Su Qing glanced at the speechless expressions on those people's faces and pursed her lips.

For the past three months, he has been running 50,000 meters every day, and with sufficient nutritional support, even the weakest mage in the academy has developed physical qualities comparable to a knight apprentice.

Among the magic students, Fatty Vivi had the strongest physical attributes, even reaching the point where she could naturally generate battle aura.

But it was clear that those people didn't believe what he said.

Dean Qinghe, with his scholarly air, had a glint in his eye before a smile suddenly bloomed on his face: "Your Highness the Dragon Lord, what a brilliant tactic! Having a knight impersonate a mage to catch the enemy off guard!"

He wore a faint smile, seemingly pleased that he had seen through Su Qing's little tricks.

The other deans also exchanged glances, thinking that this dragon was truly wicked.

Su Qing was speechless. These guys went too far. They had impure hearts themselves, yet they still tried to smear him.

Besides, do I really need to resort to such methods to deal with you?

Su Qing felt it was necessary to prove her innocence and reputation.

Fat Weiwei walked back, munching on a pork knuckle, her face showing a hint of nonchalance. The steel staff she was dragging in her other hand sparked as it scraped against the ground.

"Principal, I won!"

Su Qing nodded, indicating that she had seen it: "Use magic in the next battle, and let the uncles and aunts see your magical power."

Fat Weiwei paused for a moment, then nodded very seriously: "Don't worry, Grandpa Principal, I'll definitely let these uncles and aunts have a good look next time!"

Su Qing's smile gradually blossomed; he liked this kind of sensible child.

The other deans all looked as if they had swallowed flies.

The battle continues, with 360 students from 36 colleges participating in ten arenas, each requiring at least 18 matches.

In the following battles, the topic of the Academy and Scholarly Families was no longer relevant.

Occasionally, some outstanding performers will appear on the stage.

At this time of day, Su Qing would always flip through the information in her hand and take a closer look.

"Group Nine!"

As the referee called out, Alan and Irene, who were behind Su Qing, stood up.

They were both in Group 9, Alan was in Ring 2, and Irene was in Ring 4.

After glancing at the two of them, Su Qing didn't say anything to Alan. If this guy couldn't win, then he would need to consider whether this guy had been bribed.

Su Qing was a little worried about Xiao Yileisi, after all, no one would feel comfortable letting their bathhouse attendant get into a fight with someone else.

He handed the dark object in his hand to the other person and told her to be careful.

The match began, and 20 people stepped onto the stage. The most eye-catching one was Little Iris, who was carrying a cannon.

The petite magical girl stands in stark contrast to the cannon, which is full of metallic luster and beauty, creating a strange visual impact.

It's worth mentioning that Little Iris's opponent is from Qinghe Academy, a spirited young man.

He was very handsome, with an outstanding temperament. He held a sword in one hand, a smile on his lips, and a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Greetings, beautiful lady!"

A very elegant and gentlemanly bow.

Little Iris was a little lost. Having been kept in the castle by that dragon for so long, she hadn't had any interaction with anyone in a long time. When she first met this polite boy, she suddenly felt that he was a bit hypocritical.

"Dragon Lord..."

Dean Qinghe spoke up, but Su Qing interrupted him before he could finish.

"My men will win!"

Su Qing smiled warmly and was very enthusiastic.

"Want to make a bet?"

Looking at the dragon's upturned lips, there was a hint of malice in them.

Dean Qinghe immediately became alert, looking at the arena with some worry in his eyes.

Of all the students he brought, the boy who just came on stage is definitely in the top three. He's very strong. Will he lose?

My attention was involuntarily drawn to the cannon barrel that Little Iris was carrying.

What is this?

It doesn't look like a weapon. Could it be a magical artifact?

He was fully focused and alert when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Alan walking back.

The boy said calmly, "Principal, I won!"

Su Qing nodded, not minding. Wasn't this a normal thing?

Dean Qinghe was a little stunned. It was over so quickly?

He didn't pay much attention to the second arena. At this moment, he turned his head to look at the other deans and found that they all had a look of undisguised shock on their faces.

Even the deans of the other three higher colleges had serious and solemn expressions on their faces.

"I never imagined that the Dragon Lord could train students to the level of high-ranking knights!"

This level of skill would already qualify someone to be a teacher in their higher education institution, okay!

There are only two students at this level across all three higher education institutions combined.

But seeing Alan's sword strikes, which resembled surging ocean waves, made me uneasy, unsure if my student could defeat him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cannons roared!

Everyone's attention, which had been focused on Alan, immediately shifted back to the arena.

As expected, it's arena number four. This dragon's student is causing trouble again.

With most of the fourth arena broken, Little Iris fell to the ground, a little flustered!

She didn't do it on purpose; she was just trying to fire a shot, but because of the strong recoil, she accidentally pressed the switch twice more.

Three shots in quick succession shattered half the ring, and the opponent was nowhere to be found.

Will we be blasted to ashes?

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