Two days later, the Rising Stars Tournament's group stage was drawing to a close. Since it was held in a basement battle room, the results and the winners were kept secret, with only a few students knowing the outcome.
"The competition will be over today and the top 16 will be decided."
After class, Alena walked among the group and talked.
"Yes, it's a pity that I have been eliminated." Niya said with a bit of regret, but she was not very disappointed because she was aware of her own strength.
"It's up to Roland and Lettice next. You two should have advanced."
"There's one last game tonight." Lettice smoothed her hair, as if she was thinking about something.
"There really are many hidden talents among Emenas' classmates."
"Haha, Lettice has suffered too. Didn't you say before that you wanted to win the championship?" Alena said jokingly.
"It's better than some people who didn't even participate in the competition."
After Lettice and Alena quarreled for a few words, they slowly separated on the road, and Loran Hill and Lettice walked towards different underground passages respectively.
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In the teaching hall, in the underground battle room.
Under the dim light, two young men were fighting fiercely on the ground. One had short dark red hair and wielded two swords, while the other had gray-black hair and two triangular ears.
After several exchanges, the two separated. Rock gripped his swords tightly, breathing heavily. Although the ground was cool, his forehead and back were already drenched with sweat. In just seven or eight minutes, the training was more intense and exhausting than a full day's training.
The opponent was a young orc from the Wolf-Eared Tribe. Compared to himself, he could clearly sense the murderous intent in his moves. Although he was about the same age, he must have killed someone before. Once those moves were used, they were meant to take lives. Facing such an enemy, he could not relax at all.
"That's really weird." The wolf-eared boy opposite tilted his mouth with interest.
"Your style is clearly that of an assassin, relying on fast to strike fast. But your moves are too peaceful, not brutal at all."
"You haven't even killed anyone, do you still want to be an assassin?" As he spoke, he tossed the dagger in his hand. After being attached with crimson magic power, the wooden dagger flashed with a dangerous light.
"Assassins also need a legitimate reason to kill people." Rock shook his head. He had his own opinion.
"It's funny. You don't seem to be born into a noble family, so how can you be so naive? It's really disgusting—"
The gray-black figure rushed over waving a dagger and a short sword, like lightning in the dark night.
clang--
After the two swords collided, they shook violently, and then one of them cracked and broke directly.
Rock discarded the broken sword and used the other to block. Then, he clenched his right fist and swung it out hard, hitting the opponent's chest directly, causing him to groan. The opponent was not to be outdone and kicked Rock in the abdomen, sending him flying.
After the two continued to clash several times, Rock then grabbed the wrist of the sword and the two began to fight on the ground. Because the two were of similar strength, after losing their weapons, both sides could only rely on physical strength and endurance to fight.
A fist struck Rock's left cheek hard, shaking off countless tiny beads of sweat and causing him to momentarily lose consciousness. But a moment later, Rock returned the blow, his fist slamming heavily into the opponent's eye socket, causing his remaining eye to swell.
Both sides rolled on the ground, losing their former speed. They fought in the simplest way, punching each other. At such a close distance, neither could dodge, and they could only endure silently, then accumulate strength to deliver another punch.
Until the end, both of them were bleeding and dying.
Shaking his dizzy and painful head, Rock staggered back into battle, while his opponent fell at his feet, unconscious.
Did you win?
His mind was still a little unclear, and it took him a while to hear the referee on the ceiling announce the victory. Only then did he fall down with satisfaction.
In another battle room, Roland faced Ye Ling.
"It's Sister Luo Lan."
Ye Ling wore a moon-white robe with bamboo shadows painted on it in light ink. Her long ponytails cascaded down her sides to her waist. Upon seeing Loran Hill, she politely bowed before slowly floating upwards.
"Ye Ling will do his best." After saying this, his silver pupils turned into pure red, and the air seemed to be filled with the faint sound of a dragon's roar.
Loran Hill raised his head and looked at the flying Night Spirit. His hands were spread out, and under his nimble wrists were long sleeves. As the sleeves slowly waved, a trail of afterimages was left in the air.
These afterimages seemed to be real, like transparent glass walls, advancing forward. If it were an ordinary student, he would probably suffer internal injuries, and if it were an ordinary animal, he would probably be crushed into pieces of flesh and blood.
Ye Ling really thinks highly of me, Loran Hill thought, and he used his ultimate move right from the start. The transparent barrier in front of him rushed over quickly, and the air was compressed. The airflow and whistling brought about blew up the dust and gravel on the ground, and rolled them far away.
It seems that I can't hold back anymore.
With this thought in mind, Loran Hill closed his eyes and then opened them again.
Her long black hair was scattered into strands, swaying rapidly in the air current, and her blood-red eyes were like a scarlet moon wandering in the dark night.
The blood-colored spears condensed in the air again, but this time they did not stop. The bright red magic power seemed to be inexhaustible and continued to gather in the air. Finally, seven spears like blood crystals floated in the air.
As his arm swung forward, the spear shot out with a buzzing sound, and a series of crackling sounds were heard. Before Ye Ling could make the next reaction, the rapidly rushing spear broke through layer after layer of barriers, directly lifted the corner of the clothes on the edge of the body, and nailed it to the wall behind him, making him unable to move.
"I lost." Seeing the sharp gun blade falling on his shoulder, Ye Ling surrendered decisively without any hesitation.
Then the red crystal spear slowly dissipated, and the Night Spirit slowly fell from the air and was caught by Loran Hill and held in his arms.
She buried her head in Loran Hill's arms and acted coquettishly, her off-white twin ponytails swaying. After a while, she raised her head and spoke in a low voice.
"Sister Luo Lan is awesome, but you have to compensate me for my clothes."
After she finished speaking, she waved her torn sleeves and robe. The previous attack had caused several small holes in the sleeves, shoulders and waist, revealing the delicate and tender skin underneath.
"Okay, okay, I really can't help you. You didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Luo Lanxier said soothingly while holding Ye Ling, who looked like a sister. She was a little suspicious that the little girl was doing it on purpose. Because some time ago, she heard Luo Lanxier say that she could make clothes, and she was very envious.
"It's a deal, Sister Luo Lan."
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