Only Battle
"Lin Zhi, you can do it!"
"Lin Zhi, you can do it!"
Below the stage, the students of Senior Class Nine cheered in unison.
Since the battle had already reached such a stage, there was no point in saying more.
Battle!
Once on the stage, two figures and two spears clashed instantly.
The sounds of banging and clanking could be heard incessantly.
However, Mu Yun did not pay much attention to this battle. Instead, her gaze fell on Li Zelin.
Li Zelin, as the Head Teacher of Senior Class Two, was even more mysterious than Yan Yunyu in the Thunder Peak Academy.
No one knew about this guy's identity and background.
Moreover, Li Zelin would sometimes disappear for a period of time.
In the Thunder Peak Academy, the relationships between various forces and people were complicated. This was not a lie.
Now, Mu Yun realized that after entering the Senior Class, the people she met were truly amazing.
Moreover, there was a special class in the Thunder Peak Academy. The Head Teacher of the special class was definitely not ordinary. The students of the special class were even more powerful than the teachers of the Senior Class.
It seemed that things would get more and more interesting in the future.
At this moment, the battle on the stage was getting more and more intense.
Lin Zhi practiced the Wuling Spear Technique. This spear technique was originally very domineering, and it emphasized that offense was the best defense.
On the contrary, Qing Yu's spear technique was strict in defense. On the stage, one was attacking and the other was defending. Every move of the spear technique was dangerous, but every move was dazzling.
As the battle became more and more intense, injuries began to appear on both of their bodies.
Gradually, both of their breathing became heavy, obviously reaching their limits.
In the end, two muffled sounds were heard as the two figures separated upon contact.
"It seems that if we continue to fight, we won't be able to determine the winner. However, my cultivation level is one level higher than yours. Consider this battle as my loss."
Qing Yu smiled bitterly and said.
In terms of spear technique, he was on par with Lin Zhi. However, his cultivation level was higher than Lin Zhi. He did not win against Lin Zhi. In fact, he had lost.
"A loss is a loss, a win is a win. You didn't win against me, and I didn't win against you. This round, let's call it a draw!"
Lin Zhi said frankly.
Looking at each other, a smile appeared in their eyes.
The first round, a draw!
Just this result alone was enough for the students of Advanced Class 9 to cheer.
Qing Yu had already made it clear that he was the strongest person in Senior Class 2. For Lin Zhi to be able to fight to a draw with him, it was truly a miracle.
The second match was Zhan Ying's turn.
"Let me!"
Moyang said.
Zhan Ying was one of the more legendary people in Senior Class 2.
Ever since this person entered the Thunder Peak Academy, he had always been ordinary and unremarkable.
However, one day, as if he had an epiphany, this person began to advance rapidly and finally entered Senior Class 2 within a short year.
Such a person usually had the ability to disguise himself as a fool.
"Zhan Ying!"
"Moyang!"
"Hehe, your swordsmanship is very strong and I admire it. However, my Clumsy Fist was created by myself. Although it's not perfect, it should be comparable to your Sword Intent."
Zhan Ying chuckled, his face revealing a sincere smile.
"Coincidentally, my swordsmanship also needs to be honed. Clumsy Fist may seem clumsy, but it's actually filled with the ability to disguise oneself as a fool. Compared to those geniuses who were born with great talent, you will go further."
"Haha, thanks for the compliment, but I will still give it my all!"
Zhan Ying chuckled and got into a fighting stance.
He was facing Moyang's sword with his fists. It was undeniably a disadvantage.
However, he believed that his Clumsy Fist could gain the upper hand because it was created by himself.
Looking at Zhan Ying, Mu Yun could not help but admire Li Zelin.
Not only were the students he taught open and aboveboard, but each of them also had their own understanding and had their own things.
On the contrary, he only wanted to pass on martial techniques that were suitable for each student. He did not consider letting them truly explore their own potential.
"Clumsy Fist is all about clumsiness. It may seem clumsy, but it's actually smart. It seems that Moyang is going to have a tough battle."
"Teacher Mu, who do you think will win?" Huang Wuji asked anxiously.
"It should be Moyang!"
Mu Yun said softly.
Moyang should win. However, even if he won, he might have to expend a lot of energy.
Therefore, even if the ninth class defeated the second class, could the remaining first class continue to fight?
On the stage, the two figures exchanged blows. In the end, Moyang relied on his strong understanding of swordsmanship to take the lead and defeated Zhan Ying.
Looking at the cold gleam of the sword on his neck, Zhan Ying smiled bitterly. "I lost!"
"Thank you for letting me win!"
Moyang cupped his hands and walked down the stage.
The second round, the ninth class won!
Now, with one win and one draw, if the second class wanted to win, they must win the next two rounds.
Walking down the stage, Zhan Ying heaved a sigh of relief.
"How was it?" Beside him, Qing Yu smiled.
"Strong!"
