Game Lord's Cultivation System

With Di Tianluo vouching for his nephew, Di Qiaowei's ability, the crowd turned silent. Though they might have been still communicating with each other in mental transmission.

"Jing is so powerful. Not even a cultivator that comprehended sword intent could deal any damage to him." Yang Liqin praised from the sideline. She was filled with joy and confidence that Jiang Ming would win the duel without a doubt.

At the same time, she was excited to see Jiang Ming really rising up to prominence compared to his past.

Meanwhile, Huo Minyong was in disbelief when he witnessed Jiang Ming easily nullifying the sword field of Di Qiaowei.

"F-Fellow cultivator Yiqin, just what cultivation level is your fellow cultivator Jing?" He asked stutteringly. It was just now that he realized that he was unable to perceive Jiang Ming's cultivation base and aura.

"That- you don't need to know. Just know that Jing would definitely win on your behalf, so make sure to save 2 quotas for us when the time comes." Yang Liqin said softly.

She wouldn't be naive enough to disclose any information regarding her or Jiang Ming to anyone else. It was just that when she was alone with Jiang Ming, then she would act like the side character to give him the decision-making.

She didn't need any spotlight as long as Jiang Ming was with her.

Huo Minyong could only smile bitterly when he got a generic response. Though he wasn't surprised by the response since it was clear to him that they wished to conceal their identity.

He stopped bothering Yang Liqin and turned to focus his attention back on the duel.

Currently, Di Qiaowei had a face filled with shock as he felt a tremendous pressure placed upon him. It was getting difficult to even breathe when Jiang Ming revealed his one finger.

'What the hell is happening to me? Why is my sword intent trembling in fear?' Di Qiaowei wondered silently, looking at the unfathomable demeanor of Jiang Ming.

"You seemed to be in a lot of confusion, Di Qiaowei." Jiang Ming calmly said.

"Let me clarify things for your insignificant brain cells so that you can understand."

"How dare you insult my intelligence." Before Jiang Ming could even continue on, Di Qiaowei roared and propelled himself toward Jiang Ming.

With his swords raised up high, Di Qiaowei hoped to pierce Jiang Ming's heart with one strike.

A strong energy fluctuation emitted from his sword as Di Qiaowei shouted, "Go to hell, Jing."

BAM!

Dust started accumulating around them when they clashed together, causing the crowd to be unable to see what had occurred.

"D-Did fellow cultivator Jing get defeated?" Huo Minyong muttered in disbelief. The last thing his eyes saw was Di Qiaowei rapidly approaching his sword at Jiang Ming's heart.

"Elder Huo Minyong, you are really an impatient person considering your age. Do you think my Jing would be someone easily defeated?" Yang Liqin suddenly said, exuding a cold aura.

Huo Minyong swallowed a mouthful of his saliva nervously when he heard the cold tone of Yang Liqin. It was chilling enough for him to realize that he would be killed if he underestimated Jiang Ming again.

"A-Apologies, fellow cultivator Jing. I made a mistake in my wordings…" He gently apologized for his blunder.

Yang Liqin nodded her head. "That's great then. Jing wouldn't dare to jump in if he didn't have confidence in winning. Besides, he's much stronger than you can possibly think of."

After saying that, she smiled lightly beneath the mask since her spiritual perception was able to see Jiang Ming remained unscathed despite the dust covering everyone else's vision.

'Ahh, Jiang Ming… you have truly shocked me again and again with your ability. Just when did you manage to comprehend sword force?' She wondered silently.

By the time the dust scattered away, the expectations that the crowd had was nullified. They thought that Di Qiaowei had managed to strike Jiang Ming, but little did they know, the person who fainted down with blood splattering everywhere was none other than Di Qiaowei.

"What the-"

"How did Di Qiaowei get struck instead?"

"Just what had happened when the dust covered our vision?"

The crowd was in disbelief as they watched the arrogant Di Qiaowei laying on the ground with a lifeless expression.

"Qiaowei!" Di Tianluo screamed in panic as he hurriedly rushed toward him to check on his condition. He placed his finger on his palm and was dumbfounded.

"M-Meridians shattered completely… Di Qiaowei became a crippled." Di Tianluo muttered in disbelief. Within a few seconds, he turned around and glared at Jiang Ming.

"How dare you cripple an heir of our Di Clan. Do you know the consequences?" He shouted with his spiritual qi enhanced, causing some other youth to have their ears ruptured in the process.

Di Qiaowei was their pride and the next heir to become the leader of the Di Clan. Yet he was crippled before he could even make a name for himself.

How was he supposed to keep calm and care about the consequences?

Di Tianluo stood up and exuded a dreadful killing intent at Jiang Ming. "Since you dared to cripple my nephew, then prepare to be cripple as well."

Despite the killing intent directed at him, Jiang Ming remained nonchalant as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Your nephew's sword intent is garbage, so it's a given that he lost. It was his naivety that had done him in for trying to fight against someone more powerful than him." Jiang Ming said.

"Damn you!" Di Tianluo roared as he prepared to attack Jiang Ming.

However, he didn't get a chance to do so when Jiang Ming raised his hand up.

"Though I do admit my fault for crippling him accidentally. This was a duel and not some life-and-death match. Hence, I do feel some guilt for causing him this injury." Jiang Ming said calmly, sounding like some profound expert.

"What are you trying to pull now, Jing?"

"It was my fault that his meridians are broken, so I shall fix it as an apology for going overboard with my strength."