Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 190 Yangmei Cries After Being Beaten

The lottery is complete.

The twenty-four winning disciples have all been assigned their places.

The twelve pairs of disciples, in the order in which they were successfully paired by drawing lots, began to register their names and information, and then went up to the battle platform to compete.

The three battle platforms were surrounded by disciples watching the battle.

This round of the competition will eliminate twelve disciples once again.

The twelve remaining disciples can all be considered the best among the new disciples of the two academies. They will not only receive rewards, but also receive more attention.

Therefore, this round of the competition will be even more intense than the last round.

As Elder Mei announced the start of the competition, battles immediately erupted on the three battle platforms.

at the same time.

The high-ranking officials of the Demon Suppression Academy, as well as the distinguished guests, who were sitting on a high platform not far away, were all watching attentively.

The senior officials of the South Campus all wore smiles as they watched the battle and chatted.

The senior members of the North Campus all looked serious and remained silent.

Of the twenty-four disciples who remained, fifteen were from the Southern Academy.

The North Academy, however, has only nine disciples.

Cui Mang, the vice dean of the South Campus, glanced at Xu Liao, the second dean of the North Campus, with a smile on his face and said, "Dean Xu, the strength of your North Campus this year seems to be much stronger than last year."

Xu Liao squinted at the competition on the battle stage, pretending not to hear.

Prince Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, sat in the middle, smiling without saying a word.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the audience.

It turned out that two disciples had just stepped onto the battle stage, and one of them defeated the other disciple in just a few moves.

The one who was knocked off the battle platform was a new disciple from the North Academy.

The people in the South Courtyard smiled and praised.

"Yang Shaogong's supernatural abilities are truly remarkable. With the same cultivation level, that disciple from the North Academy couldn't even withstand five moves before being knocked off the stage."

"Although he won by surprise, it is still a testament to his true skill."

The people in the North Courtyard all looked solemn.

Xu Liao, who had been calm just moments before, twitched slightly at the tip of his eyebrow.

This time, for the new disciple competition, not only did many people come from the main academy in Kyoto, but Prince Zhenbei was also sitting here. If the North Academy is beaten so badly by the South Academy like last year, and only two disciples make it into the top ten, it would be too embarrassing.

At this moment, another pair of new disciples stepped onto the battle platform, signed the contract, and began their battle.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, on the second battle platform next to them, a blade flashed, and with a scream, a young man dressed in black fell to the ground, his shoulder covered in blood.

He gritted his teeth and stood up. He was about to pick up the weapon on the ground when he was suddenly kicked away.

The kick landed squarely on his chest, nearly knocking him unconscious.

Then, a long sword gleaming with a cold light was placed against his neck with a "hum".

The outcome is decided.

He froze for a moment, then a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth. He could only grit his teeth and say through the pain, "I...I surrender..."

Frustration and resentment overwhelmed him, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The other party sheathed his sword, cupped his hands, and said, "You flatter me."

At this moment, an elder in charge of supervising the competition went up on stage and announced: "Wang He, a disciple from the South Courtyard Team Two, has won!"

A cheer immediately erupted from the audience.

"Our South Academy has won another match! Another disciple has broken into the top twelve!"

"Haha, the North Campus is just as vulnerable as it was last year and the year before, no match for our South Campus at all!"

On the high platform, the senior executives of the South Campus also wore smiles.

The faces of the North Campus executives grew increasingly grim.

Prince Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, turned his head and glanced at Xu Liao. Seeing that Xu Liao's expression was not very good, he smiled and said, "Dean Xu, don't worry too much. In this year's new disciple competition of the Demon Suppression Academy in the capital, the North Academy has a great advantage. The top two are both from the North Academy. It can't be said that your North Academy wins in everything."

Although these were meant to be comforting words, Xu Liao and the other senior executives of the North Courtyard felt even worse after hearing them.

The Northern Academy in Kyoto is so powerful, while the Northern Academy in their Stargazing City is so incompetent.

Isn't that even more embarrassing?

Cui Mang, standing to the side, chuckled and said, "Your Highness is right. In the capital, our Southern Academy can't compare to the Northern Academy, but here in Wangxing City, our Southern Academy will definitely fight for our honor."

As the group was talking, two more new disciples stepped onto the battle platform.

The man and woman were both disciples of the Northern Academy.

"Luo Qingfeng, a disciple from the first team of the North Academy; Yang Mei, a disciple from the first team of the North Academy..."

On the battle platform, after verifying the identities of the two, the elder supervising the competition also supervised them in signing the contract.

"Luo Qingfeng?"

Upon hearing the name, Cui Mang paused slightly, muttering to himself, "This name... seems familiar?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a blue robe sitting below hurriedly whispered, "Dean, some time ago, Teacher Cao Qin from the first team of the Human Rank Department came to complain."

