Chapter 1806 Bloody Hand Wei Ping

After Guan Dechun finished speaking, he beckoned to the side, "Wei Ping, it's your turn to appear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in his twenties walked over. From his attire, he was a student from the Middle Courtyard of Cangfeng Academy.

"Is this a Senior Brother from the Middle Courtyard? Is he in charge of assessing us?"

"My goodness, it's actually Blood Hand Wei Ping. Why am I so unlucky to have encountered him…"

"It's over. Wei Ping is in charge of assessing us. It seems we're in for it again today…"

Everyone present was discussing animatedly. Jiang Fangzhou's Face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with terror. "Ye Dage, we're in trouble today. I really didn't expect to meet this person on my last chance."

Ye Bufan was a little surprised, "What's wrong? Is this person very scary?"

"Of course, he's scary. He has a nickname in the Middle Courtyard called Blood Hand Wei Ping. Don't let his constant smiling fool you; he's always incredibly ruthless. He's presided over new student combat power tests before, and someone always gets injured every time he makes a Move."

Jiang Fangzhou shook his head as he spoke. "Why am I so unlucky? To actually encounter this evil star."

Ye Bufan asked, "Isn't this kind of assessment supposed to stop at the right moment? It's not a ring battle. Is it necessary to be so heavy-handed?"

"That's what they say, but when it comes to actual combat, it's inevitable that one can't control the intensity. The Academy usually turns a blind eye.

Moreover, this Wei Ping has formidable cultivation and some background. Most instructors will give him some Face. As long as no one dies, no one will say anything."

When Jiang Fangzhou said this, he leaned into Ye Bufan's ear and lowered his voice, "Ye Dage, you must be careful later. This guy is a pervert; he always enjoys bullying new students."

"Oh!"

Ye Bufan nodded, and at the same time, he caught a whiff of a conspiracy.

The previous instructor, Guan Dechun, had inexplicably shown hostility towards him, and now there was a participant, Wei Ping, as the examiner. He wouldn't believe there was no trickery involved even if you beat him to death.

Then, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. No matter who the mastermind behind all this was, since they wanted to play, he would play along.

At this moment, Wei Ping cheerfully walked to the center of the field and scanned the terrified students present, seemingly enjoying their reactions.

"Junior Brothers, my name is Wei Ping. I am in the Late Stage Nascent Soul. Today, I will be in charge of the practical assessment. Please guide me."

When he finished speaking, there was another uproar among the people present. Jiang Fangzhou's Face was full of bitterness: "Late Stage Nascent Soul! This guy's strength has improved again!"

Guan Dechun shouted from the side, "Alright, the practical assessment officially begins. Whoever's name I call will come forward, with a limit of ten Moves.

I don't expect you to defeat Wei Ping; just show your best performance.

First, Gao Feng, come forward."

The person called was a tall, thin young man, his expression betraying an uncontrollable nervousness. He steeled himself and walked to the center of the field, standing in front of Wei Ping.

Among these newly registered students, the highest cultivation was only at the Golden Core Stage. He was only at the Early Stage Golden Core, yet now he had to Face a Late Stage Nascent Soul expert. It was impossible not to be nervous.

Gao Feng stammered, "Brother Wei… Brother Wei, please show mercy."

"Martial Artists in action are always in real combat. There's no such thing as showing mercy or not. Make your Move!"

Wei Ping finished speaking, a sinister smile appearing on his Face. His gaze seemed to be looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Senior Brother, take this!"

Gao Feng gritted his teeth, finally took a deep breath, and forced himself to throw a punch directly at Wei Ping's Face.

Originally, the opponent's strength was superior, holding an overwhelming advantage, and this was an assessment, so he dared not hold back in the slightest. He immediately used his family's strongest Martial Skill.

This punch immediately brought forth a sharp whistling sound, powerful and full of might.

It was just a pity that the person standing opposite him was Wei Ping, a Late Stage Nascent Soul expert. The gap between the two was simply too great.

Seeing the opponent's fist getting closer, a sinister coldness appeared at the corner of Wei Ping's mouth. Then, he raised his hand and met the punch.

The two fists collided with a dull thud. Gao Feng immediately flew backward like a kite with a broken string, then fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his Face pale, and his right fist red and swollen.

"Junior Brother, you need to work harder. This is only the first Move."

Wei Ping beckoned to him, a faint smile on his Face, but the smile was full of mockery and disdain.

Seeing Gao Feng suffer such a big loss in the first round, the hearts of all the students present sank to the bottom.

Generally speaking, in sparring matches for strength tests like this, the older students primarily focus on defense, allowing the examinee to fully display their Martial Skills for the instructors to judge.

But this Wei Ping was not like that at all. He directly counterattacked head-on, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Although he didn't use his full strength, it was still not something they at their level could withstand.

Guan Dechun stood by, watching coldly, without any intention of intervening.

Gao Feng gritted his teeth and finally lunged forward again.

However, this battle was simply unbearable for him. He was sent flying again and again, like a ball being batted back and forth.

And Wei Ping seemed to be showing off his Martial Skills. Each Move was different; sometimes he used his fist, sometimes his palm, and sometimes he directly kicked.

In short, he fought extremely smoothly and enjoyably throughout the test, while Gao Feng was utterly miserable.

After finally enduring ten Moves, he was completely瘫软 to the ground, his clothes tattered, and his body covered in multiple injuries.

"Ten Moves are up. Stop!"

Guan Dechun, who had been like a wooden statue, finally spoke. "Combat ability is average; he always fails to seize opportunities.

However, his resistance to blows is acceptable. Assessment passed. You can report to the Outer Courtyard tomorrow."

"That's great! Thank you, Teacher!"

A look of ecstasy appeared on Gao Feng's swollen Face. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body and quickly bowed in thanks to Guan Dechun.

After expressing his profound gratitude, amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, he left happily, finally fulfilling his dream of entering Cangfeng Academy.

The other students, however, were not in such a good mood. Their spirits grew heavier and heavier. They had clearly seen how ruthless Wei Ping's Moves were just now and wondered if they could endure ten Moves.

"Next, Li Qiang."

At Guan Dechun's command, the second student reluctantly stepped forward.

As expected, Li Qiang's outcome was no better than Gao Feng's. He was sent flying by Wei Ping's palm as soon as he came up, followed by a storm of punches and kicks.

By the time he endured ten Moves, his Face was bruised and swollen, he had multiple injuries on his body, and he even spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The third student came forward. Due to having only Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, he was directly knocked unconscious by Wei Ping's slap, not only suffering severe injuries but also failing to pass this assessment.

As the assessment continued, the other students became increasingly apprehensive, and every person who stepped forward met a miserable end.