Chapter 1285 A Contest
The special class now received far too many resources, more than the three classes of A, B, and C combined.
The little fatty, upon hearing this, didn't get angry. He just chuckled and stopped talking.
At this very moment, many people on the stage exclaimed in surprise.
Everyone turned their gaze towards the entrance.
Mi Chuanwei walked in first, followed by over twenty people who walked in pairs.
Even Jin Chiyan had a young monk by his side, none other than Chanwu, who had just joined the special class.
Jin Chiyan placed his hand on Chanwu's shoulder and said with a smile, "Ah Chan, look, all these people are here to see us!"
Chanwu dared not look up. By now, a lot of cold sweat had broken out on his forehead.
To Chanwu, the gazes of these onlookers felt like a trial.
Jin Chiyan saw Chanwu's lips move slightly, but he could only hear indistinct murmurs.
He couldn't hear what Chanwu was saying clearly.
Brokenly, he could only hear: "Yu ding zhong... jie xi qing jing... chu mie zui zhang."
Jin Chiyan shook Chanwu's shoulder and laughed, "Is this your first time seeing so many people?"
"Don't be nervous. If you can't win the singles match, just step down."
"After all, you've only just joined the special class. The teachers won't blame you."
"As for the team match, just stick behind me."
"My strength, Brother Yan's, isn't top-tier, but I can definitely protect you."
In Jin Chiyan's opinion, Chanwu was a newcomer, so he naturally had to stick with this senior.
Meanwhile, Mi Chuanwei, at the front, could only force himself to maintain a smile on his face.
Ling Guangqing, standing beside him, chuckled, "Your expression is a bit stiff! Why so nervous?"
To Ling Guangqing, the people in the special class were all seasoned veterans. Even though Mi Chuanwei hadn't participated in the Barbarian War, he had ventured in the Forgetful Sea for so many years and had witnessed battles of the Core Condensation Supreme realm. He shouldn't be so nervous.
Mi Chuanwei rubbed his face and chuckled dryly, "It's not nervousness. Look at those students from classes A, B, and C... their eyes look like they want to eat us alive!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Guangqing immediately understood and laughed, "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements with everyone. We'll stop when we've made our point. A martial contest isn't a fight to the death, so don't worry."
After everyone was seated, Chen Yang led a group of teachers and quietly ascended the viewing platform.
Chen Shu explained to everyone beside him, "The formation was checked last night. Even someone at the fifth level of Core Condensation wouldn't be able to break it instantly."
"In addition to that, there are a hundred Foundation Establishment realm cultivators ready to handle any unexpected situations in the outer perimeter."
"The four corners of the entire training ground are each guarded by a Core Condensation realm cultivator."
Everyone nodded in satisfaction. Chen Shu's cultivation might not be very high, but his arrangements and preparations for such a grand event were exceptionally well-organized.
He had even taken into account the feelings and experiences of the audience.
Seated behind Chen Yang was Wu Min, and beside him were Jin Chifeng and others who had previously gathered at the Land of Hope.
This small circle wasn't very well-known in the Land of Hope, but most of them were at the Core Condensation realm and had excellent relationships with humans.
Wu Min pointed at Jin Chiyan on the stage and said, "The person beside your brother is from the Buddhist Kingdom."
Jin Chifeng slowly nodded. He had met the Three Emperor Buddhas once, and Bei Xuan was someone he was also somewhat acquainted with.
The departure of the Three Emperor Buddhas with their people was not a secret to Jin Chifeng and his companions.
Naturally, they were very interested in Chanwu, a person from the Buddhist Kingdom.
At the front, Chen Yang was explaining to Le Jinlutu, Jing Youshui, and others, "The morning session is for individual matches, and the afternoon is for team matches."
"Individual matches will be decided by drawing lots, and team matches will be in groups of three."
"Although most battles for cultivators are fought alone, cooperation is also a very important matter."
"The academies in the Land of Hope do not just cultivate individual strength but aim for all-around development."
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Even the lord of the distant realm secretly used a wisp of his spiritual power to listen to Chen Yang's explanation.
After all, this kind of event was a first in the realm.
The lot-drawing process was extremely fast. Hou Qingzhu looked at the number one tag in her hand, and her scalp tingled.
Hou Qingzhu never imagined that she would be the first to compete.
Even the people from the special class turned their attention to Hou Qingzhu.
After all, Hou Qingzhu's identity was too special.
If the first match was lost, it would not only be a blow to the morale of the special class...
She was Chen Yang's disciple!
When Hou Qingzhu stepped forward, even the referee was stunned.
After confirming that the lot number was correct, the referee discreetly glanced at Chen Yang on the viewing platform.
Le Jinlutu on the platform immediately recognized Hou Qingzhu.
He had specifically asked someone to keep an eye on Hou Qingzhu during the Barbarian War.
"The first match is your disciple?"
Faced with Le Jinlutu's inquiry, Chen Yang said with a wry smile, "It's a truly random draw, no one tampered with it. I don't know who this girl will be fighting."
At this moment, another graceful figure slowly walked towards the martial arts stage.
Upon seeing the other person, Hou Qingzhu was first taken aback, then said, "Sister, why are you up here? It's okay, I can do it."
Seeing the lot number in the other person's hand, Hou Qingzhu first thought that she was going to swap lots with her.
However, the other person shook her head with a wry smile and handed her lot to the referee, saying with a laugh, "It's useless to swap with you, I also got number one."
Even Chen Yang was stunned. He turned to Chen Shu and asked doubtfully, "Fang Yuanyuan? This wasn't tampered with?"
Chen Shu's face was conflicted as he shook his head. Even if they had tampered with it, they wouldn't have arranged for these two to compete, especially in the first match.
Seeing that Chen Yang also recognized the second person to take the stage, Jing Youshui, who was beside him, asked curiously, "You know the person your disciple is going to fight as well?"
Chen Yang nodded slowly and sighed, "A junior, a very hardworking girl."
The referee standing on the stage could only brace himself and say, "With so many people watching, it's not good for me to change participants arbitrarily. You two, do your best."
Fang Yuanyuan reached out and tapped Hou Qingzhu's forehead, chuckling softly, "Silly girl, don't just stand there. I won't hold back later!"
Watching Fang Yuanyuan walk towards a corner of the training ground, Hou Qingzhu also reacted. Today was not an ordinary sparring session, but the first martial contest.
It was her master's and the entire Land of Hope's immense hope.
And she had to give her all!
Hou Qingzhu waved her fist at Fang Yuanyuan and shouted loudly, "Sister Yuanyuan, I'm very strong!"
Fang Yuanyuan stopped and turned to look at Hou Qingzhu. She had somehow put on a pair of thin, gauzy gloves and said softly, "Then don't disappoint me."