Qi Ming's title of "this year's assessment's strongest instructor" was not for nothing.
When his swordsmanship was completely unleashed, it was like a raging storm, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, making it impossible for people to resist.
The first to be sent off the stage was Luo Yu.
Next was Ling Yusheng, who was already injured.
In the end, only Chu Moli and Mu Yan were left on the huge stage.
At this moment, everyone knew that the Xiao Yao Seven had lost.
The surrounding practitioners did not feel carefree at all. Instead, they were full of lament and regret.
Almost, really just a little bit and they would have won.
… …
Qi Ming coughed lightly, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
But there was no depression on his face, only fighting spirit, "Do you still want to continue?"
Mu Yan was about to speak, but Chu Moli pushed his wheelchair forward, slowly saying: "We admit defeat."
Mu Yan was startled, but she saw Chu Moli turn his head to look at her, smiling gently, but his gaze was on the people of Silver Feather Palace below the stage, a scheming glint flashing in his eyes.
Oh, third senior brother's meaning was very clear.
He wanted her to hide her strength.
Mu Yan touched her nose, no longer speaking.
Qi Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, coughing twice again, "How many years has it been since I was forced into such a sorry state, and I was still forced into it by you little brats. Interesting, hehe, this year's Constellation freshmen are really interesting."
"But, it was really dangerous. If I let you little brats grow for a while longer, I would have really lost. If I lose to a student in public, then my old face will be completely lost today. "
Chu Moli laughed softly, and said meaningfully: "Instructor, you really should be thankful that this is a public place, or else who would have won and lost, we still don't know!"
He did not want to reveal his little junior sister's true strength at all!
Qi Ming was startled, not understanding what he meant.
Chu Moli did not wait for him to ask, the wheelchair flew high up, and steadily landed below the stage.
Mu Yan smiled slightly, not leaving immediately, "Instructor Qi Ming, you still have to assess the other students, right?"
Qi Ming nodded, but his brows were slightly furrowed.
Although he had just defeated the Unfettered Seven, he was also injured.
It was naturally not a problem to test the remaining students.
However, if he didn't treat his injuries as soon as possible and continued to use his spiritual power, blood clots might accumulate in his body and eventually become a chronic disease.
Qi Ming was just about to take out a pill to consume.
Suddenly, the sound of a zither rang out.
Following that, Qi Ming felt a warm current flowing into his body from all directions along with the sound of the zither.
The burning pain in his internal organs was soothed, and the clotted blood in his chest was also slowly dissolving.
Qi Ming suddenly looked at Muyan, his eyes unblinking, full of shock.
However, Mu Yan leisurely smiled and flew down the stage.
Only a light and pleasant voice echoed in the air. "Teacher, thank you for practicing with us. This … is our thanks and apology."
Qi Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.
Chu Moli's words suddenly echoed in his mind, "Teacher, you really should be thankful that we're in public right now. Otherwise, it's hard to say who would have won or lost!"
Don't tell me, don't tell me these seven people haven't used their full strength?!
When they were fighting against a Golden Core mentor, they were actually hiding their strength.
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