The battle reached its climax, with Han Tong and Wu Qingquan giving it their all. Their movements were lightning fast, each attack imbued with boundless power. The surrounding air seemed to tremble with the force of their fight, emitting a series of whistling sounds.

Han Tong's mental attacks came like a relentless storm, while Wu Qingquan's sword energy was as unbreakable as a Great Wall of steel. The battle between the two grew increasingly fierce, the entire scene resembling a volcanic eruption, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

"Clap clap clap—"

The sword energy flew haphazardly, colliding with each other and producing crisp sounds. However, this seemingly chaotic sword energy was instantly shattered into pieces by an invisible energy.

With a sharp cracking sound, a portion of the sword energy shattered like broken glass.

Wu Qingquan keenly realized that he was not affected by the mental shock. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, his spirits lifted, and he roared, "Kill—"

Like a tiger descending a mountain, he moved with lightning speed, charging forward. The longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, each swing bringing with it a sharp sword aura.

These sword energies, almost tangible, intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net, constantly disrupting the opponent's movements. The opponent's mental attacks became ineffective under this dense interference of sword energy.

Wu Qingquan's martial arts skills flowed like clouds and water, with seamless transitions between moves. His footwork was agile and varied, sometimes dodging to the side, sometimes leaping into the air to avoid his opponent's attacks.

At the same time, his sword energy attacked his opponent relentlessly like a storm, giving him no chance to breathe.

In this fierce battle, Wu Qingquan displayed superb combat skills and unwavering fighting spirit. Every attack he launched was full of power, and every movement contained boundless killing intent.

The opponent, not to be outdone, fought back with all their might against Wu Qingquan's offensive. In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed and light flashed, plunging the entire battlefield into chaos.

"Boom boom boom—"

With a deafening roar, Han Tong secretly rejoiced.

He was originally confident that as long as he unleashed a powerful mental attack, he could easily disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

Then, seizing the opportunity, they launched a fierce attack like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, leaving the enemy powerless to fight back, thus easily winning the battle and basking in the praise and cheers of the crowd.

However, things didn't go as planned. To Han Tong's surprise, this seemingly ordinary opponent ignored his mental attack, as if the powerful force couldn't shake him in the slightest.

Not only that, the opponent appeared refreshed and full of fighting spirit, and without hesitation pounced on Han Tong, launching a fierce counterattack in an instant.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Han Tong panicked.

Despite his best efforts, his martial arts strength was only at the peak of the eighth rank, which was significantly weaker than his opponent's. As a result, he soon fell into a disadvantageous position and was forced to take the beating.

Time passed by, and after about three minutes, the situation on the field became increasingly tense and intense.

Just then, a shrill scream pierced the air. It turned out that Han Tong was unable to dodge in time and was hit hard by Wu Qingquan's punch.

The punch was incredibly powerful, causing Han Tong to cough up blood and fly backward like a kite with a broken string, eventually tumbling off the stage in a sorry state.

After the dust settled, Han Tong struggled to his feet, covered in dust and looking utterly miserable. He hung his head, his face filled with shame, utterly unable to face his companions who had come to watch the battle.

At that moment, he wished he could disappear into the ground to avoid the scornful looks of others. His companions, who had once placed high hopes on him, now cast disappointed glances at him, making Han Tong feel even more ashamed and wanting to flee the scene immediately.

"Winning and losing are common occurrences for martial artists. It's not a big deal if you lose to your own people, but if you lose to an enemy, it's like death. So everyone should calm down and focus on training. Strengthening yourselves is the foundation. Any other tactics are based on strength." Bai Qingqing said calmly.

Immediately, the restless mood of the freshmen from the Comprehensive Martial Arts University gradually calmed down. Their gazes swept across the wide arena and landed on the freshmen from the Wilderness Martial Arts University opposite them.

Despite the opponent's recent victory, no one cheered. They were all very calm, as if this victory was just an ordinary occurrence for them.

The freshmen of the Comprehensive Martial Arts University couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. They began to reflect on their own impetuousness and rashness, realizing that on the path of martial arts, passion alone is not enough; a calm and composed mindset is also essential.

"They're really amazing. They can stay so calm even when they're winning," a freshman whispered, his eyes gleaming with envy.

“Yes, we should learn from them and stop being so impetuous,” another freshman chimed in, clenching his fist tightly.

At this moment, the freshmen of the Comprehensive Martial Arts University seemed to have grown up a bit, their hearts filled with anticipation and determination for the future.

They know that there is still a long way to go in the world of martial arts, and this encounter with the freshmen of the Wilderness Martial Arts University will be an important opportunity for their growth.

"I was fortunate enough to defeat one of you. Who will be next?" Wu Qingquan asked, standing on the platform and looking at the opponent, although he was quite exhausted.

"At such a young age, he is not arrogant after winning, and his temperament is calm. When he grows up, he will at least become a great general in the Sirius Army." Other teachers from the martial arts university commented on Wu Qingquan's performance.

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