Seeing that there were outsiders present, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Sun Changshan, the elder of the Human Rank, who was sitting to the side, narrowed his eyes and exchanged a glance with Shangguan Ming, who was standing next to him.

Cui Mang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then remembered and nodded, saying, "So it was him."

Sitting to the side, Prince Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, asked with some curiosity, "Dean Cui, do you know these disciples from the Northern Academy?"

Cui Mang respectfully replied, "Your Highness, I do not know you personally, but I have heard of you."

At this point, he glanced at Xu Liao on the other side and explained frankly, "This disciple's name is Luo Qingfeng. He was admitted to the South Courtyard because he had friends there. However... because Deacon Shangguan discovered that his continuous advancements were due to the use of pills, forcibly draining his body's potential, and that he might not be able to advance any further, we rejected him. Several people from the North Courtyard who were recruiting new disciples were also there at the time, and they brought this young man back to the North Courtyard..."

He paused, then gave a wry smile and said, "This matter should have been over, but who knew that after this young man entered the North Academy, he actually advanced two levels in just one month, directly advancing from the fifth level of the Opening Heaven Realm to the seventh level. Teacher Cao Qin, who recommended the young man to the South Academy, was furious, so she came to complain, saying that Deacon Shangguan, Elder Sun, and the Yuan family were deliberately targeting that young man..."

Wanyan Xiong exclaimed in surprise, "He's advanced two levels in just one month? What's so talented about this young man?"

Cui Mang looked at Shangguan Ming, who was standing to the side, and said, "It was Steward Shangguan who conducted the inspection at the time."

Shangguan Ming quickly bowed his head respectfully and said, "Your Highness, this young man's talent seems quite ordinary, with nothing particularly special about him. I don't know why he was able to advance again after entering the North Academy."

Wanyan Xiong laughed and said, "Could it be that Steward Shangguan made a mistake during the inspection?"

Shangguan Ming pondered for a moment and said, "That's possible, but I checked it several times back then."

At this moment, Xu Liao sneered, "I'm afraid that Teacher Cao is right. Some people in your South Academy may indeed be targeting this disciple."

Shangguan Ming lowered his head and remained silent, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Sun Changshan below and Yuan Tong standing not far away.

Cui Mang replied with a smile, "If that's really the case, then Dean Xu has really gotten a good deal and should be grateful to my South Institute."

Xu Liao was about to make a sarcastic remark when Wanyan Xiong laughed and said, "Alright, let's watch the battle first. Whether this young man truly relied on pills to forcibly squeeze out his potential to increase his realm, or whether he genuinely advanced through his own abilities, we'll find out soon enough, won't we?"

The two stopped arguing and fell silent.

All eyes turned to the battle stage below.

At this time.

On the battle stage, Luo Qingfeng and Yang Mei had already signed a life-and-death contract, leaving their names on it.

After completing his inspection, the elder in charge of supervising the competition announced the start of the competition and then stepped down from the battle platform.

Luo Qingfeng used a concealment technique to seal away his true cultivation aura.

At the same time, stars lit up in the sea of ​​energy, and streams of vast stellar power surged through the meridians and rapidly reached the fist.

Yang Mei stood opposite, drew her gleaming sword, and sneered, "Senior Brother Luo, what a coincidence, I didn't expect we would actually run into each other."

Luo Qingfeng slowly clenched his fist, his face calm: "Indeed, it's a coincidence."

Yang Mei raised an eyebrow slightly, brandishing her sword and asked, "Senior Brother Luo, do you only use your fists?"

Luo Qingfeng did not speak again.

At this moment, someone in the audience shouted impatiently, "What are you dawdling about? Why aren't you starting yet? The baby's about to be born if you keep dawdling!"

The surrounding disciples burst into laughter.

At this moment, Nightingale, along with A-Ya and Dong Miaomiao, also arrived below the battle platform.

Not far away, outside the training grounds, under a large tree, Bai Ruofei, dressed in a loose robe, stood quietly.

A gentle breeze tousled her hair, and sunlight bathed her in its glow. Her snow-white skin, cool yet beautiful face, and captivating aura made the entire scene pale in comparison.

But she hid herself very well.

Below the three battle platforms, the disciples shouted incessantly.

On the central battle platform, Yang Mei's sword gleamed as she walked forward step by step, her gaze cold and wary.

"Senior Brother Luo, although our cultivation levels differ by one level and we are on the same team, I still wish to experience your superior skills today. I hope you will be generous in offering your guidance!"

Having said that, he flashed forward and charged ahead.

Suddenly, the sword light in her hand lengthened, and her entire demeanor changed, as if she and the sword in her hand had become one, both becoming incomparably sharp.

