Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

"mean!"

The Shenwu Academy students below the stage cursed angrily, and Liu Hongyan's face also turned cold.

Mr. Mo, who was standing next to her, shook his head: "The rules of the Four Colleges League do not prohibit the use of drugs."

Liu Hongyan stomped her foot angrily and pursed her lips. Although it was not prohibited, Zhou Tong had clearly taken advantage of a loophole in the rules and used despicable methods.

Caught off guard, Shen Lian inhaled a small amount of the poison powder, immediately feeling a stinging pain in his eyes, tearing up, and his vision blurring.

A sweet, fishy smell rushed straight to the top of his head, and the flow of internal energy suddenly became sluggish, causing a wave of dizziness.

Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he hurriedly held his breath, retreating rapidly while simultaneously wielding his longsword into a curtain of light to protect himself.

"Haha! Lie down now!"

Zhou Tong grinned maliciously and pounced forward, his iron palms, carrying violent true energy, slamming into the gap in Shen Lian's chest and abdomen that was exposed due to obstructed vision.

If this palm strike landed squarely, Shen Lian would be seriously injured, if not killed.

Everyone's hearts jumped into their throats, as it seemed Shen Lian was about to suffer.

At the critical moment, Shen Lian shouted loudly, and a fierce aura suddenly erupted from his body.

His blood and qi surged, and a faint, deep wolf howl emanated from his body, while a layer of silver light shimmered on his skin.

The Silver Wolf bloodline has been initially activated.

"roar!"

Shen Lian let out a wolf howl, neither dodging nor avoiding, his long sword striking first, transforming into a silver lightning bolt that tore through the air, slashing straight at Zhou Tong's face.

It was a fight to the death, a lose-lose situation.

Zhou Tong was horrified, never expecting that Shen Lian, despite being poisoned, could still unleash such terrifying combat power.

The aura of death terrified him, and he instinctively pulled back his outstretched palms, crossing them above his head to block.

"clang--!"

The deafening clang of metal resounded throughout the stadium.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones shattering came from Zhou Tong's arms. He was hit as if by a rampaging beast, spitting blood. He was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena. His eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness, his arms bent at an eerie angle.

Shen Lian was also struck in the chest by the aftershock of the palm strike from his hasty defensive maneuver. He groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and staggered back several steps before using his sword to steady himself.

His face was pale, but his eyes were still fierce like a wolf's. He glanced coldly at the unconscious Zhou Tong and slowly sheathed his sword.

"West Arena, Shen Lian of Shenwu Academy wins!" the referee announced loudly.

A doctor immediately came up to examine the two men's injuries.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by a huge uproar. Some people cursed Zhou Tong for being despicable and shameless, while others praised Shen Lian for his desperate counterattack and unparalleled bravery.

"Shen Lian! Well done!"

"Silver Wolf bloodline! Truly formidable!"

"Trading injury for injury, that's too cruel!"

In the Shenwu preparation area, Liu Hongyan's expression softened slightly, and she immediately had someone help Shen Lian, who had already taken the antidote and had his injuries treated, back to the hospital.

Li Yuan stepped forward, examined his injuries, and frowned slightly.

Shen Lian's internal organs were shaken, he had bruises on his shoulders and back, and he had inhaled a small amount of poison powder. Although it was not fatal, he was obviously unable to participate in the third round of the competition.

"Round 2, Shenwu Academy, two wins, two points." The referee's voice rang out again, "Wanxiang Academy, Taixu Academy, one point each."

After two rounds, Shenwu Academy leads with three points, Taixu Academy and Wanxiang Academy are tied for second place with two points, and Tiance Academy is at the bottom with one point, basically out of the running for the championship.

Zhao Lingyun glared at Li Yuan, his face so dark it could drip water.

After a short break, the crucial third round of matches is about to begin.

This round is special because it involves four teams playing against each other.

The light screen lit up, showing the East Arena: Li Yuan from Shenwu Academy versus Leng Ning Shuang from Taixu Academy.

West Arena: Chu Yunhe of Shenwu Academy vs. Zhao Lingyun of Tiance Academy.

