Intimidation

"Hmph, I didn't expect Jiang Yun to be so scheming. But now that I've seen through it, when I encounter him, I'll just surrender. As long as I can win against others, I can still advance."

Chen Si sneered in his heart, then returned a mocking smile to Jiang Yun, implying that he had seen through Jiang Yun's intentions.

Was Jiang Yun really thinking like that?

Certainly not. Jiang Yun wasn't preoccupied with such thoughts, nor was it necessary. He just playfully smiled at Chen Si. Who knows what rich and diverse thoughts were going on in his inner world? A simple smile could lead to endless possibilities.

However, Chen Si didn't understand Jiang Yun. In his eyes, the impression left by Jiang Yun's solo confrontation against their Yan Yue Sect was deeply engraved. Jiang Yun's image in his eyes had been demonized. Therefore, he interpreted Jiang Yun's simple smile so profoundly.

If Jiang Yun knew what Chen Si was thinking, he would definitely find him quite an expert. Those experts love interpreting the writings and deeds of their predecessors.

After the ten members of Group A had gathered, the examiner stepped forward and said to Jiang Yun and the others, "Take a look at the numbers written on the back of your drawn cards. Who's number one?"

Jiang Yun picked up his card and indeed found a number on the back. His number was three. He also glimpsed Chen Si's number, which was five.

"I'm number one," a disciple from the Divine Dao Sect with thick eyebrows and big eyes said after checking his card.

"Then you go up first. Starting from number two, take turns battling each other. A win earns one point, a loss earns zero," the examiner said, pointing to the disciple from the Divine Dao Sect.

With the order announced, the group stage officially began.

The disciple with thick eyebrows and big eyes stood on the stage, visibly nervous. It wasn't until the second participant came up that he managed to calm down a bit after winning his first battle.

Surprisingly, the second participant was also from the Divine Dao Sect and familiar with the first participant. Their battle revealed their familiarity with each other's tactics. After ten minutes of combat, the first participant won, earning a point, while the second participant received zero.

After the second participant left the stage, it was Jiang Yun's turn. Without delay, he stepped onto the stage.

The first participant had gained some confidence from his victory against the second, but upon seeing Jiang Yun, his confidence shattered.

"You seem quite uncomfortable," Jiang Yun remarked, observing the trembling of the participant's feet.

"Ignore me. My foot is probably cramping," the first participant replied, trying to appear normal while gripping his legs tightly.

"Are you sure it's nothing?" Jiang Yun asked again.

"I've already said, it's just a leg cramp. I'm not scared."

"Why aren't you attacking then?"

"Ah!"

Finally losing his patience, the first participant let out a cry and charged at Jiang Yun. At this moment, his legs were no longer trembling.

Jiang Yun, who had been standing still since stepping onto the stage, greeted the rushing first participant with a faint smile. In a lightning-fast move, his right hand swept in a half-circle in the air, then swiftly broke through the whirlwind of the participant's legs.

"Ah!"

The first participant let out a miserable scream. Jiang Yun's right hand seemed to effortlessly pierce through the whirlwind, and a palm strike landed between the first participant's legs.

Fortunately, Jiang Yun hadn't used any inner energy, so despite hitting a sensitive area, it didn't cause any devastating effects. But even so, the first participant let out a wail of despair. After all, that was a critical region for a man, and any attack there would naturally lead to intense discomfort.

After the successful palm strike, the first participant fell to the ground, hunched over and clutching his lower region.

Due to his own actions, the first participant's predicament was partly his own fault. If he hadn't deliberately appeared weak at the start, Jiang Yun would have probably offered a more dignified way for him to concede. Yet, Jiang Yun's personality was just like that—he repaid like for like.

The first participant remained on the ground, refusing to stand up. The examiner approached and said, "If you don't get up, it means you're forfeiting this match."

The first participant didn't respond with words, just nodding continuously. The examiner jotted down a point for Jiang Yun, then squatted down and asked the first participant, "Do you still want to continue with the following matches? But from your appearance, it seems you can't carry on, can you?"

After a brief exchange with the first participant, the examiner announced to Group A, "First participant has forfeited the upcoming matches. Second participant, it's your turn."

As the second participant stepped forward from the crowd, some people helped the first participant up from the stage. Judging from the first participant's complexion, he looked extremely pale and distressed.

Considering all these factors, after Jiang Yun's turn, he came down from the stage feeling amused and exasperated. He hadn't expected his intention to merely teach the first participant a lesson would lead to such a powerful intimidating effect.