Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

Yu Ling'er kept Li Yuan's instructions firmly in mind: never fight head-on. If her first attack missed, she would immediately use the force of the collision to float backward, changing her footwork as she circled around Zhao Lingyun, looking for the next opportunity.

She brought her agility and skill with the short stick to the extreme. Although she could not pose a real threat to Zhao Lingyun, she also made it difficult for him to lock onto her.

For a moment, on the arena, a figure in cyan was seen flitting among flowers like a butterfly, locked in a fierce struggle with a figure in silver.

"This brave young lady has quite good agility."

"What a pity, the gap in strength is too great, defeat was only a matter of time."

"It's already quite an achievement that they've been able to fight for so long."

At this moment, the scene on the West Arena is quite different.

Chu Yunhe held his spear, casually twirled it, and smiled slightly at Han Feng, who had a solemn expression: "Senior Brother Han, please."

"please!"

Han Feng gave a low shout, said no more, pushed off with his foot, and moved with the gun. The gun tip shot out like a poisonous dragon, with a sharp whistling sound, straight at Chu Yunhe's chest.

The spear shot out like lightning, with a fierce and imposing aura; it was the opening stance of the famous Po Jun Spear Technique from Tian Ce Academy.

Chu Yunhe's eyes narrowed slightly. He slowly raised his spear, and with a slight tap of the tip, he precisely placed it on Han Feng's spear shaft.

A supple and skillful force came, causing Han Feng's powerful spear strike to deflect slightly.

At the same time, he slid to the side, dodging the spearhead, and with a backhand thrust, like a snake spitting its tongue, aimed at Han Feng's ribs.

Han Feng was startled and hurriedly twisted his waist to parry with his spear. The two spears collided instantly, producing a crisp metallic clang.

"choke--!"

"good!"

A burst of cheers erupted from the audience.

Chu Yunhe's seemingly casual strike, touch, and thrust were actually exquisite, demonstrating his exceptional marksmanship.

Han Feng abandoned his initial disdain, his expression becoming even more serious. He unleashed his spear technique, sweeping and powerful like a storm, the shadows of his spears enveloping Chu Yunhe.

His spear technique was powerful and imposing, with each shot accompanied by the sound of wind breaking through the air, clearly demonstrating the full extent of the fierce and powerful nature of the Po Jun spear technique.

Chu Yunhe's spear technique was completely different; his spear movements were graceful and agile, like flowing clouds and water.

He did not engage Han Feng in a direct confrontation of strength, but instead relied on his exquisite footwork to weave through the shadows of the spear. His spear was like a leech, each move aimed at Han Feng's vital points.

His marksmanship was swift as lightning and unpredictable, leaving Han Feng with a frustrating feeling of being unable to use his strength.

For a time, spears flew across the western arena, and the sounds of metal clashing filled the air as the two fought back and forth, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The students from Shenwu Academy below the stage were completely engrossed in the performance, cheering loudly for Chu Yunhe. The students from Tiance Academy were not to be outdone, their shouts shaking the heavens.

"Senior Brother Chu's marksmanship is so cool!"

"Han Feng's gun is amazing too! The two are evenly matched!"

"I think Senior Brother Chu is better; he's clearly handling things with ease!"

"Not necessarily, Han Feng is getting stronger with each battle!"

Some people in the audience even started placing bets: "Come on, let's bet on Chu Yunhe to win at 1.2 odds, and on Han Feng to win at 1.5 odds!"

"Place your order now!"

On the East Arena, as time went on, Yu Ling'er was exhausted and drenched in sweat.

There was a significant gap in strength between her and Zhao Lingyun; she relied entirely on her agile movements to keep up.

Gradually, Zhao Lingyun also lost patience. His eyes turned cold, and he finally took the initiative to make a move. He struck out with a palm, creating a thousand palm shadows that instantly blocked all of Yu Ling'er's escape space.

Yu Ling'er couldn't avoid it at all, so she could only grit her teeth and swing her stick to parry.

"Bang!"