The moment the matchup was announced, the entire stadium erupted in uproar.

Li Yuan is talking about the cooling cream!

A mysterious prodigy with level nine talent faces off against a girl from Taixu Academy who is as unfathomable as an iceberg snow lotus.

This is undoubtedly the battle of focus.

As for Chu Yunhe facing Zhao Lingyun, their strengths are evenly matched, and the outcome is unpredictable.

This round of competition will determine the winner of the first round, and it is sure to be spectacular.

Li Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. Leng Ningshuang's warning to him in the corridor last night still echoed in his ears: this woman was no ordinary person.

Chu Yunhe stretched lazily, looked at Zhao Lingyun who was burning with fighting spirit opposite him, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Finally, it's the main character's turn."

Liu Hongyan whispered to Li Yuan, "Leng Ningshuang's strength is a mystery. Taixu Academy's techniques are unique, and they are skilled in mental illusions and some strange arts. You must be careful, keep your mind steady, and use your strength to break through her illusions."

"The student understands." Li Yuan nodded.

Looking at Leng Ning Shuang, who had already gotten up and was walking towards the arena not far away, dressed in white like snow, she was aloof and peerless, as if she were untouched by any dust.

Li Yuan's fighting spirit also surged; he had to win this round.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, he calmly walked onto the arena.

At the same time, Chu Yunhe also carried his sword and walked towards the arena on the west side.

On the other side, Lei Lie, the captain of Taixu Academy, faced off against Wen Ruoxu, the captain of Wanxiang Academy, while the woman from Tiance Academy also faced off against a prodigy from Wanxiang Academy.

Four decisive matches are about to take place simultaneously, and the atmosphere on the entire Tianyan Stage is extremely tense.

On the East Arena, Li Yuan and Leng Ning Shuang stood facing each other.

Li Yuan was dressed in an indigo-blue outfit, his posture was upright, and his aura was harmonious and restrained, as steady as a mountain.

Opposite him stood Leng Ningshuang, dressed in white, with a beautiful and refined appearance, her temperament as aloof as a lotus on an iceberg. Her deep eyes gazed quietly at Li Yuan, as if they could see through all illusions.

"Li Yuan from Shenwu Academy, please instruct me, Senior Sister Leng." Li Yuan bowed, displaying impeccable manners.

Leng Ning Shuang simply nodded slightly, her clear, cold voice ringing out: "Tai Xu, Leng Ning Shuang, please."

As the referee gave the order, Leng Ningshuang extended her slender, jade-like right index finger and gently tapped the empty space in front of her.

Om-!

A wisp of icy blue light emanated from her fingertip, radiating a chilling aura. It quickly spread, transforming into countless crystal-clear icicles that traced mysterious trajectories in the air, forming a slowly rotating ice crystal array.

Mystic Ice Formation.

A chill permeated the air, and a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the ground of the arena, as if even the air itself was about to freeze.

"Void forms an array! A single thought turns to ice!"

Someone in the audience whispered, "This woman's skill in magic has reached a high level!"

Li Yuan's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, actually taking the initiative to meet the slowly pressing Xuanbing Formation.

As he approached the formation, his pale golden true energy erupted, and with a clenched right fist, he unleashed a powerful, unadorned stone-shattering palm strike, aiming directly at the weakest point in the center of the formation.

Wherever the fist passed, the air exploded, and the extremely yang and powerful true energy clashed violently with the icy cold power.

However, something strange happened. Li Yuan's fist force, which was powerful enough to split rocks and shatter stone, seemed to vanish into thin air the moment it touched the formation, its force being dissipated layer by layer.

At the same time, a chilling coldness rebounded from the force of the punch, attempting to freeze his meridians.

"The Realm of Breaking Through Illusions?"

Sensing the pure magical power contained within the Xuanbing Formation, far exceeding that of the Questioning Heart Realm, Li Yuan was shocked.

This Leng Ningshuang has quietly stepped into the second realm of the middle three realms, the Realm of Breaking Illusion!

No wonder Taixu Academy dared to let her fight; this is definitely the pinnacle of her personal cultivation in this league.