"Who is it?"
With a loud bellow, Kaunitz, who was in mid-air, twisted his waist and punched out fiercely towards the silhouette with his fair fist.
The other side chuckled and punched out as well. Kaunitz felt an earth-shattering force rush into his body from the fist, and the overbearing force directly sent him flying.
Bang! Amidst the loud sound, Kaunitz was sent flying over twenty meters away. He knelt on the ground, feeling that his entire right arm was extremely sore and numb. The vital energy and blood in his body were churning, and he could not exert any strength for a long time.
He lifted his head and looked in disbelief at the man who had sent him flying.
"Robert?"
The man laughed and turned to squeeze his way out of the gate. He was over two and a half meters tall, and his limbs were as thick as bridge piers.
There were many burly Warriors in the drill ground, but when they stood next to him, they were all as laughable as children.
Wherever the man passed by, he was like a wild boar sprinting through the fields. Wherever he passed by, the crowd was easily pushed aside like rice. With a few strides, he was the first to dash out of the drill ground.
"Hahahaha, the Prefectural Champion this time around can only be me, Robert Abel."
As he laughed maniacally, he had already rushed out like a tornado.
"Robert Abel?"
"How is that possible? He should be the Dojo Master of the Tyrant Fist Dojo? "
"Isn't he already at the first transition?"
"This guy." Kaunitz clenched his teeth. Eldest Martial Brother Ogden walked over from behind and asked with concern, "Young Master Kaunitz, are you alright?"
Kaunitz let out a cold snort and could not be bothered to reply. He dashed out once again. This time around, he was filled with anger and showed no mercy. He was like a crazed elephant, and wherever he passed by, people would be thrown off their feet.
'Damn it, has Robert disbanded the Tyrant Fist Dojo?' Kaunitz thought to himself, 'If he disbanded the sect and defected to the Empire, even if he had already gone through the first transition, he would still be qualified to participate in the Prefectural Selection.'
Kaunitz knew that the Tyrant Fist Dojo was only a third-rate sect, and their legacy was only that of the first transition. As the Dojo Master, Robert was only at level thirteen or fourteen of the first transition.
Normally, he wouldn't even care about a Knight-level warrior like this. Even if he couldn't compare to the other party, his background was more than enough to suppress the other party.
However, in the Prefectural Selection, it was almost impossible for him to win against his opponent and get first place based on his own abilities.
For a Warrior like Robert who had already completed the first transition, his goal was the Regional Selection, which was above the Prefectural Selection.
With Robert's sudden appearance, the atmosphere became even more solemn.
As Kaunitz dashed out of the drill ground, three more figures broke through the crowd and dashed out. Dozens of people in front of them screamed in pain. They were either grabbed, pushed, or thrown out by the three people.
The three of them were one woman and two men, all of whom had blonde hair and blue eyes. They more or less had the same temperament as Kaunitz.
One of the women had a pale complexion, as if she had never seen the sun. Her figure was slender and graceful, like a fairy from the legends. With a few strides, she had already approached Kaunitz.
Of the two men behind her, one had bronze-colored skin, black hair, and was dressed entirely in beast skin, as if he was a savage who had come out from the mountains.
The other man was dressed entirely in white and had a cloak, looking spotless. When he looked at everyone before him, there seemed to be a hint of disdain in his eyes.
As the four of them dashed forward, a huge force slammed into the ground, causing them to tear through the air like cannonballs, chasing after Robert.
The woman laughed coldly and said, "Haha, seems like the fight for the Prefectural Champion this time around will be between our four academies and Robert."
Kaunitz turned a deaf ear to what she said. He continued to adjust his breathing and the rhythm of his muscles, trying his best to conserve his energy. As for the one woman and two men, he was very familiar with them.
As academies that were comparable to Tresia Academy, other than The School of Sword Arts and Kirst Royal Academy, there were four other academies that were also known as the Seven Pearl Academies.
The three people before him were the representatives from the other three academies.
The woman who had spoken was Fei Yang Knight Academy's representative, Barbara.
The bronze-skinned savage was Shadow Moon Academy's representative, Boris.
The remaining man dressed in white was Kirst Aristocrat Academy's representative, Ferdinand, who had been established together with Kirst's aristocrats.
As they continued to dash forward, in the blink of an eye, they had already run out of the city. Other than Robert, they had become the second group, leaving the other Warriors far behind.
Barbara saw that the three men were running with their heads covered, ignoring her, and her pale face broke into a cold smile. She continued, "The latest news is that Robert has already completed the first transition and reached level 15. Disregarding his comprehension, just based on his attributes and techniques, he's definitely above us. It's impossible for us to fight for first place and become the Prefectural Champion by ourselves."
The savage from Shadow Moon Academy, Boris, said, "You want to join forces? How do I know if the people from Fei Yang Knight Academy are trustworthy? "
"Haha." Barbara smiled and said, "Savage, at least we can wait until we've dealt with Robert first before deciding on the winner.
"There are three stages in the Prefectural Selection's assessment. They are physical strength, techniques, and comprehension potential.
"However, other than the first stage, which tests your physical strength, the other two stages are related to the direction of your martial arts cultivation."
There were countless Warriors in the Empire, but when the Empire organized the selection, they divided the factions into five main categories.
They were sabers and swords, staffs and staffs, bows and crossbows, unarmed, and miscellaneous.
Barbara from Fei Yang Knight Academy continued, "Our academy specializes in archery. Savage, you've learned grappling, grappling, fist arts, and wrestling in the Shadow Moon Academy, right?"
She then looked at Ferdinand, whose clothes were whiter than snow, and said, "Kirst Aristocrat Academy is most famous for spear arts, right?" Spear arts were naturally considered under the staffs category.
"As for Kaunitz, you'll naturally be tested on sword arts.
"Therefore, other than the first stage's physical strength, the four of us don't have much of a competition for the next two stages. As long as we join forces and win against Robert, we'll be able to take the top four places. "As for who gets first place in the Prefectural Selection, that'll depend on our own abilities."
Shadow Moon Academy's Boris said unhappily, "Robert specializes in the Tyrant Fist. If that's the case, won't I have to compete with Robert in the next two stages?"
"Hahahaha." Barbara let out a long laugh and said, "Then you can only blame your bad luck. In any case, we're not allowed to fight to the death in the Prefectural Selection. But with the four of us joining forces, it won't be difficult for us to delay Robert. "
Battles were prohibited in the Prefectural Selection, but as long as there were no injuries or injuries, no one would care about collisions and squeezes during running.
"Let's do it," Kaunitz said calmly.
The other two exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.
But just as they were discussing, a loud thumping sound pounded on their hearts like drumbeats. A violent force struck the ground, causing the three of them to feel as if the ground was trembling.
"Who's that?"
The four of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a figure dashing toward them, leaving behind a series of afterimages. The speed at which he dashed made it seem as if he was bringing along a strong gust of wind. Wherever he passed by, sand and pebbles would be sent flying. In almost an instant, he had crossed a distance of tens of meters and overtaken the four of them, leaving behind a blurry shadow. The four of them wanted to stop him, but they could not change their direction in time.
Kaunitz's eyes widened as he looked at the figure that was about to become a small dot in the blink of an eye. He said in a low voice, "Fang Xingjian?"
The four of them shouted, "After him!"
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