Lv Chongyang watched the scene playing out before him and sighed, "Under such despair, yet he hasn’t completely deformed, stopping at the very last moment."
"In a certain sense," Zhao Shouyi judged, "Qian Wangsun is a genius just like Zuo Dao, it’s just that their types are different."
Zhou Shan also became sentimental, "His body is incomplete, his Primordial Spirit power training is inefficient, and it’s difficult to continue cultivating his Spirit Diagram. In such a mental state, he naturally doesn’t dare to read the Taoist scriptures. He virtually has no means to continue elevating his cultivation level, falling behind his classmates by a month.
Therefore, he spends all his time on the simple technique of Qi to Arrow, constantly refining his control over the Primordial Spirit power.
Or rather, his current physical condition itself requires him to constantly exert Primordial Spirit power, to control the Primordial Spirit power..."
In less than a month’s time, Qian Wangsun’s control over the Primordial Spirit power became finer and more intricate, with each attempt.
He refined the power of the Primordial Spirit to a degree that was difficult for ordinary cultivators to discern.
He manipulated the power of the Primordial Spirit in extremely subtle ways, combining it with the air to form an almost imperceptible, extremely small yet highly penetrative invisible arrow mist.
And when such arrows of Qi swarmed in, they presented Zhou Bai with the vision of a black surge before his eyes.
Zhao Shouyi said, "Unfortunately, his cultivation time was still too short, and his body is a serious burden; otherwise, he could be stronger."
...
"His despair turned his Primordial Spirit power black," Tina said thoughtfully, "But hope, effort, and perseverance, combined with possibly fifteen or sixteen hours of uninterrupted practice daily... allowed him to reach a miraculous level of mastery with the elementary technique of Qi to Arrow in just under a month."
"Is that so," Zhou Bai smiled, "Then I’m relieved. As long as it’s not a deformation..."
The black arrows of Qi pelted Zhou Bai’s body, but Zhou Bai, who had by now laid down, had his defensive power greatly enhanced and was protected by a high level of Primordial Spirit power, easily blocking the barrage of Qi arrows.
...
Zhou Shan shook his head, "Unfortunately, Qian Wangsun’s Primordial Spirit power is still too weak compared to the other students; once his move is blocked, he loses."
Lv Chongyang said, "Zhou Bai was on his guard, using all his Primordial Spirit power to set up a defense; it seems that Qian Wangsun couldn’t make a breakthrough."
The rest of the students couldn’t discern the numerous techniques executed on the stage; they just felt that Qian Wangsun was full of fighting spirit, and they applauded him.
...
All of a sudden, Zhou Bai’s body surged forward, breaking through the tide of Qi arrows, and with a burst, he reached Qian Wangsun’s side.
Zhou Bai said, "Now I’ve laid down just like you, let’s continue."
Hearing Zhou Bai’s words, Qian Wangsun’s face flushed, "Are you mocking me... I don’t need your charity..."
But in the next moment, as he saw the earnest look in Zhou Bai’s eyes, Qian Wangsun’s spirit was slightly shaken.
From Zhou Bai’s eyes, Qian Wangsun saw an immense desire for victory, a sincere and solemn attitude.
"He wants to defeat me, he earnestly, sincerely wants to beat me."
"Is it because my strength is sufficient to be taken seriously by him?"
In that instant, during the simple exchange of gazes, in the collision of Primordial Spirit power, Qian Wangsun felt that he understood Zhou Bai’s fighting spirit.
In the other’s eyes, he was not a cripple, but an opponent that required full effort to defeat.
Although he didn’t know that Zhou Bai’s way of putting up full effort was to lie down to fight.
But he could feel that the other person was fighting him with 100% seriousness.
Qian Wangsun started to smile. With a thought, his body rolled backward, and at the same time, the black tide surged again toward Zhou Bai on the ground.
Zhou Bai looked at the incoming arrows of Qi, calmly assessing the situation in his mind.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Amidst the buzzing of Qi arrows cutting through the air, Zhou Bai once again broke through the black tide while lying down, relentlessly pursuing Qian Wangsun.
Pink Sword Qi burst forth from his mouth and aimed straight for the opponent’s chest.
Black Qi arrows and pink Sword Qi intertwined, Zhou Bai seized the opportunity and leaped up fiercely, landing in front of Qian Wangsun. With a palm strike, he sent the force of his Primordial Spirit through the air, targeting the opponent’s head.