Zhan Ying replied. "The ninth class came to this stage by relying on their own strength. I admit defeat wholeheartedly."
"That's right. I also did not expect that Lin Zhi's spear skills would be so perfect and mature. I guess that if it was not for the upcoming match, I would have lost long ago if Lin Zhi still had some trump cards left."
"Don't you have a trump card too?"
Qing Yu smiled bitterly and didn't say anything else.
He did have a trump card, but if he used it and lost or drew, he would expose too much.
"The third round, Liu Yu!"
"Let me do the third round!"
Geng Xinyu laughed and stepped onto the stage.
After these few rounds, Moyang and Lin Zhi had exhausted a lot of energy. It was important to win the first round, but the next round was even more important.
"Do what you can!" Moyang reminded again.
"Understood!"
Geng Xinyu naturally understood.
However, understanding was one thing, winning or losing was another.
In this battle, they could only win and not lose.
Once he won, there would be no need to continue the fourth round.
With two wins and one draw, even if the fourth round was won by the second class, it would only be a draw. In this way, the second class would still lose.
After all, they were the challengers.
Moreover, with Xiao Qingyu in the fourth round, they might not necessarily lose.
However, in order to let Xiao Qingyu rest for a while, he had to win this battle.
"Geng Xinyu, your body is very strong!"
"Thank you!"
"But this round, I, Liu Yu, must win. After all, I'm from the second class. I've given you the chance to have a fair battle. Whether you can take it away or not, it will depend on your strength!"
"Haha, don't worry, victory will definitely belong to the ninth class!"
After the pleasantries, the battle began.
Geng Xinyu cultivated the Tyrant Golden Body, his body was as hard as iron and could withstand more hits.
On the other hand, Liu Yu used a pair of iron hammers.
With the iron hammers in his hands, the wind whistled and the momentum was strong. Every time Geng Xinyu was hit to the edge and almost fell off the stage.
However, Geng Xinyu was also a ruthless person who didn't care about his life. Every time, he used his body to resist the iron hammers.
One was human flesh, the other was steel.
However, every time Geng Xinyu's body collided with the iron hammers, the clanging sound would make the crowd shudder.
"F * ck!"
Every time he collided with Geng Xinyu, Liu Yu felt as if his body was smashing into a pile of steel, shaking his arms until they were numb.
"Are you refining your body? You're simply refining your body like a profound weapon. "
"You're right, I'm refining my body like a profound weapon, an indestructible weapon!"
Geng Xinyu laughed and clenched his hands into fists. Punch after punch, he resisted Liu Yu's giant hammers.
However, every time Geng Xinyu blocked a hammer, he would seize the opportunity to punch Liu Yu.
With Geng Xinyu's current body, the explosive power of a punch was equivalent to the attack of a low-grade profound weapon.
Puff …
In the end, after Geng Xinyu's kick, Liu Yu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Defeated!
Two to one!
The ninth class won the third round again.
Laughing loudly, Geng Xinyu walked towards Moyang and the rest. He felt something sweet in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, he forcefully swallowed it back down and remained calm on the surface.
Sometimes, a person didn't live for himself.
In this battle, for the ninth class, even if he died, he would continue to fight unless he couldn't take it anymore.
"Come here!"
Looking at Geng Xinyu's pale face, Mu Yun's face darkened.
"If you continue to fool around, you don't have to participate in the next round."
"Mentor Mu, I didn't, I …"
"Didn't?"
Mu Yun quickly pointed her finger below Geng Xinyu's Dantian in his abdomen.
Puff …
This time, Geng Xinyu finally couldn't take it anymore and spat out a mouthful of black blood. His pale face became redder.
"Take it!"
Taking a healing elixir from Su Xinran, Mu Yun ordered.
This guy, just because he had a strong body, did he not care about his own life and completely ignored his words?
"Two to one, even if the second class wins the fourth round, it will only be a draw. Therefore, there's no need to fight the fourth round. The second class of the senior class has lost!"
Li Zelin walked up to the arena and announced in a clear voice.
"This Li Zelin is really open and aboveboard. This way, the ninth class will be promoted again."
"Yes, the next round will be the first class. Let's see if Yan Yunyu will propose such a fair competition."
"Hehe, if Li Zelin does this and Yan Yunyu doesn't, he will definitely be criticized. If he does this and the ninth class defeats the first class, it will be a disgrace."
"What a joke, the first class will lose? I won't believe it even if you beat me to death! "
Discussions immediately broke out among the crowd.
"Mentor Mu, I, Li Zelin, am convinced that the second class of the senior class has lost to you. Next, it will be the battle between the two of us. I wonder if Mentor Mu is willing to do me the honor."
"Of course!"
Li Zelin cupped his hands. Mu Yun reminded Moyang and the rest to rest well and stepped into the arena.
The moment he saw Li Zelin, he wanted to fight with Li Zelin.
This was a kind of attraction between the strong and the strong.
Men always liked to compare, let alone a martial artist!
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