More and more people are speculating, doubting, and even launching a collective attack, trying to oust Zhuge Changdeng from the stage.
Seeing this, Qinghe looked at the stage and held up five fingers, "One, two..."
Qi Rong looked at her with doting eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
"Three, four, five." Qinghe snapped his fingers. "Explosion!"
At the same time, Zhuge Changdeng's eyes sharpened, his arm trembled, a cold light flashed, and his longsword was drawn, suddenly slicing through the sky. As the sword's momentum increased, the air surged, and the longsword floated above Zhuge Changdeng's head. Every movement of the sword was full of power.
Everyone looked up and saw a vast array of star spirit birds slowly appearing above Zhuge Changdeng's head.
Someone exclaimed, "It's the Sparrow Sword!"
Everyone was startled. The Huanque Sword was one of the nine ancient famous swords of the Chaos Continent, ranking seventh. Its sword energy was sharp and unpredictable, and only those with profound cultivation could control it.
Back then, everyone in the world fought tooth and nail for these nine famous swords. I never expected to see one of them, the Huanque Sword, at this martial arts tournament today. I can't help but marvel at how amazing fate is.
Qinghe exclaimed in surprise, "This kid had a backup plan all along." She continued, "The Nine Famous Swords? I wonder if Master's Dragon Fang Sword is one of them?"
“No.” Qi Rong heard her whisper and said, “Dragon Fang is an evil sword, not a weapon of the righteous path.”
You know?
“Of course I know,” Qi Rong said, looking at her. “Because the Dragon Fang Sword was made by me.”
Qinghe's eyes suddenly widened.
The appearance of the Sparrow shocked everyone present, and those who had previously voiced their doubts fell silent.
The power of the Huanque Sword is extraordinary. The master it chooses must be highly skilled. If you displease him, you will suffer. A wise man knows when to yield. Even if that person is not Senior Zhuge, no one will dare to doubt him anymore.
On the stage, Zhuge Changdeng saw the booming sound stop, and with a gesture, the Huanque Sword returned to its sheath.
He said sternly, “Can’t we talk this out? Why do I have to resort to violence? Look at this, we’re wasting all this precious time.”
Everyone: They're turning the tables on us! How can you blame us for this?!
Zhuge Changdeng looked up at the time. "Alright, it's getting late. Let's begin."
He strode off the stage, raised an eyebrow at Luo Fan, who sighed, tossed the manuscript into his arms, and went back on stage.
"The admissions conference is about to begin. Due to the large number of attendees, we have decided to adopt a free challenge method. Anyone who is confident in their abilities can come up on stage to challenge us. In the end, we will select ten of the most outstanding monks to join the academy and fill the gaps in our future."
After Luo Fan finished speaking, he stepped off the stage. At the same time, drums sounded from the four corners of the arena, signaling the official start of the competition.
After a moment of silence, a burly man leaped onto the stage first. He held two huge machetes in his hands, and with a flick of his wrists, the machetes flew up and down, making the heavy machetes seem like insignificant toys in his hands.
"I'll go first, who dares to fight me!"
A commotion arose in the crowd, and after a moment a man in blue stepped onto the stage and said, "I'll go."
The burly man sneered and gripped his machete tightly. "Come on!"
The man in blue was polite, but when he saw that the other party had no manners at all and attacked him directly, his expression changed, and he charged forward to meet the cleaver head-on.
Qinghe grabbed a handful of dried fruit, eating as he watched. Observing the two men's cultivation and movement techniques, although their strength was comparable, the man in blue was ultimately faster.
After his defeat, the burly man, though unwilling, had no choice but to admit defeat in front of everyone. He bowed slightly and left the stage.
Afterwards, people went up on stage to challenge him, and the man in blue won every time.
Zhuge Changdeng, who was seated in the main seat, looked at him with appreciation, raised his hand and shook the copper bell beside him, and said loudly, "May I ask what this young master's name is and what school he belongs to?"
The man in blue replied, "I am Juyao, a wandering cultivator from Hushan, without any sect or affiliation."
Zhuge Changdeng: "Not bad, not bad. Your strength and agility are both extraordinary. You are a promising talent. You have made it into the shortlist."
Ju Yaoxi said, "Thank you, senior."
After stepping down from the stage, a fellow cultivator who knew him congratulated him, saying, "Congratulations, Brother Ju."
