Eat Little Almonds
Chapter 308 Members of the Jingda First Team.
After all, he had confidently asserted that Qiao Yu didn't know any necromancy before the match.
He could only channel his frustration into power, angrily slashing his sword straight at Qiao Yu's head.
"Die!"
However, how could Zuo You stand idly by while someone tried to attack Qiao Yu?
Qin Hao's sword struck Zuo You's Nether Spell Shield squarely, which now faintly shimmered with a few streaks of blue and silver light.
"Energy Storage Replication! Release!"
A sly glint flashed in Zuo You's eyes.
Countless violent bolts of lightning erupted from the Nether Spell Shield. Although not as powerful as Lei Shunyu himself could unleash, it was enough to give Qin Hao a hard time.
Qin Hao was instantly paralyzed by the electricity, and his hair stood on end.
Ma Fei seized the opportunity and knocked Qin Hao off the training platform with a single sword strike.
Then, Ma Fei stood with his hands behind his back, looking down on everything with disdain.
"Qin Hao, rest in peace. I've already started researching our opponents for the combat competition. I'll show them on that stage who the world's number one young swordsman really is!"
Qin Hao, who had fallen off the stage, heard this and fainted from anger.
He couldn't understand how someone could launch a sneak attack and still have the nerve to look down on the world with such an expression.
After Qin Hao was eliminated, An Da Ren and Zhuang Fanrou were even less likely to turn the tables in a two-on-five situation. Qiao Yu and Yang Xiangdi each used a skill to send them down.
Qiao Yu took a deep breath and couldn't help but feel secretly lucky.
If Lei Shunyu hadn't been caught off guard by the row of headless knights he had summoned from behind, they wouldn't have won this match so easily.
After all, the terrifying power of Lei Shunyu's lightning had been clear for all to see.
The training ground was now silent, so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping.
Before the match, no one had expected that five unheralded freshmen could actually defeat the second team from Jing University.
Finally, one of the older students reacted and asked,
"I remember someone saying before the match that if the second team lost, he would… the propeller of a ship. Where is that guy? Give me a link to the livestream, I'll send you two big rockets."
"Huh? I remember it was Liang Feifan from the sow postpartum care major! Where is Liang Feifan?"
"Here, here!"
The crowd instantly parted to the sides, leaving a greasy-haired fatty standing alone in the middle of the crowd.
Cold sweat dripped from Liang Feifan's forehead. He was just spouting nonsense at the time. How could he have imagined that the second team would actually lose to the freshmen?
If he had known, he would have said he would… a five-speed electric fan. How could a person handle a ship's propeller? He would probably be turned into sliced ham.
"I was just joking, brothers..." Liang Feifan looked distressed.
"Tsk~" A chorus of boos rang out from the crowd, and someone even flipped him off and cursed, "Eat shit, Liang Feifan!"
On the training ground, the members of Jing University's first team also looked at Qiao Yu and the others with interest.
"What do you think? I told you my old friends are extraordinary!" Long Xiang chuckled.
A man wearing a white practice suit, with ordinary looks, sat on the stone steps with his hands crossed in front of his mouth. A pair of murderous eyes were hidden behind black-rimmed glasses.
This was a man so ordinary that he would disappear into the crowd, but Long Xiang and the others seemed to be led by him.
"They're okay, but nothing special."
The man's words made Long Xiang's face stiffen, and his smile froze. His psychological shadow area increased by 50 square centimeters.
"Don't forget, our only opponents from beginning to end are the first team from Huaqing University, and that man named Gu Ming. We shouldn't be thinking about anything else right now."
After the man finished speaking, he turned and left, not giving Long Xiang any face.
Long Xiang's expression was uncertain, but he didn't dare to retort.
The reason was simple: this man was the captain of the first team, Jing University's number one genius—the level 32 high-level armored warrior, Duan Shui Liu.
"It's okay, Long Xiang, you know the captain's personality. He didn't mean anything by it."
A pleasant female voice rang out, and Dai Siyu, a hot woman in a red dress, patted Long Xiang's shoulder. The size of her chest was even comparable to Zhao Ziyue's.
The famous writer Lu once said that the bigger the breasts, the more sense the speech makes.
After Dai Siyu's comfort, Long Xiang's face did indeed look better.
"Long Xiang, since they're all your old friends, why don't you introduce them? After all, we'll be participating in the combat competition together." Dai Siyu smiled slightly.
"Okay!" Long Xiang nodded and then walked towards Qiao Yu and the others.
At this time, Qiao Yu and the others were lowering their heads and getting scolded.
"You brat! I told you not to use your physical body before the semi-finals, and you still put on a Corpse Flesh Art and rushed up? What kind of necromancer puts on a Corpse Flesh Art to tank damage?"
"Do you think I don't know any necromancy? Do you think I'm stupid? Huh?"
Pa!
Shen Jianshu directly knocked Qiao Yu on the head with a thermos cup. Qiao Yu was fine, but Shen Jianshu's thermos cup was dented. Shen Jianshu became even more angry when he saw this.
At this moment, Long Xiang happened to arrive. He smiled and greeted, "Professor Shen, good afternoon."
"Get lost!"
Long Xiang: "...Okay."
He felt very aggrieved in his heart. Fine, he would get lost, but why be so fierce?
It wasn't until half an hour later that Qiao Yu finally finished being scolded. After repeatedly promising that he would definitely not use his physical body next time, Old Professor Shen left the training ground angrily to repair his thermos cup.
Seeing Shen Jianshu leave, Long Xiang dared to come forward again.
"Junior Brother Qiao Yu, congratulations on winning the spot in the combat competition. Let me introduce you to a few of the seniors from the first team."
"This is Senior Brother Wan Maoxue, level 31 high-level ninja assassin!"
A man with a black mole on his chin smiled kindly at Qiao Yu and the others. He was not very tall, about 1.65 meters, and very thin.
"This is Senior Sister Ke Jingxue, level 31 high-level wind and fire dual-attribute mage!"
"Hi, hello junior brothers and sisters."
Ke Jing smiled and waved at Qiao Yu and the others. She was not very pretty, but she gave people a comfortable feeling like a spring breeze.
"This is Senior Sister Dai Siyu, level 30 mid-level blessing-type white mage!"
When Dai Siyu was introduced, the eyes of Qiao Yu and the others clearly lit up.
Although Dai Siyu's figure was not much different from Zhao Ziyue's, her clothes were obviously much bolder. A tight-fitting red dress perfectly outlined her figure.
Ma Fei immediately cupped his hands and said, "Hello, Senior Sister! This humble one is Yin Zhifei, the third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. I never expected that there would be such an outstandingly beautiful woman like Senior Sister in the world!"
"You cuckold, get lost!"
Yang Xiangdi kicked Ma Fei away and then grinned at Dai Siyu.
"Senior Sister, do you know why oysters that are piled up in the mud are especially plump?"
Dai Siyu had a smile on her face. She vaguely felt that these freshmen were quite interesting, so she asked, "Why?"
"Because mud oysters are beautiful! Hehe!" Yang Xiangdi directly made a heart gesture.
"Little fatty, your corny love talk is really corny."
Dai Siyu was amused by this cute little fatty and giggled.
Qiao Yu was eager to try and was just about to say a few flirty words when he suddenly felt a murderous gaze staring at him from behind.
"Cough cough!"
Qiao Yu suddenly became serious.
"Yang Xiangdi, you're wrong. The reason why oysters piled up in the mud are especially plump is because of the accumulated mud is too beautiful!"