To the right of number two are two teenagers.

The match has begun.

Zhou Hua, wielding a large hammer, charged forward first. Xiao Si Niang smiled gently and, with lightning speed, flew into the air.

Seeing this, Zhou Hua swung his hammer, and a series of subtle yet powerful metal-type spiritual techniques rushed up. Xiao Siniang's body shone with dazzling light, forming an impeccable defensive shield.

Xiao Si Niang was not idle either. She closed her eyes slightly, clasped her hands together, and the surrounding air began to condense, forming ice arrows that gleamed with cold light as they shot towards her opponent.

In an instant, the two figures engaged in a fierce battle.

Meanwhile, the second arena on the right had already reached its climax, with the two chasing each other step by step. One was as fierce as a fire dragon, and the other as cunning as an eagle.

Short Hong's figure was revealed in the sunlight, making the tension of the battle even more intense.

The two men wielded their weapons simultaneously, their attacks fiercely intertwining. Their moves grew faster and more ruthless, the sounds of swords clashing and wind mingling together.

Their figures intertwined in mid-air, making them difficult to distinguish. Suddenly, a howl of defeat rang out, and blood-stained weapons fell to the ground. Clearly, one side had lost.

"Gao Hongyi wins in match number two. Next, please enter match number three," the referee shouted.

Meanwhile, the outcome of Zhou Hua's match is still undecided.

"Xiao Jiu, who do you think will win on team number one?" Wen Longting asked.

“Xiao Si Niang!” Ji Jiu Ying replied calmly.

"Why? Zhou Hua looks fiercer," Wen Longting asked, puzzled.

“Although Zhou Hua is fierce, he is too impetuous and easily exploited by others. Moreover, Xiao Si Niang is mostly on the defensive, which means she is obviously trying to deplete Zhou Hua’s spiritual power.”

"I see." Wen Longting nodded as if she understood, but soon the two people on the stage would confirm what Ji Jiuying said.

Xiao Si Niang narrowed her eyes coldly, seized the opportunity, and unleashed a series of dull spiritual techniques on Zhou Hua. Clearly, Zhou Hua was gradually unable to defend himself, staggering backward until his body flew out and fell off the stage.

"You lost!" Xiao Si Niang said, looking down at him from the edge of the arena, while Zhou Hua's companions pulled him away in a sorry state.

"Tch~ I thought Zhou Hua was going to win!"

"Exactly, look at how confident he was, I never expected him to be defeated by a little girl."

"Indeed, it seems we cannot underestimate any opponent."

Everyone sighed in dismay.

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Ji Jiuying glanced at the number plate in her hand. Sigh, she was so sleepy from looking at it that it wasn't even her turn yet.

"I'm number thirty-eight, what are your numbers?" Fatty Zhen asked.

"I'm eleven."

I am twenty-three.

"I am ninth."

Ji Jiuying was taken aback at first, then silently took out a bamboo skewer. When the others looked closely, they were stunned!

"·····"

"Good luck, Fatty Zhen!" Wen Longting said, cupping her fists in greeting to Fatty.

"Go for it, Fatty Zhen!" Wen Chuyu could only pray silently.

“Fatty Zhen, I will prepare healing pills for you…” Wen Longxiu said with a smile.

"No way, it's Xiao Jiu! God, just let me die!" Fatty Zhen realized.

"Actually, it's quite good for Xiao Jiu, at least it won't make you lose too badly!" Wen Longting said bluntly.

Since there were two arenas, it was Wen Chuyu's turn very quickly.

The moment Wen Chuyu stepped onto the stage, the crowd below the arena erupted in cheers.

"Isn't that Wen Chuyu from the Wen family, one of the three great clans? Wasn't his meridian shattered?"

"Could it be just a rumor?"

"You wouldn't know this, would you? His meridians were repaired long ago. My cousin's maternal uncle said that he even went to the Monster Forest Secret Realm when it opened..."

"So that's how it is!"

"I wonder which expert cured his meridians. I heard that when Star Academy saw his meridians, they immediately shook their heads."

"It's said that a veiled girl cured him..."

The news that Wen Chuyu's meridians were completely shattered spread throughout the entire capital city.

After that, Wen Chuyu disappeared from everyone's sight and did not appear for two years.

Although some people knew that he had recovered, the vast majority of people were unaware of it.

A masked girl? Jun Linyu narrowed his eyes and glanced thoughtfully in Ji Jiuying's direction.

Upon seeing this, Ji Fengyan's expression suddenly darkened, and the hatred in her eyes seemed to transform into a knife, shooting straight out.

You shameless vixen, you slut, you slut!

Ji Jiuying sensed something and glanced over, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.

Ever since Wen Chuyu stepped onto the arena, Ji Rufeng has been staring at him with a sinister gaze, ignoring even his beloved Fourth Princess.

After emerging from the illusion array, the Fourth Princess Jun Luoli's eyes never left the man in the main seat.

Even if the man in the main seat sat there motionless, he would still captivate the young girls present, making them linger and forget to leave.

I wonder what kind of face is hidden behind the mask!

The Imperial Advisor is a rare sight, so of course I should take a good look at him, otherwise I don't know when I'll see him again.

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At this moment, the battle had already begun on the arena, with Wen Chuyu facing off against a peak Great Spirit Master of the same level as Ji Jiuying.

The opponent was carrying a long spear, while Wen Chuyu was not carrying any weapon.

The opponent was initially a little flustered when he encountered Wen Chuyu, but seeing that he was not carrying a weapon, he immediately regained some confidence.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he gripped his spear and charged forward.

Wen Chuyu condensed her spiritual power, transforming it into a sword. The sword light was like a rainbow, and the sword intent was like the sea, overwhelming the opponent's consciousness and making it impossible for the opponent to resist.

"Wen Chuyu actually comprehended sword intent!"

"He is indeed a rare genius. It seems that Wen Chuyu is going to return to his peak this time."

Everyone praised Wen Chuyu endlessly, but these words sounded extremely grating to Ji Rufeng's ears.

Returning to the top? Haha~ We'd have to ask him if he agrees.

His opponent was indeed knocked away, but he did not admit defeat.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, his wounds bleeding profusely, but he refused to back down and attacked again, each move carrying a firm and indomitable will.

Wen Chuyu was somewhat impressed with him, but in the end, she still managed to beat him so badly that he couldn't get up after a few moves.

"You're very good! Thank you for being so kind!"

"Number nine, Wen Chuyu, wins!" the referee's voice rang out again.

"Big brother is amazing!" Wen Longting said.

"Chu Yu has become much more skilled," Fatty Zhen said enviously.

Number 11 Wen Longting is facing off against Situ Qianqian. It's a real case of enemies meeting on a narrow road. Wen Longting hasn't forgotten how Situ Qianqian spoke rudely to her older sister.

Every move was made with full force, and the Situ family members were furious but couldn't interfere with the match.

On the stage, before Situ Qianqian could even get up, Wen Longting threw another punch at her.

"You dare bully my sister! You dare bully my sister!"

With a scream, Situ Qianqian was once again sent flying by Wen Longting. However, Wen Longting's hands were not idle for a moment, striking Situ Qianqian again and again.