One is ruthless in destroying beauty, the other is furious for a woman.

With the audience eager for a good show, the disciples in the stands immediately launched into a heated discussion.

Who do you think will win between them?

"Is there even a need to guess? It must be Young Master Shang Moyun."

The lackey, who knew the inside story, proudly said, "Young Master Shang broke through to the Martial Realm a month ago, and he has received rigorous training from a prestigious family since childhood. Compared to Young Master Shang, the disciples of Qing Shuang Peak are like heaven and earth."

Others chimed in, "Yes, he deserved it for daring to hurt Miss Song!"

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On the field.

Shang Moyun charged forward with his weapon.

The moves—splitting, slashing, stabbing—were all brutal and familiar.

These were all martial arts techniques of the Shang family, which Shang Yanting had long since mastered. It's no exaggeration to say that the moment Shang Moyun made a move, he could find at least three weaknesses.

Shang Yanting dodged his attack with a cold expression, seemingly unaffected and effortless.

"Wow, this Qing Shuang Peak guy is actually keeping his hands behind his back and hasn't made a move."

"He's so arrogant."

The voices of the onlookers reached the arena, making Shang Moyun feel humiliated.

He channeled his inner energy and slashed at Shang Yanting.

choke--

A crisp sound of swords clashing rang out, and sparks even flew from the point of contact.

"Die!"

Shang Moyun's tyrannical voice roared in my ears, stupid, irritable, and ignorant of his own limitations.

Shang Yanting suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of dark pupils staring at him like a venomous snake, his smiling lips uttering a cold sarcasm, "Is this all the skill a young master of the prestigious Shangmu family has?"

Shang Moyun was taken aback.

The next second, a sword pierced through his lower abdomen.

No one expected things to change so quickly; bright red blood gushed from his body, leaving a glaring red line on the ground.

"Holy crap, awesome!"

The disciples in the stands exclaimed in surprise, none of them had seen clearly how Yan Qing drew his sword.

"Young Master!"

The sons of the Shang family's concubines all stood up.

"Oh no!"

The teachers sitting in front all changed their expressions. What would they do if something happened to the merchant's people?

Two teachers rushed onto the stage and carried Shang Moyun away to the infirmary. The remaining examiner reprimanded Shang Yanting in front of all the teachers and students, "You audacious disciple! You have injured two fellow disciples in succession. You are ruthless and cruel. I hereby announce the cancellation of this disciple's ranking in the competition!"

Upon hearing this, the people below whispered among themselves.

"This disciple is so pitiful. He finally managed to squeeze into the top ten, and even had a chance to get into the top three, but his ranking was canceled."

"As expected, the people of the eight great families are not to be trifled with."

"Whose fault is this? I can only blame myself for not having a good family background."

...

Ignoring the words below, the examiner took a brush and walked to the front of the rankings, dipping the brush tip in ink, determined to erase the two characters "Yan Qing" from the notice board.

Shang Yanting watched all this expressionlessly, his eyes filled with only shallow mockery.

I'm so angry!

Jia Xitong felt a lump in her throat; she wanted to throw away all the explosive talismans she had saved up.

"Wait!"

A shout came from the sky, interrupting the examiner's actions. At the same time, a figure descended from the sky amidst the attention of the crowd, declaring, "Let's see who can cross out my Qing Shuang Peak disciple's ranking."

It's the Peak Master!

The competition for new talents even alarmed the peak master of Qing Shuang Peak.

The examiner, who was about to cross out the name, froze in place.

"Zhenfeng!"

Another voice came from behind.

The newcomer, with white hair and a youthful face, wore the holy robes of the Holy Capital Academy. He was the academy's dean, who had rushed over upon hearing news of Luan Zhenfeng's actions. Behind him followed the peak masters of the other three peaks.

Dean and Peak Master.

The newcomer competition actually brought together all the big names in the academy.

The dean of the academy looked at Luan Zhenfeng and reprimanded him, "As the master of a peak, how can you act so recklessly?"

According to regulations, the newcomer competition is entirely the responsibility of the faculty. No other faculty or staff member has the right to interfere, not even the head of the department, to prevent the abuse of power that could undermine the fairness of the competition.

As the peak master, Luan Zhenfeng actually took the lead in breaking this rule.

"I didn't want to come, but if I didn't, my only new disciple would be bullied terribly."

Luan Zhenfeng gave the examiner a cold look, and the teachers all broke out in a cold sweat.

"Zhenfeng, the examiners are all following the rules. Don't break the rules just because you only have one disciple."

Upon hearing this, the Peak Master of Tianwu Peak spoke.

The peak master of Shengyang Peak nodded in agreement.

The peak master of Jinyang Peak was pulled aside by his disciple to speak quietly.

When he heard that the disciples of Qing Shuang Peak had injured Shang Moyun and Song Yu'er, two scions of noble families, he frowned and looked at Luan Zhenfeng with anger. "Two of my disciples have been injured by your disciple. You should discipline such a vicious disciple."

"I don't need Peak Master Li Jinyang to worry about what kind of person my disciple is."

Luan Zhenfeng ignored him and turned to the dean, saying, "Dean, since you're here, please be the judge. My only good disciple has just arrived at Lianxin Pavilion and has been assigned to live in a godforsaken place. Now, his grades have been unjustly canceled."

"Has my position as peak master become meaningless?"

After he finished speaking, he looked around at everyone, and the pressure of his Martial Grandmaster strength suddenly spread.

The disciples were slammed to the ground by a tremendous force, and even the teachers looked pained.

The other three peak masters' expressions changed, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"alright!"

The dean finally lost his temper, and the power emanating from the Martial King dispelled the oppressive aura. "You four peak masters, be mindful of your status."

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