When Zhou Zixi saw that she was facing Bai Liao, she felt a chill in her heart.
This white-haired creature is the second favorite to win this competition, second only to Mu Xun...
The monster with extraordinary serial number 03...
"President, can you help me calculate my chances of winning against this White Fang?" Zhou Zixi couldn't help but ask Chu Men.
Truman pushed up his glasses and said without any mercy, "If we're lucky, it'll probably be around 0.53%."
Zhou Zixi: "......"
"Don't look at me like that. Although we're from the same school, I have to tell you the truth, or I'll be hurting you." Chu Men reached out and patted his shoulder. "If it were the format of the first few rounds, I would have advised you to surrender early and avoid getting hurt. But this round is better. Since we're in an illusion, just try your best and hold on for a few more rounds. Don't let our Confucian school be too disgraced."
Zhou Zixi: "......"
The battle ended quickly.
In just three minutes, Bai Liao defeated Zhou Zixi.
"Tch..." Bai Liao curled his lip: "The second seed of Confucianism, what a rotten fish and shrimp."
He turned his head to look at the list of remaining contestants displayed on the big screen and said coldly, "Whether it's Lin Nai or Mu Xun, let me run into them as soon as possible. I can't wait to bleed them dry!"
Zhou Zixi walked down dejectedly.
"I'm sorry, President, I've disgraced Confucianism..."
Truman reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, you've done your best."
"President, it's your turn for the next match, right?" Zhou Zixi said earnestly, "You definitely have to do your best! ...By the way, who's your opponent?"
Truman slightly raised his head, looking at the list on the big screen, his eyes behind his glasses deep and unfathomable: "My rivals..."
"Next match, Confucian Academy, Chu Men vs. Ghost Valley Academy, Mu Xun!" The referee announced the lineup for the next match.
The audience couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Lin Nai was slightly taken aback when he heard the match list.
Truman remained calm. Zhou Zixi, standing beside him, gaped in disbelief, while everyone else turned to look at him in astonishment.
"Holy crap, Lao Chu, you've won the lottery!"
Meng Feifei exclaimed in surprise, "Your luck is too good! How did you run into such a monster in the top 32?"
“There’s nothing we can do about it.” Hua Lingze smiled knowingly, glanced at Chu Men, and said, “In the first round, in order to collect information on the seeded players from various universities, his kill ranking was the lowest among all the qualifiers, which resulted in his overall ranking in the first four rounds not being very high.”
Meng Feifei glanced at him and muttered, "Why do I feel like you're actually gloating a little?"
Truman's expression didn't change much. He said, "I don't care. We'll run into each other sooner or later anyway." Then he turned to look at Linnaeus and said, "Big brother, I'm going. I'll try to force him to make a few more moves."
"You don't need to worry too much about me." Lin Nai gave him a look: "Just do your best."
"Hmm." Truman responded, then took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and walked onto the ring.
"The Confucian scholar Truman and the Ghost Valley scholar Mu Xun..."
Inside the FAST telescope, university presidents, leaders, and representatives were all very excited: "Looks like this is going to be a good show!"
Guigu family's Mu Xun is the biggest favorite to win this competition.
Truman, a Confucian scholar, was a highly anticipated candidate who garnered attention from many universities before the competition.
The fact that these two players are facing off so early is sure to generate a lot of buzz.
Of course, this was except for the fact that the dean of the Confucian Academy, Elder Yan, had a melancholy expression on his face.
Encountering students from Guigu Academy is almost a guaranteed defeat...
"Haha, Elder Yan, don't look so gloomy." Tang Zhuang, the representative of the Mo family, put his arm around his shoulder with a grin. "Even if we lose, it's okay. Losing to the Guigu family isn't shameful, hahaha..."
"Get out of my way!" Old Master Yan was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his face. "Who said that our Confucian disciples would lose? The competition hasn't even started yet!"
On the field.
The audience gave it a warm cheer.
The fans of both sides shouted at the top of their lungs.
Reporters from various television stations were also snapping photos frantically near the arena and ring.
Truman and Mu Xun stood facing each other.
The referee, with a toothpick in his mouth, walked up, looked at the two of them, and said, "If there are no problems, let's start choosing the battle scene."
Mu Xun: "Mm."
Truman: "Hmm."
"So, Brother Nai, can you predict how many minutes this match will last?" Meng Feifei leaned on the railing, one hand supporting her chin.
Linnaeus: "How should I know? I'm not like Truman, whose mind is full of calculations."
Lin Nai paused. She wondered how much information Truman had actually collected about Mu Xun.
According to Truman, Mu Xun had only used one move in the previous rounds of the competition.
It's that move, "A drop in the ocean".
Therefore, Truman's forte—intelligence attacks—will probably not be of much use this time...
Lin Nai turned to look at Wan'er and said, "Wan'er, you have to watch this match carefully."
Night knew what Lin Nai meant, and obediently nodded: "Mm."
"Competition Scene: Daytime, Gobi Desert."
The toothpick referee announced the competition scene.
Soon, two beams of light descended and enveloped Mu Xun and Chu Men.
......
Truman opened his eyes.
Mu Xun also opened his eyes.
On the desolate Gobi Desert, everything was empty and barren. The ground was slightly cracked, with a few small cacti, but there was nothing else in the place.
“I didn’t expect to run into you so soon,” Truman said casually, pulling out his notebook and pen. “I haven’t finished collecting your information yet. What a blunder.”
"Let's get started." Mu Xun said expressionlessly. "I don't want to waste time."
"I thought I was pretty unfunny, but I never expected to run into someone even more boring than me here."
Truman didn't look at Mu Xun, but instead wrote something in his notebook. His voice was calm: "Since you want to start, why don't you take the initiative and attack?"
Mu Xun's eyes sharpened: "As you wish."
"Clang!"
With a piercing clang, the rusty bronze sword was drawn!
In the blink of an eye, Mu Xun appeared in front of Chu Men, his sharp bronze sword thrusting towards Chu Men's face with incredible speed!
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