Oh my!
The referee's heart leaped into his throat.
This girl is still too naive. Doesn't she know that all's fair in war? The student from Ji Jia Academy is clearly luring her in. If you rush in foolishly, you'll be like a lamb entering a tiger's den.
"Miss Song, surrender quickly! Your academy's little girl has fallen into a trap. That Wan Hao might resort to foul play."
An elder from another academy exclaimed, quickly reminding her.
Song Wei Qian ignored him. In the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks would crumble.
She had absolute faith in Lin Meng Meng's strength.
Wan Hao watched Lin Meng Meng approach, a cruel smile curling his lips, his triangular eyes flashing with a bloody light.
He had no intention of keeping his promise to stand still.
Instead, he clenched his fist, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Meng Meng.
The Ji Jia Academy side was already showing signs of triumphant pride.
However, their expressions turned to shock the very next second as they watched the scene unfold before them.
Wan Hao, like an idiot, stood completely still, only to be sent flying by Lin Meng Meng's punch.
Lin Meng Meng had restrained most of her strength, but she still easily sent Wan Hao soaring into the air.
After knocking Wan Hao away, she felt that defeating her opponent with a single punch was a bit too exaggerated, so she pressed forward again and delivered over a dozen more punches.
Wan Hao's body tumbled through the air, blood splattering. By the time he fell to the ground, he was unrecognizable.
These injuries would likely take at least a year to heal.
"Is Wan Hao's stupid brain filled with dung? He's so idiotic that he actually stood still and let himself be hit."
The elder from Ji Jia Academy was furious, wishing he could slap Wan Hao to death himself.
In his eyes, Wan Hao's defeat was due to his own foolishness in not resisting.
However, the truth was far from it.
Wan Hao had intended to strike fiercely, but he was unaware of the terrifying power of the "Zhen Tian Ba Ti" (Heaven Suppressing Hegemon Body). When Lin Meng Meng approached, his spiritual energy stagnated and could not circulate, leaving him with no room to resist.
Apart from the group from Lang Ya Academy who knew the reason, only the referee on the stage vaguely sensed something was amiss, but he couldn't discern Lin Meng Meng's true capabilities.
The first match went to Lang Ya Academy!
For the second match, Ji Jia still didn't take Lang Ya Academy seriously and sent out another reserve student.
Lang Ya's participant was Wang Wen Jian.
Adhering to Ji Mo's instruction of achieving a "hard-won victory," Wang Wen Jian also concealed his strength, employing the "kite-flying" tactic with his Swift Wind Saber Technique.
He didn't engage his opponent head-on but relied on his speed to wear down the opponent, then find an opportunity to inflict a single cut.
The unfortunate Ji Jia student on the opposite side was covered in blood, having endured countless cuts. Eventually, his spiritual energy depleted, and he was sliced off the stage by Wang Wen Jian.
Wang Wen Jian's performance in this round was exceptionally steady; he played defensively and outlasted his opponent.
The second match, again, was won by Lang Ya Academy!
Having lost two consecutive matches, the Ji Jia Academy contingent looked extremely displeased. This was a significant blow to Ji Jia's reputation.
The condescending expressions on their faces vanished, replaced by a hint of solemnity, but that was all.
Because if they won the next match, they would win the overall competition.
Lang Ya Academy only had three students participating. If they won the third match, Lang Ya would have no one left for the fourth and fifth matches and would naturally forfeit.
In this way, Ji Jia would ultimately win with a score of three to two.
"What a shame. Winning two matches already gives you a significant advantage. If your Lang Ya Academy had two more participating students, you might have had a one percent chance of winning."
An elder from another academy expressed pity for Lang Ya Academy, finding it puzzling why Song Wei Qian had only brought three students to compete.
"It's not about quantity but quality. We'll continue to win the third match."
Ji Mo was full of confidence in his students. After all, winning three matches was enough to secure victory, so more people would be redundant.
Song Wei Qian didn't believe Ji Mo's nonsensical claim of "quality over quantity." She was certain Ji Mo was simply too lazy to take on more students.
She knew best that Ji Mo employed a hands-off teaching style, having only taught his students one so-called "morality class."
If Ji Mo had been more diligent, the entire Lang Ya Academy would likely be filled with dragons.
However, Song Wei Qian was not a greedy person. She was already immensely satisfied with Lang Ya's current state and didn't wish for too much more.
"You won't win the third match. Ji Jia Academy has gotten serious and sent out their strongest student, Cao Da Biao, who is at the peak of the Spirit Saint realm!"
The elders from the allied academies shook their heads, believing Lang Ya's defeat was inevitable.
They were all aware of Cao Da Biao's strength. He had excellent talent and possessed a quarter of demon blood, making his physique incredibly powerful.
It could be said that within the Saint realm, Cao Da Biao was almost undefeated.
On the battle stage.
Cao Da Biao and Xuan Yang stood a hundred meters apart, their gazes meeting.
One was robust, with a full beard and bulging muscles, resembling a human beast.
The other was as beautiful as jade, with lips like rouge and skin as fair as the first snow of spring, glistening like fine jade.
If not for his male attire, flat chest, and the fact that he was a man, everyone would have mistaken Xuan Yang for a peerless beauty.
Initially, no one paid much attention to the match between Lang Ya and Ji Jia, but after Xuan Yang stepped onto the stage, he immediately drew many gazes.
Even stranger, most of them were male cultivators.
"Pretty boy, I'm going to smash every bone in your body."
Cao Da Biao clenched his fists, his bones emitting a "crackling" sound. His hair moved as if in a breeze, and an aura of ferocity emanated from him.
"Why are you so venomous, wanting to smash every bone in my body?"
Xuan Yang bit his lip, swept aside his messy long hair, revealing his exquisite face. His phoenix-like eyes stared intently at Cao Da Biao, questioning him loudly.
His eyes darted around as he pondered how to achieve a narrow victory against Cao Da Biao without revealing his true strength.
For some unknown reason, Cao Da Biao's body trembled violently, his pupils dilated, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He felt his vision brighten, and his world seemed to turn pink.
Cao Da Biao stared fixedly at Xuan Yang, his eyes unblinking, unable to comprehend why the person before him was so adorable.
Those slightly upturned red lips, white teeth, adorable expression, and those eyes as clear as autumn water were so captivating.
Cao Da Biao was no novice; he had encountered countless women, of all shapes and sizes, but had never been moved.
At this moment.
His rock-solid heartstrings were stirred.
"Da Biao, what are you spacing out for? Kill him!"
An elder from Ji Jia Academy roared, not understanding what was so captivating about a pretty boy that Cao Da Biao's eyes were fixed on him.
"The way this fellow is staring at me is strange, very wrong."
Xuan Yang's scalp tingled, and goosebumps erupted all over his body.
He was indignant. What did the other party take him for? Why was his gaze so lewd? It was unbearable!
Xuan Yang, like a furious tigress, lunged fiercely at Cao Da Biao.