After discussing it, the senior brothers decided to send out their eleventh brother.

Seeing this, Lei Shizhong also sent out his most outstanding student.

The two sides began to fight.

Lei Shizhong's prized student was only at the early stage of Martial Spirit cultivation. Although this cultivation level was quite impressive in the eyes of the Holy Capital Academy, it was still far inferior to that of his eleventh senior brother.

The outcome of the first battle was a foregone conclusion; the eleventh senior brother won effortlessly.

"Thank you for your guidance."

The eleventh senior brother clasped his hands in a fist salute to his opponent and then descended, before anyone around him could even gauge his cultivation level. The spectators began whispering amongst themselves about the eleventh senior brother.

"The senior brother from Qing Shuang Peak is amazing."

"He seemed to exert no effort at all when he fought with Senior Brother Wang."

"He's at least at the mid-stage of Martial Spirit, maybe even more..."

The four peak masters also took note of this.

Luan Zhenfeng couldn't stop smiling and slightly clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Peak Master of Jinyang Peak sitting next to him, saying, "Peak Master Lei, you flatter me."

Lei Shizhong snorted coldly, telling him not to be smug.

For the next round, the eldest disciple made a decision among his disciples and then decided to take the lead himself.

Among these twenty fellow disciples, judging from their cultivation levels, the nineteenth disciple is still the weakest, while the twentieth and tenth disciples are roughly equal in strength. The eleventh disciple is the strongest, and the second and eldest disciples are also among the top three in terms of strength.

Therefore, the competition will definitely be dominated by the eldest and second eldest brothers in the later stages.

So the second senior brother went up for the second round.

This time, Lei Shizhong sent out an even more formidable disciple, who was already at the mid-stage of Martial Spirit at a young age and wielded the spear with unparalleled skill. It's a pity that my second senior brother is only at the late-stage of Martial Spirit, and although he didn't get a good item when distributing magical artifacts in the Ten Thousand Serpent Cave, it's still a magic-grade gold artifact.

With the overwhelming superiority of both cultivation level and magical artifacts, this battle was won exceptionally easily.

"Oh dear, this child, he's still using magic artifacts himself, yet he's giving his spiritual artifact to his master."

Luan Zhenfeng sighed repeatedly in his seat, then took out the golden ruler and touched it, saying, "So filial, so incredibly filial."

He was so smug that even the dean didn't like him.

But Luan Zhenfeng didn't care. He had been suppressed for so long, and he just wanted to show off.

This nouveau riche mentality made him want to show off 30 times in a quarter of an hour.

Lei Shizhong gave him a cold look, then turned to his personal disciple, "For the final match, take my magic weapon."

"yes!"

The young cultivator bowed slightly and slowly stepped onto the stage, carrying Lei Shizhong's spirit gold magic weapon, the longsword.

He was the strongest of the three cultivators. With his late-stage Martial Spirit cultivation and the added benefit of a magic weapon, Lei Shizhong had placed all his hopes on him.

However, the eldest brother is also at the late stage of Martial Spirit cultivation. With the same Spirit Gold Magic Treasure, it's really hard to say who will win.

Their eyes met, and both were filled with the glint of swords.

Just as they were about to make their move, a voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Wait a minute."

Lei Shizhong's voice abruptly cut in, and he looked at his senior brother and said, "I remember you are the senior brother of Qing Shuang Peak?"

The eldest disciple was taken aback, unsure of the meaning behind the question, but still answered, "Yes."

"Since you are the senior disciple, why are you going up to the arena?"

Lei Shizhong's words stunned the senior brother. Could it be that the senior brother couldn't go to the arena?

Before his senior brother could react, he pointed to his tenth senior brother, who was holding a raccoon in the crowd, and said, "You're from Qing Shuang Peak too, right? Go up there."

The eldest and tenth senior brothers switched places like that.

The eldest brother didn't react, nor did the tenth brother. Luan Zhenfeng did react, but because he had been too arrogant and cocky before, his words were not worthy of the dean's or the other peak masters' attention.

Most of the disciples watching the arena had not yet reached the Martial Spirit level, so they could not see the difference in cultivation between the eldest and tenth senior brothers. Although they sensed that Lei Shizhong's last-minute replacement was a bit suspicious, their understanding was not quite as real.

The situation on the field instantly shifted to a late-stage Wu Ling versus an early-stage Wu Ling.

The tenth senior brother was two minor realms lower than Lei Shizhong's personal disciple, and he was unprepared, putting him at a complete disadvantage.

The young cultivator possessed exceptional swordsmanship and launched a fierce attack from the very beginning, gaining the upper hand.

The tenth senior brother's cultivation and skills were inferior to his. Several times, he was beaten so badly that he had almost no chance to fight back. After twenty moves of grappling, his weapon was knocked out of his hand.

So not everyone on Qing Shuang Peak is a master.

The disciples watching thought to themselves as they looked at their tenth senior brother's disheveled appearance on the arena.

Lei Shizhong, who was sitting in front of the arena, also softened his expression. In his mind, Qing Shuang Peak should be suppressed by them like this.

"The disciple of Peak Master Jin Yang is quite powerful. No wonder he replaced my disciple halfway through the journey."

Luan Zhenfeng leaned back in his chair and said expressionlessly, implying that Lei Shizhong would resort to cheating if he couldn't win fair and square.

Lei Shizhong, with a thick skin, said: "Aren't all the members of Qing Shuang Peak students who went to Ding Tian Academy to complete their studies and return? Luan Fengzhu's disciple went out for training and had a great opportunity, but he still couldn't beat my disciple. It can only be said that he himself is incompetent."

"It's alright to let Peak Master Jinyang win once."

Luan Zhenfeng retorted without backing down, "After all, it's a best-of-three series. My Qing Shuang Peak has already won. If we win all three, wouldn't that make Jin Yang Peak lose face?"

Offstage, the two leaders engaged in a war of words, openly mocking and subtly sarcastic, showing no mercy.

On the stage, the two martial arts practitioners had reached a fever pitch.

Lei Shizhong's personal disciple raised his longsword, infusing it with spiritual power, and had already prepared his ultimate move, the Cloud-Piercing Slash. He swung it at his tenth senior brother, and the spiritual metal artifact emitted a long hum, its dazzling sword energy slashing towards him.

At this point, the tenth senior brother stopped hiding his secrets and directly pulled out his most prized possession—

Polishing gold bricks

The tenth senior brother raised the gold brick, roared angrily, and hurled it forward with his spiritual power.

The gold brick transformed into a beam of golden light and flew directly into the sword energy, which instantly dissipated.

At this moment, the two people who were arguing in front of them also stopped and stared intently at the treasure in the hands of their tenth senior brother—a rank-earth magic weapon—along with the other two peak masters.

"That's a Rank 1 Earth- Item magic weapon?"

Dean Lü Yun asked in disbelief, "There's only one Earth-rank magic weapon in the entire academy."

The preciousness and rarity of the magic treasure.

None of the four peak masters possessed a level-eight magic weapon, yet such a precious item appeared in the hands of a junior disciple at the Martial Spirit realm.

The tenth senior brother once again hurled the gold brick at his opponent. The brick flew so fast that only a beam of light could be seen as it left his hand. It knocked Lei Shizhong's disciple off the stage, sealing the victory.

Anyone below the Martial Sect level who possesses a Earth-rank magic weapon is basically invincible among those of the same cultivation level.

The people above watched as their tenth senior brother defeated his enemy with a single move using a magical weapon, and they were extremely curious about the golden brick...

---Aside---

Goodnight, baby~

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