After completely unleashing his aura, You Wanren said to Murong Jinghong, "Draw your sword."
Murong Jinghong shook his head. "I don't need to draw my sword against you."
She did not choose to use the Startling Sword. This was an internal competition, not a life-and-death battle. Moreover, the Startling Sword was excessively sharp, and she would either die or be injured if she did not control it well.
Secondly, she was proud. Since her opponent was unarmed, she did not want to take advantage of him in terms of weapons.
You Wanren was overjoyed. Actually, he was just trying to goad Murong Jinghong into using the Startling Sword. Both of them had the same cultivation, so he would definitely be at a disadvantage if Murong Jinghong used the Startling Sword.
"Ice Soul Divine Fist!"
Murong Jinghong punched out, and the air in the arena seemed to have dropped by dozens of degrees. The spectating students near the arena could feel the biting cold wind.
For a moment, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground. The powerful force swept up the snowflakes and abruptly swept towards You Wanren. This was the power of a Body Integration expert.
"Blazing Flame Fist!"
You Wanren let out a loud shout and threw a punch as well. The scorching wind from his fist stirred up streams of flames and clashed with Murong Jinghong's frigid cold energy. Clouds of white mist appeared and enveloped the entire arena.
The Ice Soul Divine Fist and Blazing Flame Palm were both ordinary skills taught by the Black Tortoise Academy, but they were shockingly powerful when used by the two of them.
After the two forces collided, a muffled bang was heard. Immediately after, a violent gust of wind blew away the mist, allowing the spectators to see the arena clearly again.
Murong Jinghong and You Wanren were both in their original positions. They seemed to be evenly matched, but only they themselves knew who was stronger.
You Wanren's expression became increasingly grim. He was at a disadvantage in the previous exchange.
After a month of seclusion, he had broken through the bottleneck of the Perfect Void Refinement realm and reached the early-stage Body Integration realm through his own efforts.
However, his method of breaking through was still slightly weaker than Murong Jinghong's.
Murong Jinghong had consumed a Dragon Power Pill, which possessed extremely powerful spiritual power. At the same time, he was cultivating on the seventh floor of the Buddha Pagoda, where the spiritual energy was much denser than outside.
Therefore, under such circumstances, Murong Jinghong's cultivation was slightly higher than his, despite both of them having just broken through to the early-stage Body Integration realm.
Following that, the two of them clashed once again. This was a battle where the two of them were the closest in terms of strength, and also had the highest cultivation. Therefore, it was extremely exciting to watch, causing the spectating students to exclaim in delight.
Around them, the cheers grew louder and louder.
The Northern College and Northern College had been competing against each other for so many years, and the Northern College had already lost five matches in a row. Today, the students of the Northern College finally saw hope for victory, so their emotions soared, and their cheers were earth-shattering.
In the beginning, the two of them were evenly matched, but as time passed, Murong Jinghong's advantage in cultivation became more and more obvious, and he gradually gained the upper hand.
After fighting for more than an hour, Murong Jinghong seized an opportunity and punched You Wanren in the chest.
The punch of a Form Synthesis Stage expert was so shockingly powerful that You Wanren was immediately sent flying out of the arena like a fired bullet.
Fortunately, Murong Jinghong had not used his full strength in this match. This punch had only knocked him off the stage. Otherwise, even if he did not die, he would have been severely injured.
You Wanren crawled up from the ground and looked at Murong Jinghong in the arena, then at Qin Haodong beside him. His eyes were filled with indignation.
This defeat meant that he had lost the chance to win the title of King, and at the same time, he had lost the chance to defeat Qin Haodong.
However, there was nothing he could do about it. Strength was strength, and Murong Jinghong's strength was slightly higher than his.
"Victory, Jinghong Fairy has finally won! Our Northern College has finally won! "
"Long live Jinghong Fairy! The Northern College will definitely win!"
"What's so great about that? Didn't you just win one match? Our most powerful Senior Sister Tu Jiaojiao hasn't even entered the arena yet … "
Below the arena, the students of the Northern and Southern College were engaged in a war of words, neither giving way to the other.
In the arena, Hai Zhengming announced that Murong Jinghong had won this match. Then, the last student of the Southern College, Tu Jiaojiao, entered the arena.
Tu Jiaojiao was wearing a fiery-red robe today, looking even more alluring and sexy.
If Murong Jinghong was the Northern College's Jinghong Fairy, then she would be the Southern College's goddess, the idol of countless men.
Therefore, when she walked into the arena, the students of the Southern College immediately became excited and cheered for their goddess.
In the arena, the two of them looked at each other and smiled when they saw each other. There was no anger as expected.
Murong Jinghong said, "Sister Jiaojiao, we haven't fought before. Let's have a good fight today."
Tu Jiaojiao said, "There's no suspense in this kind of match. It's meaningless to fight or not."
When the students below the arena heard this, they thought that Tu Jiaojiao was arrogant and thought that she would definitely defeat Murong Jinghong. In fact, only the two people on the arena knew the real meaning.
Murong Jinghong said, "The result doesn't matter. What matters is the process. We still have to fight."
Tu Jiaojiao made a starting gesture and said, "Okay, let's fight!"
"Sister Jiaojiao, be careful!"
Murong Jinghong shouted, then bent his fingers like a sword and stabbed at Tu Jiaojiao's face.
