Hongcheng, like Mocheng, is also a city with one surname. The difference is that Mocheng has only a thousand years of history, while Hongcheng has a long history that can be traced back to ancient times.

Hongcheng is said to be a refuge built by humans during the great destruction in ancient times. During the devastating flood, tens of thousands of people survived.

This has led to the current dominance of the human race and the prosperity of swordsmanship, and has made significant contributions.

Honestly, this story is truly mythical. Later generations discovered that Hongcheng wasn't a fortified city, lacking any advantageous terrain, and it couldn't have survived a devastating flood that left tens of thousands of people there. This claim is likely a rumor.

However, it is true that the Hongcheng Hong family is a family that everyone fears. Even the wealthy are reluctant to provoke this mysterious family.

It is said that the existing development model of one city, one surname was inspired by Hongcheng.

Of course, the difference is that later aristocratic families, even if they had a city and a surname, would no longer use the city name and the family name as the same, to show the difference from the Hong family of Hongcheng. For example, the Yu family of Mocheng is a typical example.

"Ready, three, two, one. The battle begins."

Following the referee's command, Hong Qi instantly erupted and launched a fierce attack on Kun like a flood or a beast.

The sword energy was like a flood, and in an instant it seemed to form a sword curtain.

"It's truly a miraculous sword technique! This explosive power is truly terrifying! If I were there, I'd have to struggle to master it. It looks like this must be a secret technique, a common explosive technique. It's just that the burst is even more powerful, but the backlash should also be the strongest. It should only have the power of a single strike. Is this Hongcheng's trump card? It shouldn't be this crude, right?" Herlin thought to himself.

Yu Kun on the stage was obviously prepared for this, and at the moment when Hong Qi exploded, he used a secret technique - mountains and rivers of brush and ink.

It seems as if the flood should be diverted to the mountains and rivers.

But the flood was too powerful. Although his method of attracting mountains and rivers worked, it also exhausted him greatly and he fainted due to exhaustion.

Hong Qi also fainted. Could he really only have one strike? After that one strike, he completely lost his fighting power!

"What an extreme swordsmanship and secret technique. Is this one of the Hong family's trump cards? Although extremes have obvious disadvantages, they also represent extreme strength. The Hong family's extreme goal is to maximize explosive power. Obviously, they succeeded. Just from one swordsman, we can see the power of their extreme swordsmanship." Herlin sighed in his heart.

The two men on the ring eventually fell to the ground together. The referee ruled it a draw.

The ideal situation was that the two men, as third-generation descendants of two of the most powerful families in the world, ended in a draw.

Hmm? Glancing at Hong Qi and Yu Kun, He Lin smiled meaningfully. Interesting, a coincidence, huh? That's right. If they didn't faint, their sword energy would be too depleted, and they wouldn't be able to maintain that level of sword energy in the fight. Would they have to fight in the ring in a melee of sword-body-level combat?

These children from aristocratic families were indeed not fools. Although they all had different personalities and ways of dealing with things, they all had a good grasp of the major issues.

The sword masters present could probably see that the two people were not really unconscious, but no one said it out loud.

The purpose of the qualifying rounds was similar to that of an exam. As long as it tested each student's level, no one cared about the details.

Teacher Wang Li came on stage and took over from Yu Kun.

"Another one fainted. One faints every time during a competition. It's really unlucky." Teacher Wang Li complained in a low voice. She didn't expose Yu Kun's fake coma, but concealed it for him. What a good teacher.

Several classmates gathered around and expressed their concern.

Zhao Ding's eyes were filled with genuine worry. He was a straightforward person, not one to mince words, and he assumed Yu Kun had truly passed out from exhaustion.

Qian Yu curled his lips nearby, clearly understanding that Yu Kun was feigning unconsciousness. The two were so familiar with each other, and seeing Yu Kun unconscious was indeed nerve-wracking at first. However, due to their familiarity, they immediately noticed something was amiss, and once they realized Yu Kun was feigning unconsciousness, they breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he was still vexed by the fact that he had been deceived, and he didn't bother to put on a face of concern.

Bi Yao was a little surprised about Kun, as if she was meeting him for the first time.

"I didn't expect there would be such powerful figures among the children of aristocratic families. And two of them at once, it's incredible. Even if I were to play, the best result would be a draw." Bi Yao had a new understanding of aristocratic families. Wasn't this exactly what Yuan Feng had told her? A crack appeared in her heart.

But Bi Yao hasn't realized it yet. After all, after a month of brainwashing, Bi Yao now firmly believes in Yuan Feng's class theory.

Teacher Wang Li didn't forget the upcoming match and said to Bi Yao, "Yu Kun is fine, he's just exhausted. The match is about to start, so hurry up and get on stage."

Because of Qian Yu's incident, Teacher Wang Li is now very enthusiastic about letting students in the class go on stage early. It's all Qian Yu's fault.

Bi Yao glanced at the empty arena and wanted to complain: "How is it late? The opponent hasn't even come on stage yet?! Are you asking me, a young lady from a wealthy family, to go on stage and wait for an opponent from a lower-class background?!"

Just when Bi Yao was struggling, her opponent walked out of the classroom, and she also walked out of the class rest area at the right time.

The other person was a gifted young man from an ordinary family, but he was also a student in the Junior Class. His eyes were dull, his face expressionless, and he held a rusty iron sword tightly in his hand.

Bi Yao stood on the opposite side of the ring, and when he saw the other party's appearance, he looked down on him even more.

"As expected, he is from an ordinary family. This person is just a fool and a fool!" Bi Yao complained in his heart.

He Lin looked at the other party and felt that Bi Yao was likely to lose this time.

When seeing this young man, Herlin thought of an idiom story - dumbfounded as a chicken of wood.

The most powerful fighting cock is not the one that jumps the most joyfully or crows the loudest before a fight, but rather the dull cock that is like this: if it doesn't move, it's still; but if it moves, it's like thunder, sure to win with one strike.

Such a wooden chicken is a true warrior, born to fight, a natural king of fighting cocks.

Teacher Wang Li also looked solemnly at the dull young man, muttering to himself, "This year is really strange. Geniuses that are usually hard to come by are suddenly appearing in large numbers this year. Is this a true sword fanatic?!"