Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Sir, I don't think I know you."

Lu Feng was also taken aback when faced with the surprised look from the middle-aged deacon.

After all, he really didn't have any impression of the middle-aged deacon in front of him, but the other party seemed to know him very well.

"Ahem, ahem, I misbehaved for a moment, I hope Brother Lu Feng won't take it to heart...!"

After clearing his throat a few more times, the middle-aged deacon composed himself and then changed the subject, saying, "This year's academy competition is divided into two rounds. The first round is a challenge by drawing lots, and the second round is a free challenge. I wonder if Brother Lu Feng understands the rules?"

"rule?"

A hint of doubt appeared on Lu Feng's face.

"That's right. Actually, the rules of the academy competition aren't too complicated. Participants are matched with opponents by random draw. Winners continue to challenge, while losers are eliminated. As long as you can win three consecutive matches, you can advance to the next round of free challenges!"

Seeing the confusion on Lu Feng's face, the middle-aged deacon grinned again and then explained unhurriedly, "In addition, if a participant can win five or more consecutive matches in the first round of the draw challenge, they can receive a generous bonus of contribution points!"

"Can you get free contribution points for winning five or more games in a row?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng stroked his chin, his interest piqued.

As the saying goes, no one wants to live too long, and no one wants to have too much wealth. This contribution that's been handed to us is definitely worth taking!

Moreover, with Lu Feng's current cultivation level, as long as he doesn't encounter some seasoned veterans ranked high in the Southern Academy, winning five matches in a row shouldn't be too difficult!

"Thank you for the reminder, brother."

Composing himself, Lu Feng once again cupped his hands in greeting to the middle-aged deacon opposite him.

"Brother Lu Feng, there's no need to be so polite. These are all things I should do."

Returning the greeting with a bow, the middle-aged deacon didn't waste any more words and immediately helped Lu Feng complete the registration procedures, handing him an iron token with a sealed sticker on the front, which seemed to contain Lu Feng's competition number.

"Number 15?"

Lu Feng raised his hand to take the iron token, and with a slight exertion of force in his palm, he shattered the sticker on the token, revealing a clearly visible black character.

According to the rules of the academy competition, the first round is a challenge by drawing lots, which means that Lu Feng's opponent is someone who also drew the number fifteen token.

"First round of the academy competition, number 15, North Campus, Lu Feng!"

"First round of the academy competition, number 15, West Campus, Wu Lin!"

The moment Lu Feng revealed his token number, another deacon beside him made a loud announcement.

The next moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a light white martial arts robe and with a strong physique leaped through the crowd and landed steadily on one of the arenas in the martial arts arena. He seemed to be Lu Feng's opponent in this round.

"First level of the Spirit Soul Realm?"

Lu Feng released his Yuanli perception and sensed that Wu Lin on the stage had a powerful aura and had already reached the Spirit Soul Realm. Lu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, then leaped up and landed on the opposite side of the arena.

Although Wu Lin was a first-level Spirit Soul Realm martial artist and his strength was not weak, and he was considered above average among the students of the West Academy, he still could not do anything to Lu Feng.

After all, even the Xie brothers from the Five Spirits Society couldn't withstand three moves from Lu Feng, let alone Wu Lin, who was only at the first level of the Spirit Soul Realm.

"Lu Feng, to have such cultivation at such a young age, no wonder this kid dared to challenge the Five Spirits Society head-on, and even publicly made a life-or-death duel with Cheng Xuyuan, Xu Tianlong's sworn brother. This is going to be a good show..."

Seeing Lu Feng leap onto the arena, the middle-aged steward below stroked his chin and then revealed a meaningful expression, as if he knew quite a bit about the former's deeds.

...

A giant martial arts arena, including one of the fighting rings.

"Lu Feng, I've heard of you. You're very strong, and you're even known as the Rookie King of the North Academy. Even Liu Heng and the others from the Five Spirits Society are no match for you..."

Seeing Lu Feng step onto the stage, Wu Lin also took a deep breath, then a hint of arrogance appeared on his face, "However, the North Academy is nothing more than a place for a bunch of newbies to play around. Even if you can dominate a region there, it's nothing special...!"

"As for my strength, it far surpasses that of Liu Heng and the others of yesteryear. You are destined to lose this battle!"

