic artifacts?! Damn it! How can the people from Yuncheng No. 1 High School be so ruthless?!"
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