A figure in green was sent flying backward by the shock, barely managing to stand firm at the edge of the arena. Yu Ling'er felt a sweet taste in her throat and managed to hold back from spitting out blood.

Zhao Lingyun used his full strength in that palm strike, which had already injured her.

"I surrender."

Yu Ling'er wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said decisively, "There's no point in continuing to fight."

"Thank you for your concession."

Zhao Lingyun nodded slightly, not too proud. If Yu Ling'er, the one with the lowest cultivation level, was already so troublesome, one could imagine the level of the others.

On the East Arena, Tian Ce scored the first point.

Almost simultaneously, the outcome of the match was also decided in the West Arena.

Han Feng, unable to break through after a long attack, gradually became impatient. He swung a heavy spear, but Chu Yunhe skillfully deflected it.

A glint flashed in Chu Yunhe's eyes. Seizing the opportunity, he moved with his spear, becoming one with the weapon, transforming into a streak of light that instantly pierced through Han Feng's defenses, the spear tip stopping steadily in front of Han Feng's throat.

Han Feng's body froze instantly, the spear in his hand clattered to the ground, and his face turned ashen.

"You flatter me." Chu Yunhe sheathed his gun and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I lost." Han Feng said dejectedly.

On the West Arena, Shenwu won back a point, bringing the first round to a 1-1 tie.

This result surprised many people, and the brilliant strategy of Tian Ji's horse racing game has begun to show results.

On the other side, Wanxiang and Taixu also had their share of wins and losses, with each of the four teams scoring one point, making the upcoming second round crucial.

After a short break, the second round matchups will be announced. Coincidentally, Shenwu Academy has once again drawn Tian Ce. It seems these two teams are truly destined to be together.

All eyes were on the battle board. Li Yuan stood in the preparation area, his gaze calm, as if he had everything under control.

The referee announced loudly: "Round Two, Shen Lian from Shenwu Academy versus Zhou Tong from Tiance Academy!"

Zhou Tong?

It wasn't the unpredictable Sun Miao, nor the girl with the double halberds, but a disciple whose previous information indicated he was relatively ordinary, known for his defense and strength.

Li Yuan frowned slightly and looked towards Tian Ce's preparation area, where he saw Zhao Lingyun's lips curl into a cold smile.

His heart tightened; this Zhou Tong was definitely not simple.

Li Yuan quickly recalled Zhou Tong's information, which contained very little detail. He knew there must be something fishy about it; the information had definitely been tampered with.

"Shen Lian," Li Yuan said in a low voice, "this person may be hiding his strength, or he may have some special methods. You must be careful."

"Hmm." Shen Lian nodded, picked up his sword, and strode towards the arena.

At this time, the East Arena also announced its match list.

"Ji Fanghua from Shenwu Academy versus Sun Miao from Tiance Academy!"

It really was Ghost Shadow Sun Miao.

Tian Ce dispatched their most unpredictable disciple to deal with Ji Fanghua, who was also known for her unpredictable movements.

This will be a battle of speed!

Ji Fanghua remained calm and nodded to Li Yuan.

"Junior Sister Ji," Li Yuan whispered, "just play your best, win or lose, as long as you do your best."

He knew that Ji Fanghua was a sensitive person and didn't want to put pressure on her.

"it is good."

Ji Fanghua glanced at him, raised the short sword in her hand, and walked onto the stage.

On the arena, the flames of war rise once more.

Sun Miao was tall and thin, dressed in a gray-brown outfit, with a cynical smirk on his face.

Looking at the silent, thin girl opposite him, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. So what if she has spatial talent? Until you reach the Breaking Illusion Realm, you can't bring out its subtleties.

In the face of absolute speed, any fancy tricks are futile.

"Little sister, it's not too late to admit defeat now, so you don't end up crying later," Sun Miao said jokingly, trying to influence the other person's mood in this way.

Ji Fanghua ignored the noise, her eyes slightly lowered, as if she had blocked out all the outside world's clamor.

She keenly sensed a cold aura emanating from the other person.

"start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Sun Miao's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot!