The three special squad members bled a lot from their noses while in the air.

It took an unknown amount of fabric to maintain his dignity when he arrived at the Intermediate People's Court.

"I'll pick you up this afternoon."

Uncle Carl put the raccoon on the ground, left with a cool remark, and walked away.

During the entire nourishing process, the raccoon caused everyone on the bus to have nosebleeds by himself, with the only two decent people being Shang Yanting and Uncle Carl.

"They're gone."

Shang Yanting stood to the side and called to her.

Intermediate Court

This is the most authoritative place in the academy.

Occupying the widest section of the building, it includes various management units and the meeting rooms for the four deans. It is said that all major decisions of the academy are discussed in a meeting room in one of the buildings in the central courtyard.

They are now heading to the building where the Teachers' Competition is being held.

Various factions are entrenched within the academy, but the building houses the most professional and impartial teachers.

Both Class A and Class B are present.

Shang Yanting and Pu Yun's teacher's orders were placed on the referee's desk.

The first round was a test of doctrine.

People take turns answering questions, one question per person.

The two were evenly matched, and after reading out all the prepared questions, neither had determined a winner.

Ultimately, it was up to the teachers inside the building to solve this problem.

They pulled a disciple in from outside and had him stand in front of the two of them to demonstrate a movement technique.

"I?"

The disciple who was pulled in was bewildered, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. "I was just passing by."

"Cooperate well."

The person in charge threatened the disciple, saying, "Not everyone who urinates in a flowerbed can be forgiven."

here we go.

As the disciple demonstrated his movement techniques, Pu Yun began to compete with Shang Yanting.

"This is a movement technique that many disciples practice—the Gale Staff."

Pu Yun spoke first: "Judging from his posture, his wrist and foot movements are powerful, his attention to detail is excellent, and his basic skills are very solid."

The disciple was overjoyed to be praised by a teacher who was as beautiful as an angel, and he worked even harder.

However, at this moment, Pu Yun frowned. "It's a pity that this boy is so restless and can't stand praise. He's only said a few words, and his movements are already going erratically. What kind of training is this?"

The evaluation shifted to an extremely low level.

The disciple, who was originally overjoyed, became flustered and insecure because of her evaluation and tone.

Clang

The weapon slipped from the disciple's hand and rolled to Pu Yun's feet.

"It's a complete mess."

This is her assessment.

Being stared at by more than twenty pairs of eyes, the young man was so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear into the ground.

The four impartial teachers discussed it in hushed tones, and most of them agreed with her opinion.

"Teacher Yan, what about you?"

Pu Yun stood with her hands behind her back, looking at Shang Yanting with confidence and composure.

She has already said everything she can describe, and he has nothing to add.

Just when she thought she had the victory in the bag, Shang Yanting picked up the stick from the ground and said, "This student has been practicing his movements for more than eight years. His right hand is not as agile as his left hand. He must have been injured before."

The biggest difference between his two demonstrations of movement techniques wasn't the increased difficulty of the techniques themselves, but rather that one was a pure demonstration, while the other incorporated the circulation of spiritual energy.

Pu Yun frowned slightly upon hearing this, but unfortunately Shang Yanting didn't even look at her.

"Are you practicing the Xunyang Technique?"

How could you tell that?

The disciple opened his mouth wide, then nodded, "Yes!"

“The coordination of each mental and physical technique cannot be done by simply following the instructions.”

Shang Yanting threw the wooden stick to him, "Use the third level of Xunyang Technique and then use the second move of the Gale Stick."

The disciple took the wooden stick and began to play with it, somewhat skeptical of his words.

Easy, light, and smooth.

At first, he was a little rusty, but the moves became smoother as he progressed. The Swift Wind Staff technique is all about speed, ruthlessness, accuracy, and fluidity. With just a simple finger gesture from Shang Yanting, the disciple's progress in the staff technique was clearly visible.

"Absolutely amazing!"

"sharp!"

Even the teachers in charge of the refereeing couldn't help but praise it, saying it was definitely the most significant improvement they had seen. If all the teachers had this level of guidance ability, the overall strength of the students at Dingtian Academy would definitely improve.

The result of the first round was obvious: Shang Yanting won!

The students in the special class cheered.

The students in Class A looked grim.

Pu Yun never imagined that someone could defeat her in her area of ​​expertise.

"Cousin, don't be sad, it's our turn now!"

One of the students from Class A stood up and said, "No matter how much you teach those in Class A, they'll still be useless."

After saying that, they stood in front of the arena.

The outcome of teaching through competition is, of course, the quality of the students in the competition.

Compared to the students in the Special Class, the students in the First Class were naturally at a higher level. Most of them were at the late or peak Martial Spirit stage, and some had even reached the Martial Grandmaster stage, preparing to graduate and then serve in their desired gang.

To catch up with what others have put in three years or more of effort in just three months—only geniuses could do that.

They tried, but they still couldn't beat them.

During the battle, the students in the special class were determined not to let them get away with it.

When they crack down on something, they go all out to destroy it.

Although Class A's cultivation level was high enough and their strength was strong enough, they lacked the ruthlessness to bite off a piece of the opponent's flesh even if it meant death.

The two sides remained deadlocked for a long time.

When the special squad ran out of spiritual energy, they charged with their bare hands, managing to wipe out the last person.

Although Class A won in the end, they were also beaten even more severely.

The soup that Jia Xitong served to everyone when she arrived made the special team incredibly excited, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

If they hadn't been thrown out of the ring, they could have climbed back up and beaten them up!

1 to 1

The situation has actually been resolved!

The situation has now reached a critical stage, and Ms. Pu Yun, a cultivator with the strength of a Martial Grandmaster, will be facing a powerful figure with the strength of a Martial King.

Does this have a win/loss ratio?

No.

Ms. Pu Yun will pay the price for her provocation; she will face a three-year ban from recruiting students.

Jia Xitong silently reported the current situation in her mind.

"Teacher Yan, you know there's a huge gap in our abilities, right?"

Pu Yun looked at the man in front of her and said, "It would be unfair if the two of us started this."

"Dear host, ignore her and get started!"

This is just stalling for time!

Jia Xitong watched Pu Yun chatter on and on on the ring, and stood below the ring, loudly reminding him, "Host, you did it with just one punch, don't dawdle!"

Shang Yanting thought this made a lot of sense.

However, just as he began to channel his spiritual power, Pu Yun jumped off the stage and ran toward the referee's position.

"According to the rules of the Teachers' Competition, when the strength of Party B is significantly different from that of Party A, the competition can be changed to a similar topic."

Yes, she was scared.

A contract with a life-or-death pact had already been signed and was in effect; Pu Yun didn't dare to go on stage at all!