High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

Today, Jiang Leyao wore a white dress, and her waist-length hair swayed gently in the wind.

Her hair was bathed in a hazy glow under the sunlight, making her look like a fairy descended from heaven.

I don't know if it's a special kind of fate, but Feng Yi just happened to be wearing a white outfit today.

Although Feng Yi's appearance isn't the kind that's particularly stunning, it's the kind that grows on you. In any case, she's far from ugly.

In addition, Feng Yi's sharp aura, like a divine sword, and his extraordinary temperament, like a sword immortal descended to earth, give him a unique charm.

The two men stepped onto the dueling platform at the same time.

Smile at each other.

The students watching below couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

What a perfect couple!

Even some of the younger mentors have become fans of the pairing.

It must be said that the two of them looked extremely well-matched today, both in terms of their outfits and demeanor, like a match made in heaven.

"How are you going to deal with me?"

Feng Yi smiled.

Upon hearing this, two pink clouds immediately rose on Jiang Leyao's pretty face.

Its pink and tender appearance makes it look incredibly appetizing.

Jiang Leyao said those words earlier because she was anxious when she saw Ying Yufei's appearance.

Later, Ying Yufei told her that she was fine and that Feng Yi had not hurt her.

She already regretted saying those words to Feng Yi back then, and now hearing Feng Yi bring it up again, she felt her face burning with shame and indignation.

With a haughty snort, Jiang Leyao turned her head away, not daring to look Feng Yi in the eye.

Watching the two flirting on the field, all the students felt like they had eaten their fill.

However, many girls complained that they hadn't seen enough, and some even encouraged the two to get together.

One of the college's higher-ups couldn't stand it any longer and coughed lightly.

Feng Yi and Jiang Leyao then realized that they were still on the dueling platform.

Feng Yi, being thick-skinned, didn't think it was a big deal.

But Jiang Leyao was shy, and her face turned so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

She feigned composure and spoke in a serious tone.

"Alright, let's begin. Don't hold back, okay?"

Feng Yi nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

It's impossible to release water, but whether or not the sea will be released is uncertain.

After all, it makes no difference whether he wins first place in the finals or Jiang Leyao wins.

Why should we speak like two different people when we're family?

Seeing Jiang Leyao take out a white longsword, Feng Yi was somewhat puzzled.

Wasn't Jiang Leyao's weapon a war scythe before? Why has it been changed to a longsword now?

Seeing the doubt in Feng Yi's eyes.

Jiang Leyao drew her longsword and asked in a cute but fierce tone.

"What's with that look? My swordsmanship is very good. Today, let's have a good competition to see who has better swordsmanship."

Looking at Jiang Leyao's adorable appearance, Feng Yi's smile was harder to suppress than an AK.

"Alright, then let me experience Yueyao's swordsmanship."

After speaking, Feng Yi drew his Ningxue sword and gestured for Jiang Leyao to proceed.

With a serious expression on her face, Jiang Leyao charged forward, sword in hand.

Feng Yi had a faint smile on his face. He hadn't sensed that Jiang Leyao had used her star power, so it seemed she was really preparing to test her swordsmanship.

As the longsword drew ever closer, Feng Yi lightly swept it away, easily blocking it.

Neither of them used any star power or martial arts techniques, only pure swordsmanship.

The sword techniques are just the most basic ones.

The two fought back and forth for more than ten minutes, without even a drop of sweat on their foreheads.

Everyone watching from below was getting sleepy.

I thought the final would be more intense than ever before, but I never expected it to be like this.

The two didn't seem to be having a martial arts contest; they looked more like a young couple flirting with their swords.

At this rate, they could probably fight for three days and three nights.

After another ten minutes or so, some students below were already getting restless.

A mournful cry, its expression one of deep pain.

"If I am guilty, please punish me instead of letting me sit here watching others flirt and torment me. I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore."

After recovering considerably under the care of the school doctor, Ying Yufei looked at the two people on the dueling platform and unconsciously clenched her fists.

He cursed through gritted teeth.

"That bastard! When he was comparing himself to me, he was so fierce he wanted to beat the shit out of me, but now that someone else is around, he's a completely different person."

She noticed Feng Yiru's gentle smile.

Ying Yufei could only turn her head away, forcing herself not to watch from the stands, otherwise she really couldn't stand it anymore.

Double standards.

Feng Yi was completely immersed in the joyful moment and was oblivious to the reactions of the outside world.

He felt that it was enough, so he revealed a flaw to Jiang Leyao.

Jiang Leyao's sword stopped at Feng Yi's chest.

She knew that Feng Yi was deliberately letting her win. Although she had told Feng Yi not to go easy on her before they started, she was still very happy that he did it.

She was about to concede defeat and give first place to Feng Yi, but Feng Yi spoke up before she could.

"I surrender."

Jiang Leyao stared wide-eyed, not understanding why Feng Yi would do this.

Feng Yi offered no explanation and was teleported away by the formation on the arena.

Then, fearing that Jiang Leyao would ask him for his reasons, he went straight back into the crowd.

For him, it was just a competition to get first place; he was willing to give it up.

What's wrong with winning first place in the competition in exchange for a smile from a beauty?

Question King Zhou, understand King Zhou, become King Zhou, and surpass King Zhou.

He didn't care about the reward and fame.

His goal is the second round of the college competition.

The rewards you can get then will be much greater than those in the first round of the competition.

It wasn't until Feng Yi returned to the fat man's side that everyone realized what had happened.

Is the first place in the competition just given away like that?

Brother, you're a real man.

The mentors and academy executives watching the match were both amused and exasperated, but they couldn't say anything, since there was no rule against giving the opponent an easy win.

A senior academy official cleared his throat and then spoke.

"Congratulations to Jiang Leyao for winning first place in our freshman competition. She will receive the following rewards: 300 credits, an S-level martial arts manual, an S-level cultivation resource pack, and 10 million Daxia coins."

Upon hearing the reward for winning first place in the competition, everyone in the audience couldn't sit still.

While shocked by the generous reward, they also exclaimed in their hearts that Feng Yi was incredibly generous, practically handing over such a reward to someone else.

Some of the girls looked at Jiang Leyao with envy.

If someone gave them a gift like that, she would immediately offer herself to them.

However, neither Jiang Leyao nor Feng Yi are ordinary people. These rewards may seem like a lot to ordinary people, but to them they are just so-so.

Jiang Leyao naturally wouldn't offer herself to him directly, but even if Feng Yi didn't give her the first place, she still had feelings for him.

The first round of the competition has ended, and the highly anticipated second round will begin in a week.