During the day's rest, the judges also announced the name list of the top 64 in the young group. Xie Cang and Bai Shuang each had two personal students on the list.
If it was in the past, this would definitely be a dazzling result. But this year, it wasn't enough because all three of Sun Mo's personal students had been selected.
Hence, those reporters were like crazy, digging up stories about Sun Mo and his students.
Other than them being interested, it also represented a lot of royalties. The bosses of various newspaper companies were spending a lot of money to invite them.
Right now, Sun Mo was the hottest rising star. What Skyraise Academy's Bai Shuang? What Black-White Academy's Jie Xuan? Jixia Learning Palace's Xie Cang?
The citizens only wanted to read news about Sun Mo.
Right now, as long as it was a newspaper with Sun Mo's story, any one of them would be able to sell tens of thousands of copies. It was equivalent to half a year's worth of sales.
One could say that Sun Mo had single-handedly saved Westmountain City's newspaper industry. Moreover, in the next ten years, no one would be able to break this popularity.
Hence, Sun Mo sat at home and the favorable impression points kept falling!
Although they were given by a few to over ten people, there were too many of them. After a day, he had earned over 30,000 points.
After all, a small amount made a mickle.
These favorable impression points all came from the citizens of Westmountain City. In fact, some people had already inquired about Sun Mo's residence and brought their children over to acknowledge him as their personal teacher.
This scene caused the other examinees in the hotel to feel extremely envious.
However, Sun Mo had tactfully rejected them. What if the students or their parents regretted it in the future?
At the same time the name list was released, the lot-drawing ceremony was also held.
Sun Mo had the qualifications to represent his three personal students to draw lots, but he rejected it and let Xuanyuan Po and the other two do it themselves. After all, this was a battle that belonged to them.
Actually, Sun Mo wanted to let Lu Zhiruo do it for him, but he was really afraid that the papaya girl's luck would be too explosive and she would directly draw the best lot.
After all, Sun Mo didn't have too much desire for the championship. He wanted to see his students accumulate experience and become stronger through the battles.
The 64 students were divided into four groups, 'A', 'B', 'C', and'D '. Each group had 16 people.' A 'and' B 'were the upper half, while' C 'and'D' were the lower half. They would fight one-on-one, and the victor would advance to the next round.
If one wanted to become the champion, they would have to fight a total of six rounds.
The schedule of the competition was to have one round every day until the semifinalists were decided. After that, there would be a day of rest before the championship battle would begin.
On the 16th day of the lunar calendar, the sun was shining brightly. It was a good day for a fight.
Sun Mo's group then headed toward the Westmountain Academy.
"Alright, don't pull a long face!"
Seeing that Xuanyuan Po was unhappy, Li Ziqi persuaded, "Isn't it just the'D 'group? Is there a need to be so upset?"
"Hmph!"
Xuan Yuan Po snorted and turned his head away.
"The championship trophy is still the most practical!"
Tantai Yutang understood the intentions of the combat addict. He wanted to draw the 'A' group, and he wanted to be number 1. "Speaking of which, a combat brain like you actually cares about the group and number?"
"One is the prettiest number!"
Xuanyuan Po spoke bluntly.
"What kind of aesthetic sense is that?"
The papaya girl chewed on a piece of pearflower candy and was very surprised. "I feel that '8' isn't bad!"
"Is it because of getting rich?"
Ying Baiwu's eyes brightened. She also liked eight.
"No!"
The papaya girl shook her head.
Li Ziqi giggled. It was because '8' and 'dad' had the same pronunciation. She knew that the papaya girl worshipped her father a lot.
"You are right, the champion is prettier than number 1!"
Xuanyuan Po instantly thought things through. A happy smile appeared on his face as he stretched his hand toward Lu Zhiruo. "Do you have a melon? Give me one! "
"Wait a moment!"
Lu Zhiruo quickly opened her bag and took out a round and smooth green watermelon. She lifted her right hand and smashed the watermelon.
The big watermelons in Westmountain City were the best for relieving summer heat and quenching thirst. It was a must-have item for summer.
"..."
Li Ziqi was speechless. (It would be good if your combat strength is as proficient as opening watermelons.)
"..."
Zhang Yaozong, who was following behind, had black lines on his forehead. He was also speechless. (Are you guys treating me like I don't exist? No matter what, I'm still a contender for the championship, alright?)
(Do I have no face?)
"Eat a melon!"
The papaya girl passed a melon over.
"Oh!"
Zhang Yaozong took it. After that, he beamed and passed it to Ying Baiwu. "Baiwu, eat a melon!"
Zhang Yaozong was in the 'C' group, while Jiang Leng and Ying Baiwu were in the 'A' and 'B' groups respectively. They belonged to the upper half.
"If everything goes smoothly, Teacher Sun's students would be able to join forces in the championship battle!"
Xia Yuan was envious. If they succeeded, Sun Mo's fame would definitely be unrivalled!
...
They arrived at the battle dojo.
"Teacher Sun, I'll go to the spectator stands."
Xia Yuan bade farewell and looked at Sun Mo and Gu Xiuxun with some envy as they brought their personal students to the backstage.
Zheng Hao had wanted to say that he would work hard so that she could participate in such competitions in the future. But in the end, he didn't dare to say that.
"Zheng Hao, it's good to know your own limitations, but you must also have confidence!"
Xia Yuan lectured and rubbed Zheng Hao's hair. "In my eyes, you aren't inferior to Sun Mo's students!"
"Teacher!"
Zheng Hao's eyes turned a little red.
