After four hours, the great battle in the East Third District finally came to an end. The area was littered with corpses, and both the human and holy races had suffered heavy casualties.
However, besides these two races, another outcome has attracted much attention: the mysterious person who was forcibly dragged into the arena for a one-on-one duel by the Blood Spirit Clan's Holy Maiden.
"Why are there still no results?"
Ji Jingyun and the others looked up at the golden cage in the sky, which was the one-on-one duel space formed by the arena lock.
As for the battle between the two races, it has subsided. The Holy Spirit Clan has deployed its troops a hundred miles away, and they are also keeping an eye on their own Holy Maiden inside the arena.
"Sister, that person seems to be your friend, right?" Ji Jingyun looked at Gu Anlei suspiciously. Gu Anlei had a remarkable record in this battle, killing over a hundred Holy Spirit Clan members with just one airship.
"I wouldn't call him a friend. I found him outside!" Gu Anlei lied. Jiang Yuan was wearing a mask, so it wouldn't be appropriate for her to introduce him in any way. She could just pass the buck.
"Found it!" Ji Jingyun clearly didn't believe it. The two of them had been so close before, and now you're telling me you found someone? You should at least come up with a plausible reason.
There are many opinions from the outside world, but the situation in the ring is extremely awkward.
Jiang Yuan definitely can't beat Wei Yue, but don't forget he has a shameless trick up his sleeve: activating his defense!
That's right, he activated the Nine Spirits Demon Blood and turned on twenty-two times the defense, which led to this strange scene inside the arena.
Jiang Yuan was brutally beaten by Wei Yue, but Jiang Yuan fully displayed his rogue nature: "You want to hit me? I won't! I'll fight you hand-to-hand! I'll take the beating, my defense is high!"
Moreover, that's not the key point. The key point is that in close physical combat between men and women, some awkward scenes are inevitable, and the actions of the two at this moment are the best example.
Of course, Jiang Yuan was left with dozens of penetrating sword wounds, inflicted by Wei Yue's ink sword. However, Jiang Yuan used a rogue tactic, employing the "military strategy," to snatch her ink sword, allowing the two to continue their stalemate.
"You scumbag, let me go!"
Wei Yue cursed loudly, but she was locked to the ground by the armbar and found it difficult to break free. The reason was simple: she was a psionic and soul energy type, but lacked the strength type, which she was good at in hand-to-hand combat.
Her decision to enter the arena was impulsive, as the arena space wasn't large, offering limited room for someone with dual soul and spirit attributes to maneuver. Most importantly, this guy was practically unkillable; she'd never encountered such a disgusting person before—impossible to kill, but incredibly skilled at being annoying.
"Don't let go, or you'll want to hug me again later. You like this kind of play, but I don't!" Jiang Yuan sneered.
"Blood Spirit Kill!"
Wei Yue launched another attack, instantly knocking Jiang Yuan's arm away, and then the two of them started wrestling again.
However, after this fight, Wei Yue truly gave up on continuing to fight this scumbag. The sacrificial array had diluted most of their power, so she was no match for him now. Moreover, the situation outside was unfavorable to the Holy Spirit Clan; staying any longer risked being surrounded and attacked.
All she wanted to do now was go back and take a good shower to get rid of all the bad luck.
"What's your name!" Wei Yue glared at Jiang Yuan through gritted teeth.
Jiang Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then put it in his mouth, tasted it, clicked his tongue, and said, "I'll return your words to you: the dead don't need to know my name!"
"Coward, you're just afraid I'll retaliate against you!" Wei Yue said through gritted teeth.
"Hehe, if that's how you see it, then you can call me by my nickname!" Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes, then thought for a moment before saying, "Please call me Saintess Buster!"
"Give me back my sword!" Wei Yue said through gritted teeth.
"Beg me!" Jiang Yuan said with a wicked smile.
"Scumbag"
After 'sending off' Jiang Yuan, Wei Yue left the arena space while cursing. Jiang Yuan didn't stay either, and also left the arena space after Wei Yue left.
With a loud bang, Jiang Yuan crashed into the East Third District in freefall.
He secretly sighed with relief that the woman hadn't persisted, otherwise his Nine Spirits Demon Body would have been the first to give out. Without twenty-two times the defense, he wouldn't have been able to face the Heavenly Spirit Realm, even with his Nine Spirits Demon Body.
"Look, someone's coming out!"
When Jiang Yuan appeared, everyone at the Psionic Academy gasped in surprise.
Gu Anlei had been waiting for this. She piloted the warship and picked up Jiang Yuan directly, even staying in the air without coming down. This was because Jiang Yuan must be extremely weak at this moment, and if someone were to take advantage of the situation, it would be a fatal blow to him.
"What should we do? Should we find out about their background?" Lie Shanming asked.
Ji Jingyun said thoughtfully, "Gu Anlei has a warship on her. These two might be the core disciples of the talent. Moreover, I sensed the ethereal power of the Heavenly Dao from this mysterious person. Perhaps he is one of the candidates to compete with the Divine Emperor Family this time."
"He was the one who injured the Heavenly Spirit Realm expert with an arrow just now!" Lie Shanming said, his voice filled with deep apprehension.
"Not only that, he must have also broken the Blood Spirit Clan's sacrificial array! I can't imagine what would have happened to our Spirit Energy Academy if he hadn't helped us this time!" Ji Jingyun sighed. This was the second time since she started cultivating that she had been impressed by someone's combat prowess.
"Let's move to a different location. This place has been infiltrated by the Holy Spirit Clan; it's no longer safe!"
The Psionic Academy now has fewer than 10,000 students left. In just two days, they lost 30% of their freshmen. Such a casualty rate was unimaginable in previous freshman assessments.
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