Chapter 78: Chapter 78: A Second Difficult Battle? Not a Chance
Divine Management Bureau.
Training hall.
After the individual ranking battle two days ago, the standings within the special training class have become apparent.
No one expected there would be another dark horse even more astonishing than Tong Ran.
Another dark horse turned the entire special training class upside down.
Therefore.
Fang Qingyu also became the child in others’ eyes.
Look at others practicing martial arts for just a short time, did you waste your ten years of training?
Became Ji Yang’s catchphrase for reprimanding.
Although this time only two Martial Arts Apprentices were in the top ten.
But Fang Qingyu undoubtedly helped him save face.
And today...
Is the day when the class ranking battle begins.
"The rules are simple: two classes take turns sending people to fight, and whichever class has someone standing at the end wins, any questions?!"
Ji Yang stood at the forefront.
For some reason, he always hosts the events.
"No!!"
After a day of sermon, the believers and apprentices shouted.
This is not just a match that can be decided by personal heroism.
No matter how strong Fang Qingyu might be.
It’s impossible for one person to fight against 50.
If the tactical arrangement is proper, there’s still a good chance.
Then.
Ji Yang gave everyone 10 minutes to discuss.
Two classes immediately went to different areas.
Over at the Martial Arts Apprentice Class, everyone instinctively looked at the outermost Fang Qingyu.
Fang Qingyu also understood why they were looking at him.
He thought for a moment and said.
"Regarding tactics, you should plan among yourselves, my personal suggestion is that I go on later."
Regarding the big picture.
He’s not really well-versed but thought about the strengths of both classes.
Fang Qingyu felt it was better to go on later.
Just like the horse race strategy in the past.
Originally, the average strength of the Martial Arts Apprentice Class is weaker than the Believers Class.
This is a fact.
To win against the opponent.
Fang Qingyu must be used as a trump card.
It’s best if he appears after Tong Ran.
Or at the end, when only Tong Ran and a few small Karami are left.
That would be the most promising.
Otherwise, even if Fang Qingyu wins against a dozen people in the beginning, there’s no way to win.
And next...
It’s up to the class members.
To see if they can drive the Believers Class to what extent.
"Okay, I thought as much too."
Tang Lingchuan frowned and said in a deep voice.
"Last time, many had a bit of a clash against the other side, when going on stage, it’s best to achieve one hit and drag another."
"..."
The crowd started discussing tactics.
When the 10 minutes ended.
The ring at the center of the training hall was set again.
The Martial Arts Grandmaster stood drowsily in the middle, waiting for Ji Yang to declare the start.
"The winning class can take an extra Blood Crystal or Meditation Flower each week."
"Seize the opportunity."
"Now, please send out your contestants!"
With a command.
Both sides sent one person each.
Unexpectedly...
The Believers Class sent Tong Ran up!
"???"
The people from the Martial Arts Apprentice Class were dumbfounded.
Sending the trump card right away.
Is this right?
The crowd already lost interest in the match.
Instinctively, they turned toward Fang Qingyu.
Tang Lingchuan moved closer and frowned, asking quietly, "Should I go, or do you go?"
"I’ll go."
Fang Qingyu looked at the stage, wanting to exhaust Tong Ran’s classmate apprentice and quietly spoke.
As long as Tong Ran can be taken down.
And then exhaust a few more of them.
Then the winning probability.
Lean toward us.
No need for Tang Lingchuan to go.
Not long after.
The class apprentice was defeated in seconds.
As the first person to go up, there was some level of skill.
Eliminated so quickly.
Looking a bit embarrassed.
"I’ll get it back for you."
Fang Qingyu lifted the Mo Ting Saber, passing by and patting his shoulder with a smile.
Don’t let those who come later start off discouraged.
Otherwise, it’ll be hard to fight later.
Upon hearing this, everyone anticipated this duel.
Would it be a battle like last time?