Ju Yao returned the greetings one by one, her eyes filled with undisguised joy.
His victory greatly encouraged everyone present, and people continued to come up to the stage to compete. Unfortunately, the strength of the contestants was similar, and it was difficult to determine a winner. For a time, no one could win.
Until Yu Zhi Qiu appeared.
Upon seeing her come on stage, Qinghe, who was almost asleep, twitched her eyelashes and looked up at the stage.
Seeing her like this, Qi Rong couldn't help but look at Yu Zhi Qiu, but after looking her over, she couldn't find anything special about her. She wondered why Qing He was paying so much attention to her.
As soon as Yu Zhi Qiu stepped onto the stage, someone immediately stepped forward to challenge her. The person was burly and looked disdainful, probably because the other party was a woman.
However, as it turns out, even if your opponent seems to be a frail woman, you should never underestimate her, or you will suffer a terrible fate.
Yu Zhi Qiu's technique is agile, her movements graceful yet powerful, evoking the phrase "as graceful as a startled swan, as lithe as a swimming dragon."
Unbeknownst to everyone present, Yu Zhi Qiu's movements were captivating, giving them a general understanding of the girl's strength.
The result was unsurprising; Yu Zhi Qiu naturally won.
Qi Rong turned her gaze away from the dueling platform and looked at Qing He, only to see that Qing He's delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she seemed to be thinking about something, not even noticing that the dried fruit in her hand had fallen to the ground.
After a pause, Qi Rong spoke up: "I'm getting bored watching the martial arts competition. Could you come for a walk with me?"
A gentle, magnetic voice reached her ears, and Qinghe snapped out of her daze, looked at him, paused for two seconds, and said, "Okay."
The noise and commotion faded into the distance, and the two wandered aimlessly through the college grounds.
The scenery along the way was breathtaking, but Qinghe seemed not to have fully recovered yet. She strolled along with her eyes down until she bumped into a warm chest.
Qi Rong's laughter came from above, "Silly girl, you'll bump into a tree if you keep going."
Qinghe looked behind him and indeed saw a thick, large tree.
Perhaps infected by Qi Rong's laughter, she curled her lips and let out a soft laugh, "Oh, right."
Qi Rong: "Is something on your mind?"
Qing paused, his smile vanished, and he leaned against a large tree, lowering his eyes and remaining silent.
Her emotions were somewhat abnormal. Qi Rong waited in place without asking any more questions. He knew that he must not press her for answers at this time, otherwise he would only push her into a deeper abyss.
After a long pause, Qinghe spoke, without offering any explanation, only saying, "Do me a favor."
Qi Rong looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
"Find me a body."
"What is it used for?"
Qinghe raised her eyelashes and gazed deeply at him, uttering two words: "Soul Crossing".
Back in the arena, the two sat calmly, their expressions serene, as if nothing had happened.
People continued to challenge Yu Zhi Qiu, who, though slightly tired, persisted and accepted all challengers.
Mi'er looked at her young mistress with concern, the sword in her hand clanging as she trembled with her emotions. "This competition is so unfair! So many people are putting on a tag-team battle. Even if you are stronger than them, you will eventually be defeated due to exhaustion."
Several people nearby chimed in, saying, "That's right! If you ask me, one-on-one matches are the fairest. What kind of competition is this?!"
Zhuge Changdeng glanced at the audience below, and the person who had spoken earlier immediately shut up.
"That's a woman's view! The academy has its reasons for doing this; a person's strength is not just about spiritual power."
Zhuge Changdeng deliberately raised his voice so that everyone present could hear him clearly. "If your abilities are truly outstanding, even if there are many of your opponents, they cannot do anything to you. This competition tests the methods and strategies a person uses when facing an enemy." He flicked his long robe, crossed his legs, and said leisurely, "Speaking of which, I was wondering why you all went one by one. Wouldn't it be much easier to deal with one person together?"
A murmur rippled through the crowd, and many people's eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
Upon hearing this, Mi'er immediately exclaimed, "How can this be! It's not honorable to win a contest when you're outnumbered!"
Zhuge Changdeng glanced at her indifferently and said casually, "Since you've come to participate in my academy's competition, you have to listen to me. Otherwise, I don't mind getting rid of those who question me."
"You!" Mi'er bit her lip, glaring at him resentfully, as if she wanted to stare a hole through Zhuge Changdeng.
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