Shen Gan picked up the broken half of the blade. He didn't plan to repair it; he wanted to keep this broken half at home forever, constantly reminding himself that he had almost died.
The several instructors who had stood up in the audience now sat down. A few instructors were still discussing the sword strike Zhang Haoran used to sever the longblade.
However, Zhang Guoru looked at the small pool of blood on the ground, lost in thought.
They all looked at Lü Fengrou simultaneously, their eyes filled with unconcealed envy, jealousy, and hatred.
He watched Shen Gan walk off the ring and said, "Remember to send 30 First Grade Qi and Blood Pills to my Junior Brother, Fang Ping, later."
Then, looking at Fang Ping, he said, "Help me distribute them among our classmates."
Shen Gan turned his head upon hearing this. He looked at Zhang Haoran, nodded, and said, "I'll go to the Logistics Department right now."
After speaking, he walked out of the martial arts arena without looking back.
At this moment, Qi Wei, the last female student who hadn't gone on stage, sarcastically remarked, "You're just relying on your good weapon; what's there to be so arrogant about? If Shen Gan's weapon was like yours, who knows who would have lost? How can you shamelessly demand 30 Qi and Blood Pills?"
He found this girl's sharp and mean demeanor quite annoying. Impatiently, he said, "I remember there's one last challenger, and that's you, right? Get on stage."
Qi Wei hesitated upon hearing Zhang Haoran call her to the stage, but her mouth kept moving: "What, did I say something wrong? Do you think I'm afraid of you? I'm telling you..."
"Enough!"
This was Zhang Guoru's shout. What a Martial Artist most tabooed was being bad at fighting but not backing down verbally.
Zhang Guoru impatiently said, "Either you get on stage and fight him, or you concede. Stop with all the nonsense!"
Qi Wei still looked unconvinced and said, "But teacher, his weapon is so good, how can I fight?"
At this moment, Liu Yongwen handed over his longblade and said, "Use mine. My blade is also C-level Alloy; he can't cut through it."
It was unclear whether Liu Yongwen genuinely didn't realize or what, but he actually believed that he had won solely by relying on his weapon.
Zhang Guoru, however, knew Zhang Haoran's prowess. It wasn't something that could be explained by just a C-level longsword.
Zhang Guoru couldn't just watch a student go to their death. Zhang Haoran didn't kill Shen Gan, but that didn't mean he wouldn't kill Qi Wei. The words Qi Wei spoke made Zhang Guoru uncomfortable. On the ring, Zhang Haoran might truly deliver a fatal blow.
No matter what, she was on their side, so he still had to offer some advice: "Qi Wei, it's not shameful to admit defeat if you can't win. A Martial Artist is not a reckless brute."
But Qi Wei didn't appreciate it. Instead, she eagerly replied, "Instructor, don't worry. I won't lose."
Qi Wei turned and looked at Liu Yongwen with deep affection, stating firmly, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your longblade. I will definitely use this blade to kill him. Let's see who dares to stop Senior Brother from avenging his Junior Brother."
After speaking, she walked towards the ring with her head held high.
The instructors and Lü Fengrou behind her all looked at Qi Wei with strange eyes. Where did this confidence come from? Did she really think that having a C-level longblade made her invincible?
Qi Wei walked onto the ring with her head held high.
Standing on the ring, she pointed at Zhang Haoran and arrogantly said, "It's too late for you to surrender now. I'm definitely going to kill you, you pauper!"
Minister Zhou on the stage was also annoyed by Qi Wei's incessant chatter and turned to look at Zhang Haoran, checking if he was ready.
He nodded: "Don't worry, this time I won't ask for Qi and Blood Pills again."
Qi Wei scoffed upon hearing this, "Still thinking about Qi and Blood Pills? You're on the verge of death and don't even realize it."
At this moment, Minister Zhou announced.
The challenge begins!
His Qi and Blood burst forth from his feet, reaching a full 50 calories.
Zhang Haoran was indeed annoyed. This endless nagging would be even more troublesome if he didn't kill her today.
