Many on the scene found it hard to believe. Lin Mengmeng and Wu Meijuan were both only at the Saint Realm, yet their unleashed power was not inferior to that of early Emperor Realm cultivators. Truly, the younger generation was formidable.
Moreover, Lin Mengmeng was still holding back, not employing the power of her Heaven-Suppressing Tyrant Body. Judging by this, her true strength was truly unimaginable.
"You surnamed Du, you previously spouted nonsense, saying that if you were the one to guide her, Lin Mengmeng's strength would be several times greater than it is now. May I ask, is this the kind of strength you can cultivate?"
Xuanyang spoke, posing a soul-searching question to Du Mubai in front of everyone.
Du Mubai's face turned ashen. Lin Mengmeng's excellence far exceeded his expectations, leaving him speechless at this moment.
Facts spoke louder than words. He had previously looked down on the three students from Langya, calling them trash. Now, it was difficult to salvage the situation.
"Hmph, the outcome has not yet been decided."
He forced himself to say.
However, as soon as Du Mubai's words fell, a scream was heard, and a figure plummeted from the sky.
The battle had concluded, and the victor had been decided.
All eyes were fixed on the battle stage, wanting to see who had fallen.
Some powerful Spirit Emperors' expressions shifted slightly, as they had clearly already grasped the result.
Du Mubai's face was extremely grim, for he could already see Wu Meijuan lying in a pool of blood, completely incapacitated.
The energy in the sky receded, revealing Lin Mengmeng's figure. Her skirt fluttered, and her hair danced in the wind, making her appear incredibly captivating.
"My esteemed teacher, Ji Mo, he is the best teacher in the world."
Lin Mengmeng surveyed the surroundings, her gaze settling on Du Mubai as she uttered these words, one by one.
As Ji Mo's student, she was immensely proud and sought to vindicate her teacher with her own strength!
With that, she floated down to stand before Ji Mo.
"Oh my, so high-profile, far too high-profile."
Ji Mo said gleefully, affectionately ruffling Lin Mengmeng's hair. Then, he pulled out a large handful of ninth-grade spirit pills and stuffed them into her hand. "Tired, aren't you? Have a few to replenish your energy."
The people around them stared, their eyes wide.
*You're the one being high-profile.*
These were ninth-grade spirit pills, which were priceless and unobtainable in the outside world, yet you casually produced a large handful, merely for your student to fill her stomach.
One must realize these were potent healing medicines, not candy or snacks!
Lin Mengmeng, however, was accustomed to it. With a sweet smile on her face, she began to consume them one after another, truly treating them like snacks.
The pills refined by her teacher were sweet; the more she ate, the more she craved them.
Song Weixi's eyes were filled with jealousy. If she could shed her pride, she would have wanted to become Ji Mo's student.
"First match, Langya Academy wins!"
The referee announced the result, his gaze towards Lin Mengmeng filled with admiration.
It was certain that as Lin Mengmeng grew in the future, she would undoubtedly become a leading figure in the Southern Domain, with boundless prospects.
"Trash!"
Du Mubai glared at Wu Meijuan, who was being carried away, and cursed her without mercy.
He never showed kindness to students who embarrassed him.
The surrounding people looked at Du Mubai, then at Ji Mo, who doted on his student, and a wave of emotion washed over them.
Indeed, there was no harm without comparison.
Both were teachers, yet why was the gap so vast?
"Teacher, please rest assured, I will definitely win the next match."
A clear, cold voice rang out.
The speaker was an arrogant woman with a head of brown hair, clad in form-fitting dark red soft armor.
Her chin was slightly raised, and her azure pupils conveyed a look of disdain for everything.
The woman's name was Fang Tong. She was ranked first among the students of Weiyang Academy and possessed a special physique. At a young age, she was already an early Spirit Emperor.
Her strength placed her among the top young cultivators in the Southern Domain, thus giving her the capital for arrogance and the ability to look down on her peers.
Du Mubai gazed at his most prized student, a flicker of an inappropriate light flashing in the depths of his pupils, but he concealed it well.
Although he harbored impure thoughts, he dared not reveal them, for Fang Tong hailed from a reclusive family, and she was not someone he dared to covet.
"You should save yourself for the third match; it will be more stable."
Du Mubai pondered for a moment and made such an arrangement.
"For the second match, Langya Academy is sending Xuanyang. I've heard he possesses a special bloodline, and I'd like to test myself against him."
Fang Tong frowned, expressing her opinion with some reluctance.
She had no interest in facing Wang Wenjian in the third match, a person who possessed neither a special physique nor a special bloodline.
In her eyes, those without special bloodlines or physiques were mere garbage, unworthy of being opponents.
However, Du Mubai had his own considerations.
He had never managed to ascertain what kind of special bloodline Xuanyang had awakened, and with Lin Mengmeng now displaying astonishing strength, he felt somewhat uncertain.
Although he had absolute confidence in Fang Tong's strength, he still felt it was best not to take risks, saving Fang Tong to deal with Wang Wenjian would be the most secure option.
Even if they lost the second match, as long as Fang Tong won the third, they could completely defeat Langya.
"Let Jiang Ang go for the second match. That Xuanyang is too effeminate; fighting him would tarnish your reputation."
Du Mubai explained.
Fang Tong then relented. She did indeed feel it was better not to be on the same stage as Xuanyang, a man even more beautiful than she was.
Otherwise, if outsiders were to say she wasn't as pretty as a man, it would be quite demoralizing.
"I originally planned for a fierce confrontation with Wang Wenjian, a true manly battle. Since that's the case, I'll be the one to teach that pretty boy a lesson."
A booming voice sounded. The speaker was Jiang Ang, who had just been named.
He stood a full two meters tall, with a robust and sturdy build, a resolute face, and exuded a beast-like aura.
"Dean Du, that Xuanyang kid is a bit strange. Perhaps it would be better to send a female student instead."
An elder from Weiyang Academy, after careful consideration, cautiously offered his opinion.
After all, Xuanyang had a precedent. Last time, Cao Dabiao of Ji Jia Academy was bent straight, and it wouldn't be surprising if Jiang Ang followed suit.
"Are you questioning my decision?"
Du Mubai let out a cold snort.
He had always been autocratic, never listening to others' opinions, and even less so accepting their dissent.
The elder's face stiffened, and he wisely conceded, ceasing to speak.
If he continued to speak, he would surely be targeted by Du Mubai later. It was better to let him have his way and not bother with it.
"Elder, you worry too much. Who do you think I, Jiang Ang, am? Would I, like that simpleton Cao Dabiao, fall for a man?"
Jiang Ang's face clearly showed displeasure, feeling this was an insult to his character.
"I was indeed overthinking."
The elder offered a fawning smile, but inwardly cursed, *If you do get bent later, don't blame me for not warning you.*
On the battle stage.
Xuanyang had already stepped up.
He impatiently shouted towards Weiyang Academy, "Stop dawdling, like an old woman. Can your Weiyang Academy do it or not? Hurry up."
Xuanyang intended to display a manly side, but unfortunately, his voice was too sweet, his demeanor too alluring, and he even gestured with delicate fingers, making it seem more like flirtatious banter.
"Whether I can or not, you'll find out if you try."
Jiang Ang could not tolerate being provoked by a pretty boy. With a flash, he charged directly towards the battle stage.