Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

At the same time, Master Kong Wen did not look back and said to Chen Jie, ”Mr. Chen, this is already your second move!”

At this moment, a confident smile appeared on Chen Jie’s face as he said, ”The Master speaks truly!”

”Then you only have one move left.”

”One move is enough!”

Chen Jie was very confident, his confidence brought about Master Kong Wen’s lack of confidence, as Master Kong Wen knitted his brows and said, ”You’ve not even hurt a single hair of mine; do you think your final strike can defeat me?”

At this point, Chen Jie slowly stood up and said, ”Jiquan acupoint!”

Hmm!

Just three simple words caused Master Kong Wen’s face to change drastically. He slowly turned his head and stared at Chen Jie in a daze.

Chen Jie didn’t speak, but stared back at him.

At this moment their actions were quite discreet, not many people saw clearly the movements of the two, nor understood what they were saying. They just knew that Chen Jie had already struck twice, even though using the Qiankun Great Method had circumvented Master Kong Wen’s Golden Bell defense.

However, it was utterly impossible to break Master Kong Wen’s Vajra Body; now, it seemed to everyone that there was no chance of victory for Chen Jie—it was like a moth trying to shake a towering tree.

This was the thought of everyone, as they couldn’t help but gather together to discuss in whispers.

At Wudang, Song Yuanqiao had a face like water, reflecting the absence of any possibility of victory. Chen Jiusi was indeed very strong, even exceptionally strong among his peers, but what use was it?

No use, not in the least. He is not facing a strong opponent of the same age, but a monk who has been meditating on the Golden Bell Shield Technique for fifty years.

Starting training in the Golden Bell Shield from the age of four or five, one can achieve such accomplishment; why should Chen Jiusi be able to break it in just a few moves? It is simply unrealistic!

Thinking like this, Zhang CuiShan’s face darkened as he said, ”Young Hero Chen is bound to lose; three moves in total, the first two to Master Kong Wen were like a moth trying to shake a tree; the third is unlikely to fare any better. Young Hero Chen is set to lose this match.”

Yin Liting sighed softly, ”Young Hero Chen is still somewhat reckless as a youth. He shouldn’t have refused Emei’s goodwill. If he held the Jade Maiden Sword in his hand, perhaps he’d have a chance of victory.”

”Brother Liu, I disagree with your view. I think Brother Chen did the right thing; a true man knows what to do and what not to. Winning this match with a sharp sword would be at the cost of character. Still, even if Young Hero Chen loses, he’s still a man!”

Mo Shenggu was still impulsive. Seeing his expression, Yin Liting smiled and chose not to correct his viewpoint. Besides, he actually agreed with Mo Shenggu!

Though each had their own words, the core sentiment remained unchanged: Chen Jiusi had no chance of winning; this match was undoubtedly lost.

As they thought over this, on another side of the Emei Sect, Ji Xiaohong clenched his fists, worry etched for his benefactor.

Master Jue Mie was equally serious; Chen Jie’s two strikes hadn’t even grazed Master Kong Wen. Even if Chen Jie’s next strike’s force were doubled, as long as it didn’t exceed the critical point of the Melt God Realm, he couldn’t possibly harm Kong Wen.

So this match could be basically predicted as a certain loss for Chen Jiusi.

Master Jue Mie glanced at the sword in her hand, unable to suppress the shake of her head. Chen Jiusi was too proud; had he not been so determined earlier and grabbed her Jade Maiden Sword, with its unparalleled sharpness, perhaps he could have broken Kong Wen’s golden body.

Now Chen Jiusi has no chance of victory, not even a trace.

Thinking of this, Master Jue Mie sighed softly, but in her heart, she held Chen Jie in higher regard. He would rather lose than drag Emei into trouble—this alone is worthy of being called a Young Hero!

”Hehehe... this Chen Jiusi, reckless as ever, has already made two moves, let’s see what he’ll do next...”

Emei Sect’s Elder Hua saw Chen Jie’s two strikes fail to hurt Master Kong Wen even an inch, and immediately broke into laughter, a look of schadenfreude covering his face.

”Cough... cough...”

Having heard Elder Shu’s words, the seriously injured Chang Xuzi let out a cough, his face full of gravity as he said, ”Third Brother, cough, cough, you’re narrow-minded!”

Elder Shu looked puzzled at Chang Xuzi and said, ”Sect Leader Brother, what do you mean by this?”

Chang Xuzi said, ”Cough... cough... Chen Jiusi may have lost the duel to Master Kong Wen this time, but he earned the good will of the righteous sects—this good will is the most important thing. As for this match, it’s actually dispensable because what they wagered was the future of the Demon Sect, not Chen Jiusi’s future.”

”Chen Jiusi sacrifices the future of the Demon Sect, sustaining no personal harm, yet gains fame across the realm; in fact, he is the real victor. You all misunderstand, focusing only on the duel itself—utterly foolish, utterly foolish!”

Having heard this, Elder Shu’s eyes widened as he exclaimed, ”So, there are such intricate twists in this matter?”

Chang Xuzi laughed gently and said, ”You don’t understand, this is the way of the world. True strength never pursues the gain or loss of one city or land. To earn a reputation across the realm, what’s one duel worth? You only see the small benefits before you, but overlook the huge profit behind it!”

Chang Xuzi, worthy of being a Sect Leader, has a different outlook and starting point. To him, what Chen Jiusi did was a win-win business deal.

Regardless of victory or defeat in terms of fame, he profited. As for the cost of losing, what loss is there? With his relationships with Master Jue Mie, Wudang, and even now with Master Kong Wen, they would never take his life. Ultimately, it was only the failure to save Little Ming King; this was a cost borne by the Demon Sect!