Yang Yitian sneezed eight or nine times in a row. He rubbed his nose and said, "I think I might catch a cold."
Qi Zhiheng glanced at him and said, "You're overthinking it. Maybe those disciples are just thinking about how to beat you up." Cultivators are usually quite sensitive to their own situations, so it's normal for them to sneeze nine times in a row as a warning.
Yang Yitian: "..." Does having low cultivation mean you have no rights? They all want to beat me up.
"Quiet." A dignified voice rang out. The surroundings fell silent.
"I am the person in charge of this competition, that is, your vice dean. I am Xi Wen, you can call me Vice Dean Xi. Next, I will explain the rules for the competition." After introducing himself, Xi Wen listed the rules for the competition.
First, each disciple in classes B, C, and D has three opportunities to challenge their opponent.
Class B disciples can choose Class A disciples as their opponents first. If they feel they are not confident, they can give up their right to challenge in this competition.
After the disciples of Class A have finished their challenges, the disciples of Class C will have the opportunity to challenge Class B and Class A again. If they are not confident of victory, they can also give up their challenge qualification.
The disciples of Class D are the ones who, in the end, have the qualification to challenge Classes A, B, and C.
Most people will choose to take on the challenge, while some will not. After all, a person's experience is limited. If they get injured in the challenge and are then challenged by students from other classes, they may lose their class position.
Secondly, after accepting five challenges, the disciples of Class A are exempt from accepting a sixth challenge.
Third, drawing lots. The students from Class B who started first drew lots to determine their order of appearance.
After all the students in Class B finished their competition, the students in Class C took over, and finally Class D did so.
Yang Yitian asked Qi Zhiheng somewhat nervously, "I don't know if I have enough talismans. Will all those people come to challenge me?"
Qi Zhiheng comforted him, "It's okay, you'll be living with me anyway, so it won't make a difference if you get defeated."
Yang Yitian: "..." Damn it, I wasn't comforted at all!
The Dean of the Yuansheng Academy and several elders sat on the judging platform. This was the second time everyone had seen the Dean. One of the elders stepped onto the platform and announced, "Class B disciples, begin the drawing of lots."
Someone carrying a box walked to the location of Class B, and one person drew a number.
"The disciple who drew number one will go up and choose their opponent."
Soon, a burly man revealed his number: "Number one is me!" He then leaped onto the battle platform.
He glanced at Yang Yitian a few times, then looked regretful.
Yang Yitian said, "Why is he staring at me like that? Could it be that he really wants to choose me?"
Fortunately, the burly man ultimately chose one of Yang Yitian's thinner disciples, who was two positions away from him.
The thin disciple stepped forward to accept the challenge.
One was a burly man nearly two meters tall, while the other was small and thin, only about 1.6 meters tall. The contrast between the two standing together was striking.
Yang Yitian asked, "Who will win?"
Qi Zhiheng first observed the battle between the two and confidently stated, "The shorter one will win."
Looking at the short guy running around the field and the big guy chasing after him with a large knife, Yang Yitian couldn't tell who was better or worse.
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