Behind the competition stage, several high platforms were also built. Not only were all the instructors of the academy present to watch, but the heads of the major families in Anyun were also present in person, and the eight major families in the capital were naturally among them.
As a bell rang, the entire square fell silent, and Long Congyuan slowly walked onto the competition stage.
"Today marks the Longyan College Freshman Competition. For hundreds of thousands of years, countless Anyun warriors have risen to fame through this battle, embarking on their own path to becoming a powerful warrior, and even becoming famous through the ages.
"I hope that in this competition, you can continue the glory of your predecessors and become powerful warriors admired by everyone like them!" Long Congyuan raised his voice, and his powerful voice seemed to resonate in everyone's heart, making their blood boil.
Thunderous cheers rang out in the square.
"Also, some people may have heard the news. In order to encourage the winner, this time, the academy will give out a rare treasure passed down from ancient times as a reward. I hope you will go all out and do your best!" Long Congyuan's subsequent words pushed the atmosphere in the square to a climax.
Although I had heard that the college attached great importance to this freshman competition and the rewards offered were far greater than those of previous freshman competitions, rumors were just rumors after all. Hearing Long Congyuan admit it himself, it was still inevitable that people were fascinated.
"Now, I declare that the competition begins." Amid the cheers of the crowd, Long Congyuan shouted and walked down from the competition stage.
Nine horns sounded in succession, and the square gradually returned to calm.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Hanyan and the other sixteen disciples who were participating in the competition were also invited to the competition stage and drew lots to determine their opponents.
The rules of the freshman competition are very simple. The sixteen people are divided into eight groups and compete against each other one by one. The winners enter the next round and draw lots to compete again until only two people are left. Then a final battle will be held to select the strongest one.
"The first match, Guan Shanhe versus Qi Kaiyun!" After the nine trumpet sounds, Mu Hanyan and the other sixteen people had finished drawing lots. A mentor walked to the platform and read loudly.
"Guan Shanhe will win!"
"Qi Kaiyun will win!" The excited shouts of the academy disciples rang out from the audience.
After all, they are elite and powerful people among Anyun's younger generation who have been famous for a long time. Not long after they joined the academy, they had a lot of fans.
Mu Hanyan was also a little excited. In her previous life, she had long heard of the names of Guan Shanhe and Qi Kaiyun. This first competition was an encounter between such strong opponents. She could also see how powerful these two people really were.
"Brother Guan, please!"
"Junior Brother Qi, please!" The two men seemed to know each other and didn't say much. After greeting each other, they drew their swords.
In an instant, two powerful sword powers enveloped the entire venue, and the originally noisy square suddenly became much quieter.
"Sixth-level Swordsman!" Everyone exclaimed with excitement and anticipation.
Mu Hanyan was no exception; she hadn't expected these two to possess such strength. The encounter between these two powerful individuals was a rare eye-opening opportunity, even for a master of her strength, and she could gain a great deal of insight from their clash.
As the sword shone, Guan Shanhe and Qi Kaiyun fought fiercely.
As the incomparably powerful sword light slashed across, the arena was swept by a violent wind, with sand and rocks flying everywhere. Mixed in with it was the sound of wind and thunder, which made people's hearts palpitate.
With a muffled cry, the wind and clouds dispersed, and Qi Kaiyun's slender figure flew out from the competition stage, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, staining his chest clothes with blood. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The battle between masters is indeed extremely dangerous!
"Guan Shanhe wins." As the instructor announced the result of the competition, cheers rang out from the audience again, but the atmosphere in the square was less jubilant and more solemn!
Guan Shanhe quickly stepped down and the competition continued.
Just like the first match, every round ended with someone seriously injured. After all, the prize for this freshman competition was too generous, and no one was willing to give up easily. Without a life-and-death struggle, it was difficult to determine the winner.
The competition continued, the cheers continued, but the atmosphere on and off the field became increasingly grim, and even had a sense of cruelty.
In fact, it wasn't just this competition that was cruel. The way of the strong was inherently cruel!
"The fourth match is Mu Hanyan against Chang Lie!" The instructor's voice sounded again.
Below the stage, the cheers paused slightly, and everyone looked towards Mu Hanyan behind the competition stage.
Compared to other people's competitions, they are more looking forward to Mu Hanyan's match. After all, he is the number one playboy in Longyan who crippled two mentors just a few days after being admitted to the hospital. It is impossible not to look forward to it.
But who is Chang Lie? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of such a person before.
Not to mention others, even Mu Hanyan didn't know who this person was. She just saw him for the first time when she was drawing lots just now.
"Mu Hanyan, come up and die!" Just as everyone was secretly guessing, a strong young man flew onto the stage and roared wildly with his head raised.
"Mu Hanyan, come up and die." His voice echoed in the square. Everyone was stunned, and Mu Hanyan also frowned.
Who on earth was this person, speaking so arrogantly? Mu Hanyan stared at the man, but found that she had no impression of him at all, let alone that she had ever offended him. However, she didn't know why he was so rude.
There are too many ignorant people in the world, and Mu Hanyan was too lazy to think too much. She jumped up and went onto the competition stage.
"You are Mu Hanyan, the disciple of that old immortal Gong Hongru, but you are nothing more than that!" Chang Lie glanced at Mu Hanyan and said contemptuously.
"How dare you disrespect my master." Although Mu Hanyan was speechless about Gong Hongru's habit of secluding himself for "a few days" and then disappearing, he was still a disciple after all, and would not tolerate anyone insulting his master like this, so she shouted sternly.
"Hmph, I knelt on the ground for three days back then, begging him to accept me as his disciple, but he was blind and rejected me. Today I will show him how big a mistake it was for him to refuse to accept me as his disciple. I will let him see how vulnerable the disciple he chose is." Chang Lie said with hatred.
"I remember that twelve years ago, a young man from the royal family of Northern Qi came to worship Lord Gong as his teacher. He knelt in the snow for three days and three nights in the middle of winter. However, Lord Gong not only refused to let him in, but also said that he was narrow-minded and would never achieve great things. The man left in shame and anger. It turned out to be him." Someone in the audience remembered something and said in surprise.
"I also heard that this man later became a disciple of Qi Fengchen, the great swordsman of Northern Qi. When Qi Fengchen was young, he had a fight with Lord Gong. The two fought for three days and three nights. In the end, Qi Fengchen was defeated with one move. From then on, he regarded Lord Gong as his mortal enemy." A person next to him said thoughtfully.
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