She used her fingers as a sword and performed the Startling Sword Technique.
Although she didn't use the Startling Sword, her fingers were still filled with Sword Qi and cold air.
Tu Jiaojiao's fiery red figure gently dodged the Sword Qi. Then, she also bent her fingers like a sword and stabbed at Murong Jinghong's ribs.
Murong Jinghong raised his hand and pointed out. The Sword Qi of the two collided, and there was an earth-shattering explosion in the arena.
This was an even more exciting match. First of all, the two beautiful women were extremely eye-catching. Coupled with their cultivation at the Form Synthesis Stage, their movements were like butterflies flying through flowers. For a moment, it was too much for the audience to take in.
Yun Qianqian said to Qin Haodong, "Who do you think will win, Sister Jiaojiao or Sister Murong?"
Qin Haodong said, "It should be Tu Jiaojiao. Their cultivation is similar, but Tu Jiaojiao has a deeper understanding of martial arts."
In the audience, Ouyang Lan said, "Old man, you're going to lose again this time!"
Luo Dongqing shook her head and said with a smile, "It's impossible for us to lose. Although Murong Jinghong is a little weaker than Tu Jiaojiao, our grandson-in-law hasn't fought yet."
Ouyang Lan said, "Is he stronger than Murong Jinghong?"
She had fought with Qin Haodong twice in a row. She knew that Qin Haodong's cultivation was only at the Peak of the Void Training Realm. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to be a match for a cultivator at the Form Synthesis Stage.
Luo Dongqing said, "That guy can't be judged by common sense at all. You'll know later."
In the arena, the two women fought back and forth until they had exchanged more than 200 moves. Suddenly, the figures on the stage disappeared and both of them stopped.
At this moment, Murong Jinghong and Tu Jiaojiao on the stage were like two motionless statues. Murong Jinghong's two fingers were about a foot away from Tu Jiaojiao's throat.
At the same time, Tu Jiaojiao's two fingers were less than an inch away from Murong Jinghong's heart.
This kind of distance also represented the gap in strength. If this was a life-and-death battle, Tu Jiaojiao could kill Murong Jinghong first.
Murong Jinghong withdrew his fingers and said, "I lost!"
Tu Jiaojiao just smiled slightly and said nothing.
Seeing the scene on the stage, the students watching from below the stage suddenly became excited. The students of the south campus were cheering, while the people of the north campus were dejected and disappointed.
Murong Jinghong had already lost. Were they going to lose for the sixth time in a row?
Following Hai Zhengming's announcement that Tu Jiaojiao had won this match, everyone's eyes were focused on the only remaining student of the north campus — Qin Haodong.
Hai Zhengming said, "Let's invite the last student of the north campus to the stage to decide who is the king of today."
Qin Haodong stood up and walked step by step toward the stage. There was no nervousness on his face. Instead, there was a faint smile on his face.
"Isn't that the rookie king of our academy this year? He's at most in the Void Refinement Stage. How can he be Tu Jiaojiao's opponent? It seems that our north campus is finished this year!"
"That's not necessarily true. Didn't you notice that he's the captain of the north campus? Logically speaking, his strength should be higher than Fairy Murong."
"That's impossible! He's just a first-year student. How can he be stronger than Fairy Murong? I heard that he has a good relationship with the little witch, Luo Hongying. He must have used his relationship with Dean Luo to become the captain. "
Song Junyu looked at the man on the stage. At this moment, she realized that she couldn't see through this person at all. It was as if he was a mystery.
Could it be that he was really hiding his strength and had a cultivation that surpassed the Form Synthesis Stage?
Wang Zhiliang, who was next to her, was the same. When Qin Haodong was chosen as the captain, he was very unconvinced.
But up until now, even Murong Jinghong had been defeated. All the hopes of the north campus had fallen on this man. They didn't know if he would disappoint them!
Seeing Qin Haodong's calm smile, the people of the south campus also became nervous.
"Who is this person? He actually came out later than Murong Jinghong. Could it be that his strength is higher? Is he the trump card of the north campus? "
"What a bullsh * t trump card. I think the north campus really has no one to use, so they used him to make up the numbers. In fact, he came up to admit defeat. Didn't you see the way he was smiling? It looks like he has no intention of fighting at all."
"Senior Tu Jiaojiao is an expert at the Form Synthesis Stage. It won't take her more than three moves to deal with this guy."
You Wanren stood at the side and looked at Qin Haodong on the stage with eyes full of hatred. Unfortunately, he had no chance to avenge his brother. He didn't even have the chance to stand on the stage together with Qin Haodong.
On the spectator stand, Luo Dongqing said proudly, "My grandson-in-law has made his move. This year's champion will definitely belong to the north campus!"
Ouyang Lan said, "Are you that confident in him?"
Luo Dongqing smiled strangely. "You'll know the result in a moment!"
Qin Haodong ignored the discussions around him. He walked to the center of the arena and smiled at Tu Jiaojiao. "Senior, we meet again so soon!"
Tu Jiaojiao smiled sweetly. "I really don't want to see you. If it weren't for you, today's champion would be me."
Qin Haodong said, "Isn't the competition not yet? Perhaps the final winner will be you! "
"Alright, stop joking. I don't want to be abused. Remember to treat me to a meal later!" Tu Jiaojiao said loudly to Hai Zhengming. "I admit defeat!"
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