*The third update, the next one will be at 8 o'clock later

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Lady Li Yu, Li Feng's sister, is a swordsman from a noble family.

No, at that time, Li Yu's family was not a noble family, but an ordinary family. It was because of Li Yu that they became a noble family.

The last bit of her resolve crumbled. The influence left by Yuan Feng vanished. His brainwashing had failed.

Yuan Feng was unlucky enough to run into He Lin, who inadvertently ruined his plan. Yuan Feng, well-versed in this, had clearly noticed Bi Yao's change and was pondering the implications and causes of his plan's failure, as well as the countermeasures.

"Li Feng, what an anomaly!"

Yuan Feng used Teacher Liu Qiang's evaluation and sighed. At this moment, he also understood the helplessness of Teacher Liu Qiang when he sighed this sentence.

"This is the true disciple! A twenty-year-old swordsman! I've really broadened my horizons." Qian Yu sighed to Kun.

"Yeah, we don't know whether we can become a swordsman in this lifetime?!" Yu Kun looked at the people in the VIP seats with envy, who had a grand aura.

"Master Li Yu has actually been promoted to a swordsman?!" Teacher Wang Li obviously knew Li Yu and was very happy that Li Yu had been promoted to a swordsman.

Zhao Ding looked at the strong men in the VIP seats and secretly vowed in his heart that he must be promoted to a swordsman and become one of them.

He Lin had no choice but to wave to Li Yu from a distance to show that he saw him.

Then Herlin decisively ignored the gazes around him and simply closed his eyes to rest.

The game begins.

The exempted class was also the first to compete.

The first game is the finals, which was not common in previous technological civilizations, but it did happen to academies. Their purpose was not to compete, but to verify what they had learned, similar to an exam.

"The first match is between Ren Yu from the Swordsman Team and Zhao Ding from the Wang Li Team. Please invite the two students to the ring."

Zhao Ding walked onto the stage with excitement, as if it was his first time participating in a competition.

Ren Yu also confidently stepped onto the stage. Zhao Ding, the brute, could be said to be the weakest student in Wang Li's team. He was also the easiest one.

"An idiot who only knows how to attack fiercely." Ren Yu said with contempt in his heart.

"Ren Yu, please teach me."

"Zhao Ding, please teach me."

The two men saluted each other, with confidence of victory in their eyes.

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

Zhao Ding began to attack fiercely as usual. Ren Yu had an expression that said "as expected" and responded calmly to Zhao Ding's attack.

After more than thirty moves, Zhao Ding paused, and Ren Yu's face lit up with joy. His chance had come, and he switched from defense to offense, striking with his sword. However, he had to rush back to support him halfway through. It turned out that Zhao Ding was feigning defeat, and then attacking to save him.

"Just like when Li Feng and I practiced, you're doomed to fail."

This time, the main general immediately handed the initiative to Zhao Ding. Zhao Ding's offensive was fierce again, and each move was ruthless, hitting the vital points. Ren Yu had to block, but his sword moves began to become chaotic, and his rhythm was messed up. If you defend too long, you will lose. In less than ten moves, Ren Yu failed to defend against Zhao Ding's attack.

'Hit the vital point', Ren Yu was defeated.

"The battle is over. Zhao Ding wins, Ren Yu loses."

Zhao Ding laughed heartily and bowed, "Thank you."

Ren Yu replied with a dark face: "Thank you."

Qian Yu looked at the smug Zhao Ding with an unhappy expression, then turned to Kun angrily and said, "It's just a win, isn't it? Look how smug he is."

Yu Kun laughed and said, "Zhao Ding won, we should be congratulating him, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Inwardly, he marveled: "It's truly remarkable that they managed to fully emulate Ren Yu's reactions during practice. With all the calculations and no calculations, how could they possibly lose? It seems our class has secured the first-grade championship."

Looking at Zhao Ding's high spirits, he also sent his blessings to him from the bottom of his heart: "Victory in this battle is no less than a rebirth for Zhao Ding! His brilliant future begins now."

A swordsman with combat intelligence and the ability to go berserk is truly a hopeless combination of talents.

The Swordsman Team's head teacher, Mr. Sun Hao, looked extremely unhappy.

"This is completely different from what I imagined! Isn't Zhao Ding just a big, dumb guy who only knows how to attack? How did he become so strategic? He knows how to feign failure, lure the enemy into a panic, and then attack them to save them! This is a huge improvement! Or did he deliberately hide his weakness in the first two matches? Today's match has inner disciples and true disciples from the sect coming to watch. Losing in the first match is really bad luck. How can I save face in front of the seniors in the sect?"

Thinking of this, he glanced at the confident teacher Wang Li and gave a few words of advice to the next student who would perform.

The referee's voice rang out: "The second match is between Mo Ya from the Swordsman Team and Qian Yu from the Wang Li Team. Please invite the two students to the stage."

"Qian Yu, hurry up and get on the stage. You are not allowed to admit defeat until we have fought for 250 moves this time. Do you hear me?" Qian Yu was planning to pretend that he didn't hear anything and go on stage later, but Teacher Wang Li's words sank into his ears, and he had no choice but to go on the stage reluctantly.

At this time, Mo Ya was already on the ring.

"Mo Ya, please teach me."

"Qian Yu, please teach me."

No matter how lazy Qian Yu was, he would never neglect or make mistakes in his etiquette. He performed the battle etiquette honestly and properly.

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

As soon as Mo Ya came on stage, he launched a fierce attack, which was very different from his usual fighting style.

Qian Yu, however, was calm and didn't care at all, just defending himself.

He Lin looked at Qian Yu and shook his head. "That's exactly what happened. It's impossible to change. Well, if he doesn't change and the opponent changes, it's generally better for us."

Teacher Sun Hao looked at the situation on the ring and was once again irritated. He felt like he had fallen into his opponent's trap. He had actually made Mo Ya change his fighting style at the last minute. It was a big mistake. He was probably going to lose this round. Damn it.

After a hundred moves, Mo Ya was exhausted. Qian Yu had planned to keep paddling, but when he saw the murderous look in Teacher Wang Li's eyes, he immediately ended the game.

"The match is over. Qian Yu wins and Mo Ya loses."

"Thank you." Qian Yu saluted listlessly.

"Thank you." Mo Ya replied with gritted teeth.

This game shouldn't have ended this way, but the teacher insisted on changing the battle strategy before the match, causing him to lose his composure and be defeated by Qian Yu, a guy with no fighting spirit. What a shame!

When he returned to the classroom rest area, he didn't even give Teacher Sun Hao a good look.

Teacher Sun Hao's face was equally grim. These two games, plus the final one against Li Feng, meant they had truly lost this time.

He lost to Wang Li, who had been a teacher for less than a year, lost to the exemption class, and lost to his own mistakes.

"Haha... Qian Yu did a good job, he won again." Teacher Wang Li patted Qian Yu's shoulder happily and laughed.

Qian Yu smiled wryly and said, "Teacher, your threat to me just now was... right... It was a huge help to me, and it made me understand the significance of the competition." He had been about to complain, but after a glare from Teacher Wang Li, he immediately changed his tone and began praising her. As expected, coming from a family of merchants, his tongue was truly sharp.