At the same time, countless black arrows abruptly emerged behind Zhou Bai. These were Qi arrows that Qian Wangsun had deliberately concealed; they now suddenly appeared and shot towards Zhou Bai’s spine.
Boom!
Over two hundred points of Primordial Spirit force finally hit Qian Wangsun solidly, blasting him away completely.
Under the enhancement of Sumeru - Immovable, Zhou Bai stood in place, unmoving, as his injuries rapidly healed, turning him back into a healthy Zhou Bai in the blink of an eye.
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The outcome had been decided.
Although Qian Wangsun had given it his all and reached his own limits, various reasons still left him with an absolute gap in strength compared to Zhou Bai—such was reality.
’Qian Wangsun is very strong. If I didn’t have the auxiliary cultivation system and Christina’s help, my cultivation level probably wouldn’t match his.’
’But him, having lost his limbs, is indeed no longer suitable for cultivation, let alone competing for the top position in this competition...’
Zhou Bai looked down at the arena, where medical staff was helping Qian Wangsun up for examination. Their gazes met once again, and the fighting spirit in Qian Wangsun’s eyes was gradually extinguishing.
He looked at Zhou Bai, opened his mouth, and finally said with a smile, "Thanks, I have no regrets about this battle."
All the teachers and students stood up and applauded in silence, while the audience erupted into thunderous applause, seemingly moved by the incredible fight.
However, only a few teachers could see the extent of Qian Wangsun’s prowess; most people simply admired the disabled person’s perseverance.
...
Liu Xian’s brow furrowed: ’Lucky guy, he actually drew the weakest of us and snuck into the top four.’
"Qian Wangsun really went all out, but his physical body and Primordial Spirit are not in harmony. His Primordial Spirit power has hardly increased in a month, and compared to us, it’s like being a month behind," Xia Li sighed silently in her heart. "As much as I don’t want to think this way, Zhou Bai’s luck is truly good. If I had drawn Qian Wangsun, I probably could have made it into the top four as well."
"A bunch of blind people," Zuo Dao’s eyes turned towards Zhou Bai. "His Primordial Spirit power is indeed not bad, but to be the last in the theory exam, what a waste of my notes."
...
Zhou Bai looked towards Qian Wangsun, whispering in his mind: "Tina, what if the auxiliary cultivation system were given to Zuo Dao, or to Qian Wangsun, would the result have been better?"
"You might as well give it to me!" Christina huffed. "I’ve been helping you for so long, and the first person you think of is someone else?"
Zhou Bai: "I was just asking."
"You can’t even give it away, so what’s the point of all this talk! Focus on your cultivation and win the championship. Only by controlling the auxiliary cultivation system can we have the possibility to change this world!"
"Yes, I must seize every opportunity, every second, to keep getting stronger and not waste the auxiliary system," Zhou Bai’s gaze seemed to intensify. "I must win this session’s first place."
"That’s right!" Tina exclaimed, "Who’s next? Beat him to death!"
"Mm, beat him to death."
Zhou Bai turned his head abruptly, glaring at Liu Xian who was not far off, his next opponent.
Liu Xian seemed to feel Zhou Bai’s gaze and turned around, a cold smile emerging upon sensing Zhou Bai’s fighting intention.
Thus, the top four of the practical exams were settled, with the next round being Zuo Dao against Kong Zheng and Liu Xian against Zhou Bai.
Qian Wangsun was taken to the resting area, where Jing Xiu, Xia Li, and Du Bing rushed to comfort him.
But Qian Wangsun himself knew he didn’t need any consolation.
Because he was very clear that his future had already been determined, and though he was unwilling, he had gradually come to accept it.
Humans are always forgetful, and it is this forgetfulness that allows them to forget the pain, despair, and suffering, and to continue living. But at the same time, it also makes them forget some people, some things.
Today, everyone was amazed by his perseverance and talent, touched by his fight.
But next year, the year after, by the time of graduation, the gap between them and Qian Wangsun would grow so large that even if he exerted all his strength and risked his life, he wouldn’t be able to catch up.
Afterward, he, Qian Wangsun, would gradually be forgotten, maybe becoming a school janitor, or a common soldier.
Years later, who would remember that there was once a disabled genius in this session named Qian Wangsun?