Rise of The Demon General-Chapter 201. No Contact Fight

When Li Niang announced the match would begin soon, the amphitheater erupted into cheers. When Xin Wuming stood and walked toward the stage, the place fell back to silence. Everyone was taken aback by the turn of events, including Gao Dou and Li Niang.

"Huh...? But... But I thought this is a match between the leader of the Nobles faction and the Vicious faction...?"

Everyone started asking the friends next to them. The place was bustling with murmurs before it crescendoed into the voice of protests and complaints.

"What is this?! I don’t come here to watch this match!"

"Didn’t you already lose last time? What are you doing? Get back and let Lin Mo fight!"

"This is bullshit...! I’m not wasting my time with this match!"

"QUIEETTTT...!!!"

Amon’s booming voice made the crowd pipe down.

"It is a match between the Nobles faction and the Vicious faction. No one ever said it was a match between their leaders. It’s your own fault for assuming. If you want to watch, then watch! If you don’t, then get the hell out of here...!!"

Silence returned, but it was only for two seconds. A more raucous uproar erupted from the spectators.

"How dare you talk to us like that?!"

"What the hell? I heard you are haughty, but you are more maddening than the rumor!"

"F*ck you! Do you not believe we come down there and smack you?"

"ENOUGHHH...!!!"

Another voice boomed. This time, everyone’s ear was ringing due to the voice. They were forced to sit back down and cover their ears.

It was Li Niang who uttered the voice. "The match is starting. If any of you wish to disturb the process, leave this place!"

Li Niang himself was also pissed. She was the principal. Her time was valuable. She had made time to witness this match because she thought Lin Mo was the one fighting. She was even willing to be a referee. How could she not be disappointed when she learned it was just a match between two insignificant students? Even though Gao Dou was from a famous clan, she never put any worth in that boy.

She wanted to leave right away, but that would be discourteous. As a principal, she could not afford to be viewed in that image. She had no choice but to stay.

She glanced at Amon with an annoyed gaze. Amon didn’t even look at her.

"Are the two of you ready?" She yelled. She tried her best to maintain her composure, but it was hard to mask her tone.

"I’m ready!" Xin Wuming stated.

"Tsk! This is a waste of time," Gao Dou said. "I will beat you up like the last time. Let’s get this over with!"

"Then fight already!" Li Niang exclaimed.

Gao Dou rushed over the moment the announcement was made. His vajra dagger appeared in his hand. It was crackling. Sparks of electricity were coursing through the weapon. He jumped when he got near Xin Wuming. His body spun in the air. The vajra followed his rotational move, leaving a radial streak of lightning.

The spin was a result of a martial art. Gao Dou’s body spun like a rapid-spinning top. Those who tried to block the attack would most likely get blown away by its centrifugal force.

If it was before, Xin Wuming would have forcefully clashed with Gao Dou while protected by his iron skin. He didn’t do so this time. He was not repeating his previous error. He stepped away when Gao Dou’s vajra came slashing.

Gao Dou wasn’t surprised by Xin Wuming’s move. Xin Wuming’s iron skin art had proven useless against his weapon. It would be a surprise if Xin Wuming didn’t dodge. He kicked the floor the instant he landed and dashed in Xin Wuming’s direction.

His vajra thrust forward at an incredible speed and penetrated Xin Wuming. That was what he thought at first. It turned out it was only Xin Wuming’s afterimage. He turned and saw Xin Wuming was already a few steps away.

"... New art?" He asked. "It won’t save you!"

Gao Dou charged at Xin Wuming again. He was also using movement art. His movement art gave him a burst of explosive speed in one direction. The spectators gasped when they saw him pierced through Xin Wuming’s body. But again, it turned out to be just an afterimage. Xin Wuming was again a few steps away.

Xin Wuming’s movement art, the Hundred Misleading Steps, created the illusion of the practitioner staying in place when the practitioner had actually moved away. This slowed the attacker’s response. Xin Wuming also combined it with practical footwork Amon taught him. This increased the effectiveness of the movement art even when Xin Wuming was still in the Beginning mastery.

Aside from that, Amon taught him the basics of reading the opponent’s intention by observing their movements. Amon sparred with him frequently during the week, forcing him to read Amon’s attacks. He was full of bruises due to Amon’s training. If not for his undying body, he wouldn’t be able to walk by now. Of course, Amon intentionally made his movements easy to read. If Amon fought as normal, Xin Wuming wouldn’t be able to predict Amon’s attacks at all.

Compared to Amon, Gao Dou’s movements were much easier to read. Xin Wuming had no problem reacting the instant Gao Dou initiated his attack. In this way, none of Gao Dou’s attacks touched Xin Wuming.

After tens of assaults, Gao Dou lost his patience. "Stay still, you bastard...!" He shouted as he slapped his palm onto the floor.

The stone floor burst following the slap. The floor rocked as if a wave headed in Xin Wuming’s direction. However, the rocking floor went in a linear line. It didn’t cover a wide area. Hence, it still failed to hit Xin Wuming. He jumped several steps away from the area affected by the arcane art. He stopped and waited for Gao Dou to make his next move.

"Coward! Are you going to just keep dodging?" Gao Dou taunted as he charged at Xin Wuming again.

That was exactly what Xin Wuming was doing. All he did was dodge. He never attacked even once, not even when a good opportunity arose.

Half an hour passed with the battle like this. There was no contact. At this time, Gao Dou found his breath became shorter. His heart was beating faster. His body felt heavy. He was getting tired.

’What? How...?’ Gao Dou thought in consternation.