"Anyone else want to come up?"
Yan Jiaojiao checked the time. The spirit beast ball competitions should have started by now. She had achieved her purpose here and her main priority now was to watch the other matches.
Those who had previously tried to provoke her into goading others into a death match were now speechless.
They didn't dare to go up.
From just watching the excitement earlier, they had figured out some clues – Yan Jiaojiao seemed to naturally counter people like them.
Even among those who had PK'd with Yan Jiaojiao, some were of similar levels but were still dealt with by Yan Jiaojiao in a few moves. The crowd began to suspect Yan Jiaojiao had practiced some special technique and didn't dare to clash with her head-on.
Yan Jiaojiao had no idea what these people were thinking, otherwise, she would have generously told them that she hadn't practiced any special techniques at all.
It was simply because of her identity as a thousand-year-old ancestor. The knowledge and experiences she had accumulated greatly countered these brats.
Even with her inner core damaged, she could kill people directly with spiritual power. Not to mention now, she could not only use the spiritual power cultivated by this body but also mobilize a part of her own ancient spiritual power.
It was a complete dimensional crushing against these people.
Even without using spiritual power, Yan Jiaojiao could exhaust these people to death with some of the techniques passed down through centuries.
In order to build a reputation for Gunan Academy, and because she was eager to watch the matches, she made each PK match a swift victory, hence the astonishing results.
The crowd wished they could shake their heads like maracas.
With Yan Jiaojiao's terrifying combat power, who would dare to go up and die?
Yan Jiaojiao scanned the area and found that no one intended to come up. She clapped her hands and turned to the young girl, "Then let's go."
The young girl was about to agree when a voice suddenly sounded, "I wonder if we could try."
Yan Jiaojiao turned to look and saw a male disciple with a very clean-cut appearance. He didn't look old and his attire was exceptionally low-key and understated. He should be a senior disciple of a middle-tier academy.
"Yes."
Yan Jiaojiao had no objections to someone coming up to give her a battle record.
Yan Jiaojiao returned to her position, and the disciple quickly brought his companion up.
"Hello Miss Yan, my name is Zhao Xu."
"From Phoenix Academy."
Zhao Xu from Phoenix Academy... Yan Jiaojiao pondered for a moment and realized who this person was.
When she was learning about the academy competition, Yan Jiaojiao had heard from Jiang Yiling that one year, Zhao Xu almost single-handedly led Phoenix Academy to victory in the team competition.
It was a pity that the other disciples of his academy were too weak and dragged him down too much. Otherwise, Zhao Xu would have been a legend that year.
Calculating the time, he should be in his third year at Phoenix Academy.
Yan Jiaojiao nodded, her heart full of curiosity about the cultivation level of this person rumored to be a genius.
"Little Pomelo, pay attention to his teammate later."
The implication was that she would handle the man.
This was the first time Little Pomelo had been assigned a task by Yan Jiaojiao. Earlier, Yan Jiaojiao had basically been fighting two opponents at once, and avoided letting her take action if possible. Little Pomelo herself felt like she was a burden to Yan Jiaojiao.
She hadn't expected her chance to perform to come so soon. Little Pomelo's eyes were filled with excitement.
Others couldn't help but become curious as well.
So far, Yan Jiaojiao had been the one fighting. They really didn't know the cultivation level of this young girl named Little Pomelo.
Now that they had a chance to witness it, everyone was somewhat excited.
The few people on the stage, however, remained very calm.
Zhao Xu had been watching from below the stage for a long time. In fact, today he was supposed to participate in the group stage, but Zhao Xu had previously said that he did not intend to stand out this year. His main purpose was to train the other disciples in the academy, so he had given up his opportunity to others this time.
He had originally planned to only appear at the very end, but Zhao Xu couldn't help himself.
Perhaps it was the urgent desire to compete when encountering a strong opponent. Zhao Xu was so excited for the first time, feeling his blood boiling, urging him to go and duel Yan Jiaojiao.
Yan Jiaojiao did not expect to have such an ability. After both sides agreed to PK, a huge barrier descended—
[Gunan Academy Yan Jiaojiao Little Pomelo versus Phoenix Academy Zhao Xu, Wu Cong.]
The crowd gasped.
"Earlier, only Yan Jiaojiao's name was announced. Now they are truly respecting Phoenix Academy by announcing Little Pomelo's name as well."
Only then did the crowd notice this small detail and immediately felt that the academy competition was becoming more and more user-friendly. The barrier seemed to have grown its own consciousness.
Yan Jiaojiao, however, was not surprised.
In fact, she had long seen that this barrier was controlled remotely by people. It was just some minor trick. She could do such tricks even when she was just beginning to cultivate spiritual power as a thousand-year-old ancestor.
It was all flashy and designed to elevate the status of the academy competition organizing committee and to suppress all the academy disciples.
Yan Jiaojiao saw through it but did not expose it, nor did she intend to reveal these people's little tricks.
She looked at Zhao Xu very seriously and was the first to unleash a spiritual power whip. Yellow spiritual power mixed with flames rapidly lunged towards Zhao Xu.
Zhao Xu's figure moved.
The crowd didn't even see how he moved clearly, and in the next moment, Zhao Xu was behind Yan Jiaojiao.
Yet, Yan Jiaojiao seemed to have not noticed his movement at all, still looking around absentmindedly.
Zhao Xu raised an eyebrow and threw a large ball of spiritual power.
The spiritual power ball shot directly at Yan Jiaojiao's back with extreme speed. The crowd felt that even if Yan Jiaojiao dodged at this moment, she wouldn't be able to completely escape danger.
But in the next moment, Yan Jiaojiao once again subverted everyone's perception.
The residual energy of the spiritual power ball had already singed a few strands of Yan Jiaojiao's hair, and it was about to burn her body. However, Yan Jiaojiao, who had seemed completely unaware moments before, twisted her body at an incredibly unbelievable speed. In the next moment, an identical scene was replicated behind Zhao Xu. The spiritual power ball singed Zhao Xu's hair, and Zhao Xu, who had reacted quite well earlier, was now unable to avoid it and was hit directly in the back by the spiritual power ball.
"Senior Brother!"
Wu Cong, who had not intended to attack the young girl and only planned to keep her in check until the two main fighters were done, could no longer remain calm. He quickly rushed towards Zhao Xu.
Little Pomelo flashed and blocked Wu Cong: "Your opponent is me."
"Get lost!"
Without thinking, Wu Cong unleashed an attack at Little Pomelo. Little Pomelo pursed her lips and, with a harmless face, directly unleashed an ice-attribute restraint cage.
Wu Cong was completely trapped and frozen solid.
The battles on both sides ended in an instant. The audience cheered enthusiastically while also being speechless with surprise.
Even a young girl from Gunan Academy was this strong...