"I'm already very satisfied that you can fight your way into the top 100. Let's go and watch the competition."
Xia Yuan led the way.
...
The moment Sun Mo entered the resting area, one-third of the examinees who had already arrived stood up and took the initiative to greet him.
"Teacher Sun, good morning!"
Xie Cang walked over and even introduced his personal students to Sun Mo.
Bai Shuang was a little more reserved and nodded from afar.
"Teacher Sun!"
Fang Wuji similarly introduced his personal students. "You've already met my student, Duan Qiao!"
When Liu Mubai saw this scene, he suddenly felt very upset. It was because Sun Mo's reputation was much greater than his, but he was clearly older than Sun Mo!
(Also, Fang Wuji, why are you so humble when facing Sun Mo?)
In the past, Liu Mubai was still a little complacent about the reputation of being one of the twin jade annulus of Jinling. But now, he didn't want to be on the same level as Fang Wuji.
Actually, even if Liu Mubai wasn't willing to admit it, he understood that after this examination, no one would mention the title of twin jade annulus of Jinling when they returned to Jinling.
Because the number one great teacher in Jinling would be Sun Mo.
"Teacher Liu, your school's Sun Mo is really impressive!"
An examinee at the side asked, "I heard that he is An Xinhui's fiance? How is the relationship between the two of them? "
Liu Mubai instantly felt depressed. (Do you know how to speak? If you don't, then shut up!)
However, after hearing An Xinhui's name, Liu Mubai's weakened battle intent rose again. (I lost, but my personal students haven't.)
"Zisheng, you have to work hard!"
Liu Mubai encouraged.
"Mn!"
Han Zisheng wanted to fight for his teacher's glory.
In the corner, Han Xi and Hua Jianmu were conserving their energy. When they saw Sun Mo, Hua Jianmu subconsciously stood up, wanting to go over and greet him. After all, Sun Mo had helped him before.
"What are you doing?"
Han Xi frowned slightly.
"Eh!"
Hua Jianmu started and sat back down. His teacher had lost to Sun Mo. Even if he didn't hate him, he definitely wouldn't admire him. Hence, if he went over to greet him, his teacher would probably be unhappy.
"Don't care about others, just focus on your meditation. When you become the champion, you will also enjoy such attention."
Han Xi placed all her hopes on Hua Jianmu. (I lost, but I still have a disciple. At the very least, I can prove that my teaching ability isn't inferior to yours.)
At 9, the competition officially started.
As expected, the viewing aspect was much better compared to before.
Jiang Leng was in the third group. His opponent was a girl.
After the two of them exchanged greetings, Jiang Leng started his frenzied attacks. On his deadman's face, there was no trace of tenderness. He was as emotionless as before.
In the spectator stands, Bai Wenzhang frowned. It was really Jiang Leng? Moreover, the spirit runes on his body had been removed.
Although he had learned a new cultivation method, his fighting style and the battle tactics that he had revealed still left his mark on it.
After all, he had personally taught him for five years.
According to Bai Wenzhang's habit, after an experiment failed, the subject would be killed to ensure that the secrets of the spirit runes wouldn't leak out. However, he liked Jiang Leng very much. For the first time, he chose to abandon him instead of killing him.
Every few days, Jiang Leng would have to endure the pain of the spirit runes' backlash. In Bai Wenzhang's opinion, Jiang Leng would definitely not be able to endure it and would commit suicide.
However, he didn't expect that not only did Jiang Leng survive, but he was also living quite well.
(Should I say 'as expected of the child I valued the most in the past?)
Very soon, Bai Wenzhang tossed away these unnecessary emotions. He used the eyes of a researcher to observe Jiang Leng and collect data.
Five minutes later, Jiang Leng won very easily. From the start to the end, he had firmly grasped the initiative of the battle.
In the preparation area, the expressions of the examinees were heavy.
No one would have expected that this young man with the word 'trash' on his forehead would be so strong. He definitely had the strength to be in the top three.
Hua Jianmu heaved a sigh of relief as a look of joy flashed on his face. If it wasn't for him picking up the dawn potion, he would definitely not be able to win against Jiang Leng.
"Teacher, I'm fortunate that I didn't disappoint you!"
Jiang Leng reported.
"Well done!"
Sun Mo praised. He wasn't surprised by this battle result. After all, geniuses with extremely high potential value were just so powerful.
Jiang Leng sat back down, but because of Sun Mo's praise, his lips curled up as a smile flashed past.
When Li Ruolan saw this scene, she immediately sensed that there must be a story between Sun Mo and Jiang Leng. If she dug it out, it would surely sell like hotcakes.
After another seven matches, it was Ying Baiwu's turn in the 'B' group.
For this match, everyone witnessed a magnificent display of archery. Ying Baiwu's opponent was a tall and muscular guy, but he didn't even manage to touch the corner of the iron-headed girl's clothes and was already crying from the arrows.
There was really no chance!
After that, it was Zhang Yaozong's turn. After spending a little more time, he also won his match. After that, Sun Mo saw Mei Ziyu's personal student, a mysterious girl wearing a cloak. She also easily defeated her opponent. After that, it was Xuanyuan Po's turn.
"Why is it someone with the surname 'Ding' again?"
When Xuanyuan Po heard his opponent's name, he scratched his head in confusion. Did he poke the Ding Clan's nest? Why were there so many of them?
The combat addict didn't know that this' Ding 'wasn't a surname. Instead, it represented the fourth generation of the Dragonspirit Manor.
When Sun Mo heard the name 'Ding Er' and was about to activate Divine Sight, the system's notification rang out.
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