This time, he used the first half of Spiral Nine Shadows, only without creating any illusions.
In an instant, he arrived in front of Qi Wei. His longsword unsheathed and thrust out swiftly, striking Qi Wei's glabella.
Then he retracted his sword and retreated, all movements in one smooth motion.
A small red dot appeared on Qi Wei's glabella, where the longsword had struck.
Minister Zhou thought Zhang Haoran hadn't delivered a killing blow and let out a long sigh of relief. Thankfully, no one died this time.
But the people in the audience didn't think so. Especially Lü Fengrou, she had already seen it. This sword strike was a replica of the one that had shattered the ear earlier.
Sure enough, Qi Wei's longblade on the ring had only been raised halfway.
It slowly dropped, clanging! It fell onto the ring.
Qi Wei herself began to bleed from all seven orifices.
At this, everyone below the stage fell silent.
At this moment, Liu Yongwen stood up and slowly said, "My Junior Brother was also such a Genius once. His family thought he could graduate as a Medium Grade. But now, he can't even maintain First Rank Peak. His Qi and Blood have fallen to First Rank initial stage. Forget about graduating as a Medium Grade, even graduating as a Second Rank is difficult."
Then he laughed self-deprecatingly: "Talking about this is meaningless. If Wang Jinyang can cripple my Junior Brother, then I can have someone cripple his disciple! You think I bullied your Junior Brother? Then let's talk when you reach Third Rank."
"No need to wait for him to reach Third Rank. I am Third Rank, Liu Yongwen, I challenge you."
"Bang!"
The gate of the martial arts arena opened.
Wang Jinyang walked in.
Zhang Haoran looked at Wang Jinyang with interest. He didn't intend to let Wang Jinyang steal all the thunder today.
Wang Jinyang said indifferently, "Does Liu Yongwen dare to accept the challenge?"
"You!"
"Dare or not?"
Wang Jinyang said indifferently, "Get on stage. If I can't kill you within three strikes, I'll kneel in front of Magic Martial Arts University for a month, admitting that I, Wang Jinyang, am inferior to Magic Martial Arts University's peers."
"You!"
"Arrogant!"
"All of you, shut up! I accept the challenge!"
At this moment, Zhang Haoran on the ring roared.
Everyone, including Wang Jinyang, looked at him in surprise.
He repeated again, "I can accept the challenge. But you are Third Rank, and I am First Rank, so I can set conditions, right?"
Wang Jinyang looked at Zhang Haoran with a serious expression and said, "Speak, what are your conditions?"
He said leisurely, "Just now you said if you couldn't kill Liu Yongwen in three strikes, you'd kneel in front of Magic Martial Arts University for a month, right?"
Wang Jinyang nodded.
He had said those words, and he acknowledged them.
Zhang Haoran continued, "I am two ranks lower than both Liu Yongwen and you. So, my first request is to reduce the number of strikes by two."
He finished speaking and looked at Wang Jinyang.
Wang Jinyang's expression remained calm: "Continue, since you said this is the first request, there must be other requests."
Zhang Haoran didn't rush to state his other requests. Instead, he first confirmed with Wang Jinyang: "Let's agree on this first. It's not one blade strike, it's one attack. Your punch counts, your kick counts, your blade strike counts, spitting counts, snorting counts. Blocking also counts."
The tense atmosphere was broken by Zhang Haoran's words, leaving everyone between laughter and tears.
Who would spit or snort during a martial arts competition on stage?
However, everyone understood the meaning. When it was said 'one blade strike,' it couldn't just count blade strikes. If one didn't use a blade but used fists and feet, wouldn't there be no limit?
You could say that Zhang Haoran wasn't being petty, judging a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
It was fine to clarify before the fight. Since he brought it up, it was up to Wang Jinyang.
Although Wang Jinyang didn't know what he was up to, he knew that Zhang Haoran was definitely up to no good.
Now, Wang Jinyang began to hesitate.
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