The freshmen from the Comprehensive Martial Arts University confidently replied, "Vice Captain, don't worry, we are confident."

Their faces radiated youthful vigor and confidence. Although most of them were only ninth or eighth-grade mental cultivators and did not know many techniques, their eyes shone with a determined light.

One of the freshmen clenched his fist tightly, as if cheering himself on; another freshman took a deep breath, adjusting his state; and yet another freshman gently stroked the mental weapon in his hand, as if having a silent conversation with it.

"Next, the final match between Savage Martial Arts University and Comprehensive Martial Arts University will begin. First, the individual challenge match. Please send your players to the stage." As everyone took their positions, the referee announced loudly.

"Captain, do we have any tactical arrangements this time?" Someone in the crowd asked Chen Feng with a big smile.

Chen Feng smiled slightly and shook his head gently, saying, "Let's proceed as usual. Wu Qingquan will go first, and I will be the last. As for the others in between, well, you'll have to decide for yourselves and adapt to the situation!"

After saying this, his confident expression seemed to tell everyone that with him in charge at the rear, everything was as stable as a rock, and there was no need for complicated or fancy tactics.

At this moment, Wu Qingquan walked steadily toward the edge of the arena with a calm and composed expression.

Upon approaching, he stretched out his hands and gripped the fence tightly. With a slight effort, his entire body flipped over the fence as lightly as a swallow, landing steadily on the arena.

This series of movements was fluid and seamless, demonstrating his solid foundation and profound inner strength. After taking his stance, Wu Qingquan's eyes were sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at his opponent, emanating an invisible pressure that made him a force to be reckoned with.

"They actually sent their weakest freshmen to the field. What does that mean? Do they not take our Comprehensive Martial Arts University seriously at all, and are they too lazy to even come up with any tactics?"

Meanwhile, at the Comprehensive Martial Arts University, the freshmen were arguing amongst themselves. Bai Qingqing stood quietly to the side, her beautiful face expressionless, as if all of this had nothing to do with her.

He Xiangdong frowned slightly. As the vice-captain, he had to take on the responsibilities of the captain at this moment.

Many freshmen from the Comprehensive Martial Arts University had their eyes glued to the stands of the Wilderness Martial Arts University. Their eyes lit up when they saw the competitors step onto the stage. Several weaker freshmen eagerly vied for a turn.

"Let me go! I think I can handle him!" a small, thin freshman shouted excitedly, his eyes filled with longing.

"You? With your skills, you'd only embarrass yourself if you went up there!" another tall freshman said disdainfully, his tone full of contempt.

“Why can’t I? I’ve trained!” the skinny freshman retorted, his face turning bright red.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing!" He Xiangdong said loudly, his voice carrying a hint of authority. "We need to arrange the order of appearance based on strength and tactics; we can't afford to lose our composure."

His gaze swept over each new student, as if he were pondering something. At this moment, the atmosphere on the field became tense, and everyone was waiting for He Xiangdong's decision.

"No need to argue, let Han Tong go." He Xiangdong thought for a moment and arranged for a freshman who was third from the bottom to go on stage to see if he could easily defeat his opponent.

"Brothers, wait for my good news." Han Tong waved his hand casually and flashed onto the arena.

"The match begins," the referee announced immediately after the two players had taken their positions.

"Buzz—"

Han Tong shot towards Wu Qingquan like an arrow released from a bow, simultaneously launching a mental attack. This powerful mental force swept towards Wu Qingquan like a surging wave.

The moment Han Tong acted, more than eighty semi-transparent sword energies instantly condensed above his head. These sword energies shimmered with cold light, like agile elves dancing in the air.

They intertwine and swirl together, making a crisp "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound, as if they were playing a fierce battle symphony.

The sword energy and spiritual impact collided in the air, producing dazzling lights and violent energy fluctuations.

Han Tong's expression turned serious; he sensed Wu Qingquan's formidable strength.

Wu Qingquan, however, remained resolute. He continuously controlled the sword energy, making it surround him more closely, forming an unbreakable defensive line.