There were so many students here, and not all of them had good tempers.
They couldn't participate in the battle, but they could still talk.
"Hey, buddy, don't just focus on defense, take the initiative and attack!"
"Hit its waist, left side … now right side!"
"Attack its lower body, attack its lower body!"
"Holy f * ck, why are you so stupid …"
The male in the middle of the battle: "…"
In the beginning, there were several dozen instructors instructing him, but they soon discovered that the male didn't seem to understand anything at all!
Slowly, the tone of the conversation began to change.
"Are you done yet? Just surrender if you can't do it!"
"Wasting other people's time is the same as murdering them! You're murdering thousands of people!"
"Is this a f * cking turtle? It's always on the defense! "
"Did he learn this from God An? Could it be that he's going to be a tortoise together with him?"
An Lin's body swayed violently upon hearing this.
Who the f * ck was the one who said that? Come out and I promise I won't beat you to death!
Xu Xiaolan and Su Qianyun had also heard this, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
As the saying goes, a prolonged defense is bound to fail. In the end, it was the divine sense of the battle that broke through the man's Qi-Jin defense and pierced through his chest.
The male closed his eyes in bliss. In the end, it was the divine intent of the battle that broke through the male's energy barrier and punctured his chest.
The male closed his eyes in bliss. It was already a huge win for him to have thousands of students spectate one of his matches before he graduated …
The gate to the second level of the Immortal Spirit Tower slowly opened, and everyone climbed up the stairs to the second level in no time.
This time, over seven thousand divine intents converged in the air before pouncing toward the students on the ground below.
An Lin also slapped the divine intent of the battle to death with a palm.
The divine intents this time weren't much more powerful than the ones from last time, but over a thousand students were still eliminated.
Thus, the third level, the fourth level, the fifth level …
To An Lin and the other powerful seeded participants, these divine intents could be taken care of in a single round. However, it took a long time for the other students to be defeated.
On the twentieth level, An Lin also slapped the divine intent of the battle to death with a palm.
He raised his head and looked around. Only a thousand people were still fighting.
And now, he had stayed in the tower for an entire day.
The novelty brought about by entering the tower had already passed. An Lin and the others were bored to death and gathered together to gamble …
An Lin spread out a pile of cards with numbers on them. There were ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, all the way to one hundred.
"I'll bet on this trial ending in thirty minutes!" Xuanyuan Cheng pulled out ten thousand spirit stones from his storage ring and stacked them on the table.
"Heh heh …" Liu Qianhuan chuckled disdainfully. "Do you really expect these stupid students to finish their battle in thirty minutes? I bet more than a hundred minutes! "
"Then … then I'll also bet on more than 100 minutes."
Su Qianyun pondered for a few seconds before deciding to follow Liu Qianhuan's lead. She placed 10,000 spirit stones on the '100' card. In reality, the odds of winning on the '100 minutes' card were the highest. It was just that the odds were quite low.
Xu Xiaolan paused momentarily before placing 10,000 spirit stones on the '50 minutes' card. "I'll bet fifty. I've never won this number before …"
Tang Ximen scratched his head. "I'll bet sixty!"
Lu Zhan took a deep breath. "I'll bet seventy!"
An Lin placed 10,000 spirit stones on the '100' card. "I'll bet more than a hundred."
"Start the countdown!"
Thirty minutes later, Xuanyuan Cheng looked at the dozens of people still fighting on the platform with a resentful expression. "Why do you always disappoint me? Don't you know how hard it is to earn money? Ten thousand spirit stones … "
Fifty minutes later, Xu Xiaolan pursed her lips and looked at An Lin with a teary expression.
An Lin smiled warmly. "Don't worry, Xiaolan. I'm rich enough to make you lose a few thousand times!"
A vibrant smile appeared on Xu Xiaolan's face. "I like what you're saying. I'll come back to you for more money when I run out of money!"
"You can come back even if you have money!" An Lin replied.
Liu Qianhuan's expression darkened. "You're already gambling, but you're still showing off to single people? Is that really a good idea?"
"F * ck him up, f * ck him up! That's right!" Tang Ximen roared with excitement.
Everyone looked at the battle on the field with nervous expressions. Finally, after a series of intense rumbling sounds, the last Divine Sense Warrior was shattered by a spell.
An Lin looked at the time. It was quite clear that Tang Ximen, who had bet 60 points, had won.
"Hahahaha … I'm not going to hold back then!" Tang Ximen chortled like a fifty-kilogram child as he swept away all the spirit stones in front of him.
He had guessed very accurately these past few times, and he had already won a few times, so he was very happy.
Of course, he was also happy because he could finally beat these supremely talented prodigies with his own strength, even though it was only in terms of gambling …
But this was also one of his abilities! He was going to beat up anyone who said this wasn't a part of his strength!
It had to be said that An Lin and the others' gambling was a very beautiful sight to behold in the Immortal Spirit Tower.
Many students imitated their behavior. Some gambled on the time, while others gambled on the outcome of a battle. In any case, there were all kinds of gamblers. It couldn't be helped, it was just too boring …
Cultivate, you say? Come on, my strength has been restricted to one percent of my original strength, how the f * ck am I supposed to cultivate?!
An Lin and the others all heaved forlorn sighs at Tang Ximen's victory before continuing on to the next level.
This time, the number of students had been reduced to around a thousand.
These thousand students were the elite students of Xiuxian United University, and even the weakest among them was of the Ninth Stage Dao Body.
On the twenty-first level.
Boom!
Terrifying auras converged in the air, immediately following which a series of powerful divine-intent battle masters began to appear.
All of them had their own domains, which were either bone-chilling or scorching.
An Lin was a little surprised. "Looks like all of our opponents this time are divine-intent battle masters of the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage."
Xuanyuan Cheng nodded. "Many students will be able to observe many things in advance by using them as opponents. Our university sure is generous."
A man with gale-force winds swirling around his body had already pounced toward An Lin as he spoke.
An Lin raised a palm and slapped the man away again …
"Of course, it's still not going to be of much help to us." Xuanyuan Cheng heaved a forlorn sigh before slashing his finger through the air toward the oncoming opponent, upon which he was sliced in half.
Thus, the crowd began to gather and gamble again …
This time, Big Brother Cheng chose to trust his classmates, and he finally won once.
The battle concluded after around thirty minutes.
There was no helping it. Both sides were divine-intent battle masters of the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage, and the battle was extremely intense. Even if some of the students wanted to slack off, they wouldn't have enough energy to last that long!
Big Brother Cheng was extremely elated. It was as if his trust had been repaid.
This time, the number of students decreased drastically from a thousand to just over six hundred …
Immediately afterward, from the twentieth level all the way to the thirtieth level, there were only divine-intent battle masters of the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage.
At the thirty-first level, there were only two hundred people.
On the thirty-first level, there were divine-intent battle masters of the Soul Formation Initial Stage.
An Lin slapped his opponent to end the battle again …
On the forty-sixth level, there were divine-intent battle masters of the Soul Formation Intermediate Stage.
An Lin slapped his opponent twice to end the battle …
On the sixty-first level, there were divine-intent battle masters of the Soul Formation Final Stage.
An Lin slapped his opponent to death for three years.
The seventieth floor was also the floor where Senior Tang had suffered a grievous defeat.
An Lin finally encountered some challenges …
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