Gate of God

Chapter 72: This was possible?

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

If it was said that Fang Zhengzhi using his understanding of the Law of Dao to achieve roll head in the theory examination was something that people were completely unable to believe.

Then…

Faced with Meng Yushu who had accessed Dao, under the pressure of true power, yet still being able to win without using any weapons, that was simply something that downright couldn’t exist.

Naturally, it was impossible for Meng Yushu to believe this.

But, Fang Zhengzhi’s expression indeed caused him some unease. Because, that expression was too calm, and most importantly, a deep sense of disdain and contempt was clearly evident in Fang Zhengzhi’s eyes.

Stealthily shooting a glance at Yan Xiu, Meng Yushu saw that Yan Xiu’s expression didn’t change much.

Then, he moved.

He decided to use the most direct method to resolve this battle of large disparity in strengths.

"Die!"

With an icy glint, Meng Yushu leapt up.

Then, the stage felt as if it had been splattered with a wave of raindrops. Or perhaps a better way of saying was that it was really raindrops. Because, within the lush white glow, one by one raindrops were rapidly falling from the skies.

In an instant, those raindrops were falling towards Fang Zhengzhi.

"So powerful!"

"Dao Seal summoning rain, and the sword following the fall of the rain!"

Most of the examinees didn’t access Dao, and naturally were filled with admiration.

Dao Seal, that was something that interpreted the existence of All Creations, and what Meng Yushu used now was the Rainfall Dao Seal. Tracing the Rainfall Dao Seal and integrating sword techniques within the Rainfall Dao Seal.

Under this situation, the sword could attack like the raindrops.

At the judging panel, a slight smile appeared on the county head’s face, evidently very approving of Meng Yushu’s abilities.

"Plop plop plop…"

As the raindrops fell on the stage, fine thin cuts appeared on the red carpet that adorned the stage, looking as if it had been poured over by the rain of the spring.

On the other hand, Meng Yushu gently landed on the ground.

But…

Fang Zhengzhi had disappeared.

This caused Meng Yushu to feel extremely shocked.

He had clearly seen Fang Zhengzhi standing at his original location just now, furthermore, he simply couldn’t avoid this technique. But… very mysteriously, when his sword rain landed, it seemed to not have contacted any objects.

"How slow!"

A voice lightly sounded out from behind Meng Yushu.

Meng Yushu was completely taken aback. Looking behind, he realised that Fang Zhengzhi was still standing at his original location, and below his feet, were the scars that he had just created with his sword rain.

"How is this possible?"

Meng Yushu couldn’t accept this at all. He simply couldn’t understand how Fang Zhengzhi avoided his attack, and yet returned back to his original location.

Not only him, even the examinees under the stage were absolutely confused.

Meng Yushu leaping up, then causing visions of raindrop to appear in mid-air, then landing from the air, everything was perfect.

Yet, Fang Zhengzhi stood at his original location all along.

But when they blinked and looked again, they realised that there strangely weren’t any scars at all on Fang Zhengzhi’s body, as if Meng Yushu had ghosted through him.

In the entire venue, other that the shock of the crowd, there were two other people whose expression were rather abnormal. One was Imperial Messenger Qin, the other was Yan Xiu. At this moment, a faint glint flashed in both their eyes.

As if they had seen something extremely incredible.

"Fang Zhengzhi? Ha ha… this is indeed a battle of vastly differing strengths!" Imperial Messenger Qin mumbled softly, his eyes seeming as if he was deep in thought.

On the other hand, Yan Xiu lightly gripped the Golden Bone Silver Thread Fan on his hands and then, one word came from his mouth.

"Friend!"

On the stage, Fang Zhengzhi quietly stood at his original spot, staring at Meng Yushu whose face was filled with shock.

"Using rainfall as a seal, then integrating sword techniques within, not too shabby…" Fang Zhengzhi thought for a while, then, nodded as if he realised something.

But, when his voice entered Meng Yushu’s ears, it was nothing but shame.

A person who didn’t even access Dao calling him not too shabby, if this was not shameful, what was?

"You actually mocked me as slow!"

Meng Yushu’s expression turned cold. Pushing off the ground lightly with his feet, his body quickly changed into a few strange postures. A faint ray of green light flashed in mid-air, and the image of falling leaves flashed then subsided.

"Another Dao Seal!"

"This time, it should be the falling leaves!"

The attention of the examinees was once again absorbed by Meng Yushu. After all, even though Fang Zhengzhi avoided Meng Yushu’s attack just now, he seemed to have not moved at all.

Most importantly…

There were never any rays of light that radiated from Fang Zhengzhi’s body.

Just like an extremely average person.

"Woosh!" Meng Yushu moved again. But this time, his body blurred and his movement tracks became extremely drifty.

It felt just like a piece of leaf dancing in a strong gale.

"This time, he integrated the Dao Seal into his body movements!" An acute examinee quickly saw through it. Meng Yushu was using his body movements to mimic the dancing of falling leaves.

Fang Zhengzhi looked at the drifting Meng Yushu beside him.

Suddenly, he felt that it was getting too boring. He actually wished to see whether Meng Yushu would have any new moves, but in reality, he was disappointed. Extremely disappointed.

There was nothing too new and interesting about Meng Yushu’s moves.

"Sigh…"

Fang Zhengzhi sighed lightly.

Then, clenching his hand into a fist, he calmly lowered himself into a small horse stance, as if he was trying to practice some sort of kungfu on the stage.

Very slowly, Fang Zhengzhi unhurriedly punched out with his left fist.

The two people on the stage seemed rather strange at this moment. Because, their actions seemed completely unrelated to that of the another.

Meng Yushu was employing his body movements to prepare to attack Fang Zhengzhi.

On the other hand, Fang Zhengzhi stood alone on the stage in a horse stance, then, slowly pushed out with his left fist.

"What is he doing?"

"Practising kungfu? Or punching the air?"

"What a joke, he thinks that by punching the air, he can win? Don’t tell me Meng Yushu will still decide to bang onto his fist?"

When the examinees saw Fang Zhengzhi’s movements, they all began to ridicule.

Nobody knew what Fang Zhengzhi was doing. Because, Fang Zhengzhi’s movements were too slow, so slow that even if people didn’t want to avoid this attack, it would still be rather impossible.

Yet…

Just as the crowd felt that Fang Zhengzhi’s actions were too ridiculous.

Meng Yushu suddenly slipped, then, Meng Yushu, initially drifting indefinitely on the stage, fell head over heels and his head slammed towards Fang Zhengzhi’s fist.

"Bang!"

A dull thud, then Meng Yushu’s face was heavily punched by a fist.

Everybody was instantly stunned.

How is this possible?

During their confusion, an even stranger scene appeared. Because, after Fang Zhengzhi’s fist contacted Meng Yushu’s face, Meng Yushu’s body traced a beautiful arc in the air like a shooting star.

With a "boom!", he fell outside the stage.

Below the stage, the examinees looked at the unconscious Meng Yushu and were instantly stunned...