"Hmm, this female disciple's swordsmanship is quite interesting; it seems to be the swordsmanship of the Tianshan Sect."

On the stands, Prince Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, said with some surprise.

Cui Mang nodded in agreement, saying, "It does indeed resemble the Phantom Snow Chasing Sword Technique of the Tianshan Sect, and the practitioner has already achieved considerable skill. If the opponent were to try and take it head-on with their bare hands, I'm afraid... hmm?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Luo Qingfeng threw a punch on the platform, neither dodging nor parrying, and was struck squarely by the swiftly thrusting sword light.

"Zheng—"

The fist's energy and the sword's energy collided violently.

Both of them trembled and took a few steps back.

Between the two, a wave of energy swept out.

Wanyan Xiong nodded and said, "This young man's physical training is quite good; he actually dared to take the opponent's sword light head-on."

Cui Mang chuckled, "Those who specialize in martial arts naturally need to cultivate strong physical defenses. Your Highness, could you guess who will win between these two?"

Wanyan Xiong looked at it carefully a few more times, and just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Um?"

Cui Mang also noticed something was wrong and immediately focused his gaze.

"Bang!"

A loud bang!

On the battle stage, figures crisscrossed and lights collided.

After Yang Mei unleashed several sword strikes amidst the raging storm, she was suddenly punched and sent flying, crashing to the ground in a sorry state, her sword slipping from her hand.

She immediately jumped up from the ground despite the pain, hurriedly picked up her sword, and was about to speak with a gloomy face when she suddenly felt a sweet taste in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

I immediately felt dizzy and lightheaded.

The punch landed on her abdomen, directly disrupting the stellar energy within her body.

"Is Junior Sister Yang going to admit defeat?"

Luo Qingfeng clenched his fists and stood opposite, not pressing his advantage.

Yang Mei raised her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and gritted her teeth, saying, "I, Yang Mei, would rather die..."

"boom!"

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingfeng was already in front of her and punched her hard in the chest.

And this was precisely where the stellar energy within her body was about to be gathered.

"Bang!"

Yang Mei was sent flying again, crashing heavily onto the edge of the battle platform. Her head slumped off the platform, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

The disciples watching from below gasped in surprise and hurriedly retreated.

One of the male disciples exclaimed, "Holy crap! This guy's so rude, he just punched her chest! He has no sense of chivalry whatsoever!"

A female disciple nearby sneered, "Didn't you see how ruthless this woman's moves were? She was aiming for his throat, his heart, or his groin. It's obvious these two have a grudge, probably a love feud. This woman must have been unfaithful and wants to kill his wife."

The male disciple asked, "Why wasn't it that male disciple who seduced and then abandoned his lover?"

The female disciple said coldly, "She's so beautiful; she looks like a good person. This woman looks treacherous; can't you see that?"

Yang Mei lay there in a disheveled state. Hearing the comments that reached her ears, she felt both ashamed and indignant, and hurriedly struggled to get up from the ground.

"Luo Qingfeng! Today I, Yang Mei, want... Ah—"

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingfeng was in front of her again, and kicked her in the face and mouth with a loud "smack," sending her flying once more.

This time, she flew off the battle platform and crashed heavily into the crowd.

According to the competition rules, even if someone is knocked off the stage, as long as they do not admit defeat, do not faint, and are not seriously injured, they are not considered to have lost.

She can still get up from the ground, walk onto the battle platform, and regroup to fight again.

But at this point, she no longer had any fighting ability.

Even if she was incredibly foolish, furious, and desperate for revenge, she knew that the difference in their true strength was too great.

Moreover, at this moment, her mouth was full of blood, she was dizzy, and her chest and stomach were in excruciating pain, making it impossible for her to gather star power.

She couldn't even stand up.

At this moment, the elder in charge of supervising the competition walked up to her, glanced at her injuries, and asked, "Do you still want to go up?"

Liang Feng and the rest of the North Campus team arrived and quickly tried to persuade her, "Junior Sister Yang, forget it. You're no match for Senior Brother Luo."

Yang Mei burst into tears.

The elder frowned, and asked again with a cold face, "Do you intend to admit defeat? Or will you go up and fight again?"

With tears streaming down her face, Yang Mei said, "I...I give up..."

After saying that, she burst into tears.

The elder stepped onto the battle platform and announced, "Team One of the North Academy, Luo Qingfeng has won and advanced to the top twelve!"

On the stands, Prince Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, showed a hint of surprise: "This young man's cultivation level... is somewhat unfathomable. I wonder what kind of technique he has cultivated, or..."

Cui Mang, who was standing to the side, lost his smile and his eyes flashed.

Shangguan Ming, who was standing to the side, also looked rather grim.

(End of this chapter)