"cut."
He was just a disciple of the mountain peak who was almost ruined.
Song Zhong snorted coldly, not taking the gentle young man in front of him seriously at all.
The weapons in their hands clashed with a clang, sending sparks flying.
Song Zhong narrowed his eyes as he felt the other person's strength. "Interesting."
"Young Master Song is too kind."
The gentler a young man's smile, the more ruthless he can be when he strikes.
After taking seven consecutive blows, Song Zhongyi's entire arm was paralyzed, and a bloody gash appeared on the web of his hand. His expression changed; he realized he had encountered a formidable opponent.
Shang Yanting didn't give him time to react, and threw a heavy punch at him.
Severe abdominal pain!
Song Zhong hurriedly pulled back, but was grabbed by the other party. A heavy blow struck his temple, and for a moment he had the illusion that the other party was going to kill him.
At this time, he had only recently passed the Martial Realm by taking the Qi-Consolidating Pill, and his cultivation was still unstable. These fierce attacks threw him into disarray.
Shang Yanting pressed his advantage, and after several exchanges, he left Song Zhong breathless.
Unfortunately, as a disciple of one of the eight great families, he could not be killed directly on the stage. Seeing his pale face, Shang Yanting threw him off the stage.
"Yan Qing, a disciple of Qing Shuang Peak, wins the competition to advance from the hundred to the twentieth."
Song Zhong looked very embarrassed; he had originally aimed for the top twenty among the newcomers.
"cousin!"
Song Yu'er went down and helped the person up, "Are you alright?"
How could nothing be wrong?
Song Zhong was in excruciating pain in his head, and his eyes were bloodshot.
However, upon seeing Shang Moyun and the others arrive, he pretended to be unharmed and stood up, saying, "Cousin, I'm fine."
To be thrown off the stage by an unknown kid in front of so many scions of prestigious families is truly humiliating.
He took a deep breath to ease the pain in his temples and said, "The opponent is a formidable foe. I was caught off guard and he exploited my weakness. Everyone must be careful if you encounter him in the future."
Shang Moyun
As Shang Yanting prepared to step down from the stage, he snorted coldly, "Cousin, don't worry, if I meet him, I'll definitely beat him up to avenge you."
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The round of 100 to 20 also took three days.
It was truly unexpected that Qing Shuang Peak's dark horse made it all the way into the top 20, but since the remaining 20 disciples were mostly at the Martial Realm stage, his presence wasn't the most conspicuous.
20 to 10
The number of examiners had increased from four to six, and the competition format remained random drawing.
In front of them were 20 bamboo sticks in a bamboo tube. Each new disciple went to the front and drew one. The sticks were marked with numbers 1-10, which represented the order. People with the same number were opponents.
Shang Yanting drew number 7.
"Number 7, Yan Qing of Qing Shuang Peak, Zhang Chuxi of Sheng Yang Peak."
Upon hearing the girl's name, Jia Xitong's spirits lifted.
Zhang Chuxi?
The host's opponent is actually Zhang Chuxi!
This girl is no ordinary person; she's the male protagonist's second harem member!
Because of her talent, high cultivation level, and beautiful appearance, Zhang Chuxi was pursued by many male disciples as soon as she entered the academy, and was the goddess of Shengyang Peak.
In the original story, they met during the Four Peaks Trial.
A cold, aloof beauty and a down-on-his-luck young master rescue each other in a perilous trial ground, fall in love at first sight, and their passion ignites.
Let's be honest, she's a mutt, and she likes to watch!
Jia Xitong squatted in the front row where Shang Yanting often placed her. It was the closest to him, and he could see her with just a glance. It also had the best view of the entire room.
Just as she was concentrating, someone suddenly came from behind and lifted her up.
"Hey, finally found it!"
A smug voice rang out, and Jia Xitong nervously turned around to see her senior brother's bright smile.
Holy crap, that startled her.
I thought it was going to be some kind of melodramatic plot where someone was afraid of the male lead's strength and sent someone to kidnap her to threaten him into admitting defeat in the competition.
Jia Xitong was about to criticize her senior brother, but when she saw that there was a piece of the dish he had eaten at noon stuck to his big teeth, she quickly looked away and pretended not to see it, in order to save her senior brother some dignity.
It's not just the eldest brother.
All twenty inner disciples from Qing Shuang Peak have arrived.
Everyone squeezed together in a row at the front, looking somewhat excited.
"Senior brothers, what brings you here?"
Jia Xitong asked curiously.
It's quite far from Qing Shuang Peak; it takes an hour to walk there, and riding a beast-riding vehicle within the academy costs 2 copper coins.
My senior classmates don't seem like the type to be willing to spend money.
"It's been a long time since any new disciple from our Qing Shuang Peak has broken into the top twenty. We must come and cheer for our junior brother at this moment of triumph."
The eldest brother picked up Jia Xitong, patted her head, and sat down.
"Yes, we're here to cheer on our junior."
The second senior brother followed closely behind, and took out a cold cornbread from his pocket. Before eating, he broke off a small piece and handed it to Jia Xitong.
Jia Xitong guessed correctly; they came on foot, and they even skipped lunch to get here.
"Thanks."
Jia Xitong took it and put it in her bag.
The eleventh senior brother, who had just taken out the same steamed bun from his clothes, glanced at the mini disciple uniform she was wearing, and then looked at his own disciple uniform... Even the clothes from Warcraft are better than his.
"Old Eleven, what are you doing sitting down? Hurry up and place your bets!"
The second senior brother looked at the eleventh brother who had sat down and kicked him.
We've come all this way, so we can't let it go to waste.
Every year when the top 20 teams are narrowed down to the top 10 in the competition, the disciples set up an underground casino.
They pooled their saved coins and prepared to bet everything on their junior brother Yan. They hoped he could make it into the top 10 and make them rich.
Back to the field
The senior students hoped that their junior students would help them make money;
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