Hard-fought victory.
Or...
An unexpected loss!?
"Hey?!!"
"Qingzi brought a saber!"
Wu Yan, familiar with Fang Qingyu, suddenly noticed this scene.
The crowd turned to look as they heard.
A bit puzzled.
Could it be that Fang Qingyu is not using the Transformation Realm Baji Fist this time!?
Tong Ran frowned at the sight.
But didn’t speak.
No fool would use methods they aren’t skilled at against a formidable opponent.
Ji Yang was watching this scene with interest.
"The match begins!"
With the word spoken.
Both sides did not immediately start.
Tong Ran spoke first this rare time.
"This time..."
"You must lose!!!"
The air on the stage suddenly froze.
Tong Ran’s body radiated a faint blue light, tiny beads of water seeped from the floor beneath his feet.
Then he raised both hands forcefully upward.
"Rise!"
The ceiling of the training stadium exploded into a torrential downpour.
The water condensed in midair into seven fierce water pythons, rushing down towards Fang Qingyu with immense force.
As the water pythons interlocked.
They already formed a vortex cage surrounding Fang Qingyu.
He went all out right from the start.
The audience gasped in unison.
Fang Qingyu looked unchanged.
The thumb lightly pushed the sword guard.
Mo Ting Saber unsheathed with a crisp clang.
Dragon and Tiger Force and Qi Blood Technique unleashed at full force.
A mist of blood wrapped with faint golden lines.
Then the saber light burst forth.
Fang Qingyu subtly flicked his right wrist.
The arc traced by Mo Ting Saber cut open a tunnel in the downpour.
The roar caused by the trembling blade resembled thunder.
Before everyone could see clearly, the seven fierce water pythons had their heads severed.
But the severed water hadn’t landed yet.
Tong Ran already slapped the ground with both palms.
"Coalesce!"
The shattered water instantly froze into ice blade-like arrow rain.
Thousands of tiny water arrows refracted into rainbow colors in the sunlight and shot forth.
Fang Qingyu twisted his waist and wrist.
Mo Ting Saber carved crescent arcs in front, the silver net woven by the blade clashing with the water arrows, erupting a series of crisp sounds.
Ding ding ding ding——!
The sound of exploding water formed a dense buzzing, those ice blades that should’ve penetrated the defense ended up shattering into water before the blade curtain.
And at this moment.
The figure wielding the saber suddenly blurred.
The reflected light spots on the Mo Ting Saber’s spine connected a lightning-like trail in the downpour.
Tong Ran’s pupils constricted abruptly.
Hurriedly summoned three layers of water shield.
But the saber light pierced through layers of defense, reaching his throat, forcing him to stagger back.
"Impossible... impossible..."
"It’s not over!!!"
Tong Ran wiped the blood from his lips, roaring.
Suddenly bent down, sinking ten fingers deep into the accumulated water.
The entire stage’s water started to rise against gravity, forming a three-zhang tall raging water giant behind him.
As the water giant swung a fist.
Fang Qingyu looked up.
As the giant fist was less than three feet from the head, Mo Ting Saber slashed diagonally from below.
The sharp whistle of the blade climbing to thunderous blast, silver saber light pierced through the water giant, turning it into a torrential downpour.
Sunlight penetrated the raindrops, casting countless tiny rainbows.
While Tong Ran was already half-kneeling at the edge of the stage.
The tip of the saber hovered three inches above his brow.
As the rain ceased.
Fang Qingyu flipped the blade, the back of the saber touched Tong Ran’s nose as it was slowly sheathed.
A hard-fought second duel?
Not happening.
After the previous fight, Fang Qingyu knew Tong Ran’s style inside out.
With the advantage of having a saber this time.
It couldn’t be a difficult battle.
Walking back to the center of the ring.
The entire hall fell silent.
Until Ji Yang’s announcement jolted everyone awake.
"Winner, Fang Qingyu!"