On the high platform, next to Su Qing, Dean Qinghe, who had the air of a scholar, leaned closer and asked, "Who do you think will win, Lord?"
As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward arena number five, his meaning quite clear.
"I know some information about your student's opponent. He's no pushover. He's a Grand Knight, possessing innate strength far exceeding that of ordinary people. Your student is a true Knight, isn't he?"
Su Qing glanced at him and suddenly felt that this guy was a bit annoying: "One sword!"
"What?"
Dean Qinghe was a little taken aback, while Su Qing had lost all interest in talking to him.
He only taught that little guy one sword technique; if he couldn't win with that one, there was no need to continue.
On the stage at this moment, the outcome of the match has been decided.
The tall, burly boy paused for a moment, then suddenly swung the sword in his hand.
Xiao Ji was a little nervous; his palms were sweating as he gripped the sword. The sudden attack had slowed his reaction time.
But it was only for a moment, a burst of instinctive muscle power in both arms.
...
Looking at the dignified principal in front of him, Xiao Ji felt a little nervous.
"Of all the students in the academy, you are the one I value most; you have an auspicious appearance. I have a family secret technique here, and I'll give it to you today!"
That's what the principal said at the time, and Xiao Ji believed him. In addition to his regular daily training, he would secretly practice this sword technique every night.
To this day, he has slashed thousands of times, each time with all his might. The sweat and effort he has put in have finally paid off at this moment!
A sword strike was unleashed!
Was that one sword strike? No, it was a full nine sword strikes!
The Nine Swords Return to One was the first level of this sword technique that Su Qing passed down to him.
He had already mastered it quite well; although he hadn't reached the level of perfect mastery, it had already unleashed terrifying power.
With a single stroke, he deflected the opponent's sword, which landed on the opponent's raised shield.
With the combined power of the nine realms, even if the opponent is a whole realm higher than him, he is completely unable to resist this immense power and that unstoppable sword momentum.
The shield shattered, and the boy was blasted away, landing face-first on the edge of the ring.
A brief silence fell over the arena. Even though the fights on the other nine arenas were intense, everyone's attention was drawn to arena number five.
The scene of a single sword strike deciding the outcome was quite impactful, and everyone stared at the young man standing with his sword, unable to help but hold their breath.
"Arena No. 5, Academy - Scholarly Family..."
The referee was about to announce the winner, but halfway through his sentence, his expression turned as if he had eaten feces, and he looked at Xiao Ji with a somewhat sinister gaze.
After saying his name three times, the referee finally read it out haltingly.
Arena number five was the first place where the battle ended. On the other arenas, the students, whether trying to hide their strength or whose fighting abilities were roughly equal, continued to fight fiercely.
Xiao Ji walked back to the platform and looked at Su Qing expectantly. Su Qing did not disappoint him and nodded at him: "You did a good job. You'll get extra chicken legs when you get back!"
After offering a compliment, Su Qing turned her gaze back to the stage, watching the young boys playfully fighting, especially on stage number two, which she found quite fascinating.
There were two girls fighting fiercely, both knights, tearing each other's clothes to shreds without any regard for etiquette.
In contrast to Su Qing's detached state of mind, the other deans' eyes flickered slightly as they recalled the sword strike Xiao Ji had just unleashed.
That sword strike was incredibly powerful, unleashing a strength far beyond his level. How many of his students could withstand that strike?
The three deans of the higher education institutions exchanged glances, silently calculating the numbers in their minds.
Of the ten men they sent out, only half could withstand this sword strike.
However, arena battles are not simply a comparison of strength, but require real combat. With certain techniques, it is possible to avoid this sword strike.
This was their idea, as well as the thoughts of the other deans of the colleges.
Su Qing had no idea what they were thinking. After more than half an hour, the competition between the second group of students officially ended.
The two girls that Su Qing was paying attention to were the last group to finish. The two girls fought fiercely, and their clothes were almost completely torn off.
I don't know why, but compared to the physical fights between men, women always seem to prefer tearing clothes and scratching faces.
"Look at that little face, it's all disfigured! Her nose is flat, and her eyes are swollen!"
Su Qing couldn't help but sigh. Dean Qinghe, standing next to her, looked completely bewildered. What the hell were you focusing on?
The battle of the third group began, and no one from the scholarly family took to the field.
Su Qing glanced at the list and, seeing no one had made any outstanding contributions, continued to flip through the information in her hand with disappointment.
Group 4, Group 5!
When it came to the sixth group, the chubby girl behind Su Qing walked out while gnawing on a greasy pork knuckle: "Principal, I'm going down!"
Su Qing nodded, finally turning her gaze back to the arena.
Vivi is in the sixth group of the tenth arena, and her opponent is from Gaosuo Academy.
This can be seen from the cheers and applause that erupted around the young man as soon as he stepped onto the stage.
Playing at home still has its advantages; at least the invisible pressure is immense.
But clearly, the chubby foodie didn't care at all, carrying a staff that weighed at least several dozen kilograms.
Her opponent, a skinny boy, was also a mage, holding an exquisite and luxurious wooden staff. His expression was solemn and serious, a stark contrast to the chubby girl who was gnawing on a pork knuckle.
"Gorso Academy, Marlowe!"
"oh!"
Fat Weiwei responded expressionlessly and continued to focus on the elbow in her hand.
This attitude of ignoring him infuriated Marlowe, who glared angrily at the other person.
Fat Weiwei didn't care at all. After finishing the pork knuckle, she wiped her greasy hands on her body before looking at Marlowe.
"Dragon Territory, Academy - Scholarly Family, Class Monitor of Class Four, Weiwei!"
Marlowe snorted and raised his staff to begin chanting a spell.
However, after uttering only five or six syllables, a steel staff lashed out at him.
The heavy, whistling sound sent chills down my spine.
A light shone from Marlowe's body; it was the instinctive protective shield emitted by magical protection.
However, it was smashed open and the person was forcefully pulled off the stage.
The scene was deathly silent again.
All eyes fell on the girl with her sleeves rolled up, her arms bulging with muscles, and her hand holding a steel staff. They couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Isn't she a mage?"
Dean Qinghe, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but ask the question that the other deans had been wondering about.
Su Qing glanced at him: "He's a mage, just a bit stronger!"
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