"Really? That's not necessarily true..."

Seeing Wu Lin's confident expression, Lu Feng merely smiled slightly and then beckoned to him with his index finger, "Make your move. You only have one chance to beat me, and your chances of winning are certainly no more than 10%."

"Arrogant!"

Faced with Lu Feng's disdain, Wu Lin's face darkened, and he was furious. He leaped up and attacked, throwing a punch at the other man's vital dantian!

Boom!

In an instant, the force of the fist pierced the air, and the Yuan energy raged, causing a deafening roar that enveloped most of the arena.

Clearly, Wu Lin's furious punch was delivered without any restraint; its power was enough to severely injure an ordinary first-level Spirit Soul Realm martial artist!

"A trivial skill!"

Seeing Wu Lin's furious attack, Lu Feng not only made no attempt to dodge, but instead stood calmly with his hands behind his back, seemingly ready to take the full force of Wu Lin's punch head-on.

Clang! Bang!

A resounding clang, like metal clashing, echoed as Wu Lin was sent flying backward, blood splattering in mid-air, before finally crashing down from the arena in a disheveled state, raising a cloud of dust and debris.

"Pfft! This...how is this possible?!"

Wu Lin struggled to his feet, his face pale, and he coughed up blood again. His right hand was also twisted and deformed in a strange way, indicating that his injury was serious.

Not only that, Lu Feng didn't even use a trace of Yuan Power just now. He blocked his full-force punch with his physical body alone and even seriously injured him!

Thinking of this, Wu Lin was even more shocked and filled with disbelief!

"I told you, you only have one chance to beat me, and your chances are less than 10%."

Lu Feng glanced at Wu Lin, who was seriously injured, below the arena, and stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, as if he had only warmed up and had not used his full strength.

"Lu Feng, your strength is indeed extraordinary. Even after continuing my cultivation in the West Academy for over a decade, I am still no match for you. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"

Seemingly realizing the huge gap in strength between himself and Lu Feng, Wu Lin gritted his teeth, then bowed to Lu Feng with one hand, no longer displaying his previous confidence and arrogance.

After all, whether it was a contest of Yuan Power cultivation or physical strength, he was no match for Lu Feng. Moreover, he had already fallen off the stage, and according to the rules of the academy competition, falling off the stage meant defeat!

Therefore, Wu Lin was very clear in his heart that even though he was extremely unwilling, he had lost this battle completely!

"Thank you for your concession."

Faced with Wu Lin's bow of surrender, Lu Feng did not act arrogantly or pretentiously, but simply nodded.

After all, this was only the first match, and there were four more matches and a second round of free challenges. Lu Feng would then face much stronger opponents, far more powerful than Wu Lin.

"The winner of the first round, Lu Feng from the North Campus!"

"The competition continues!"

Seeing Lu Feng easily secure his first victory, a middle-aged steward in charge of refereeing next to the arena announced loudly, his face calm and showing no surprise whatsoever.

After all, there are at least several thousand students participating in this year's academy competition, and there are more than a hundred arenas inside the martial arts arena. The battles on each arena are extremely intense. As for Lu Feng, a mere student from the North Academy, he naturally wouldn't attract much attention unless his opponent's strength was truly overwhelming.

...

Not far from the training ground, above the viewing pavilion

"That guy... it really was him!"

Gazing at the familiar gray-robed figure on the arena not far away, Ren Xuanfei's beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. "The news my brother sent back was indeed correct. This guy has also been admitted to Falling Star Academy. My trip today wasn't in vain!"

"Lu Feng, let me see for myself whether you are truly qualified to be an honored guest of the Luo Prince's Mansion...!"

Thinking of this, Ren Xuanfei couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she was plotting some unknown little scheme.

"Um?"

Seemingly sensing something, Lu Feng turned to look at the viewing pavilion not far away, a look of surprise on his face. "Strange, is it just my imagination..."

Just now, he vaguely sensed a very familiar aura of Yuan energy secretly observing him, and the source of the aura was coming from above the viewing pavilion not far away.

However, the viewing pavilion has its own concealment formation, so people outside cannot see what's inside.

Therefore, Lu Feng didn't know what this Yuan energy aura was for the time being, and just assumed it was his imagination.