The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

puff.

The spear pierced through his chest.

Shenmu Xun's body suddenly stiffened as he rushed forward. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the spear tip protruding from his chest. The flames burning in his eyes finally began to dim.

boom.

Shenmu Xun's body fell straight forward.

He lost.

"The winner is Ross from Zero Academy."

The referee's voice rang out.

Ross stood there, panting heavily. He looked at Shenmu Xun lying on the ground and thought to himself, "Thank goodness."

He won; fortunately, he had another trick up his sleeve.

Rose's victory did not cause much of a stir on the court. Medical staff skillfully carried the unconscious Shenmu Xun off the court, a scene that seemed to have become the norm these days.

"The second match of the quarterfinals."

The enormous holographic screen shimmered with light, forcibly drawing everyone's attention to it.

Finally, the two portraits slowly came to a stop.

Huaqing College, An Changqing.

Taipei College, Wei Tong.

"It's my turn."

An Changqing smiled gently at the person beside him and stood up.

"Go, Senior Changqing!"

Shan Heng clenched his fists in tension.

On the other side, in the rest area of ​​Taipei Academy, Bai Huanran patted Wei Tong on the shoulder.

Don't feel pressured, just do your best.

Wei Tong, a burly man over two meters tall, with bulging muscles that almost burst his team uniform, nodded sharply to Bai Huanran, his jaw resolute.

"I understand, Captain."

The two stood in the center of the room.

Wei Tong looked at the spirited An Changqing opposite him: "An, I've long admired your name. Please enlighten me."

"please."

An Changqing returned the salute, placing one hand on the hilt of his sword with a composed demeanor.

"The match begins."

The referee's voice was almost completely swallowed up by a loud bang.

The alloy floor tiles beneath Wei Tong's feet shattered instantly, and he hurtled towards An Changqing like a runaway train. Even before his fist arrived, the terrifying force of the punch caused the air to whistle.

Wei Tong's fist, powerful enough to shatter alloy, barely grazed An Changqing's clothes. The strong wind blew his team uniform straight back, making a rustling sound. But this slight difference was like an insurmountable chasm.

With his punch missing its mark, Wei Tong exerted force with his feet, twisted his waist and turned his hips, and his other iron fist transformed into a sweeping whip shadow, whistling through the air, smashing towards An Changqing's side. The movement was seamless, fully demonstrating his battle instincts honed through countless trials.

An Changqing lightly touched the ground with his foot, and his whole body slid backward several meters like a ghost, once again perfectly avoiding this vicious attack.

"this……"

On the field, Wei Tong became anxious as his attacks repeatedly missed. His muscles swelled up again, and dense, yellowish-brown lines appeared on his skin.

He abandoned all superfluous techniques, his fists like two battering sledgehammers, using the purest and most ruthless power to unleash a barrage of punches, indiscriminately bombarding the area where An Changqing was located.

Boom, boom, boom.

The hard alloy floor tiles were as fragile as tofu under his fists, leaving deep craters. Debris mixed with shockwaves flew everywhere, and the entire arena trembled slightly under the attack.

At this point, there are no weaklings left.

However, amidst that devastating storm of fist shadows, An Changqing's figure remained elusive.

He was like a lone boat in a raging storm, seemingly about to be swallowed up at any moment, yet always managing to slip through the gaps in the waves unscathed at the most dangerous moments.

"Why...why can't I hit it?"

Wei Tong could feel that his opponent was like an unreachable star. No matter how hard he tried to punch, he could only strike the void in vain, without even having the right to touch his opponent.

"Your punches are very powerful."

An Changqing's voice rang out for the first time amidst the howling wind of the punches, clearly reaching Wei Tong's ears.

"Unfortunately, it's too slow."

The moment he finished speaking, his ever-leisurely figure took a step forward to meet the shadow of the fist for the first time.

This one step instantly erased the seemingly vast distance between him and Wei Tong.

Warning bells rang in Wei Tong's mind. Without thinking, he concentrated all his strength into his right fist and unleashed his most powerful punch at An Changqing, who was right in front of him.

At that very moment, An Changqing finally made a new move.

Clang.

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the entire arena.

A dazzling silver sword light, like the first ray of starlight in the night, flashed past everyone's eyes in an instant, so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception.

Wei Tong only felt a blur before his eyes, and his fist, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall. All the power was diverted into empty space at the moment of contact.

He looked down and saw the tip of a long sword pressed silently against his throat.

The icy touch instantly stiffened all the muscles in his body.

With a flick of his wrist, An Changqing returned the longsword to its sheath. The entire process was so smooth and fast that it seemed as if the fleeting glimpse of the sword light just now was merely an illusion.

He looked at Wei Tong, who was still in a punching stance but whose body was frozen in place, and a gentle smile remained on his face.

"You're too kind."

Wei Tong slowly withdrew his fist, a bitter expression on his face.

He lost.

They lost convincingly.

"The winner is An Changqing from Huaqing Academy."

The referee's voice rang out again.

Wow.

After a brief silence, the entire audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Bai Huanran silently walked forward from the Taipei City College.

Wei Tong looked somewhat ashamed: "Captain, I..."

"You played very well."

Bai Huanran patted him on the shoulder: "We've just encountered a true prodigy."

As he spoke, his gaze once again fell upon the rest area of ​​Huaqing College.

Huaqing Rest Area.

"Kid, did you see that? This is the proper way to fight. That kid named An Changqing's use of power is ten thousand times more refined than yours."

Bal's voice was filled with admiration for An Changqing and disdain for Chen Guan.

Chen Guan is a typical example of someone who uses sheer force and a shameless, underhanded style of play.

"His sword already has some of the rudiments of laws, breaking through the surface with a single point, drawing on the power of stars, not bad, really not bad."

"Unlike you, you have no skill whatsoever, you're just vulgar."

"I learned it from you." Chen Guan retorted mercilessly. Baal had also played a significant role in his decision to embark on this path.

There's no way around it, Baal's skills are just too useful.

……

Just as Chen Guan and Bal were bickering, in a corner of the audience, in a private box, the light was dim.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of fine black tea, completely isolated from the distant clamor of voices.

"What a beautiful sword."

A slightly languid voice broke the silence. San Tai rested his chin on one hand, swirled the red liquid in his wine glass with the other, and stared at An Changqing below with great interest.