Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 196 The Defeat of the Boy

"Wolf Map, Yuan Zhiyuan, Shangguan Yunfei..."

"Lin Yun, Luo Qingfeng, Huo Man..."

As Elder Mei read out the names one by one, the disciples who had placed in the top six yesterday all stepped onto the battle stage.

Coincidentally, three disciples from the South Academy and three from the North Academy made it into the top six this time.

The North Academy's higher-ups were all smiles, while the disciples were overjoyed, as if they had finally been able to hold their heads high.

Meanwhile, the higher-ups of the Southern Academy remained silent, while the disciples booed loudly.

"Don't get cocky, he might come down in a bit."

"Exactly, the rankings of the top six haven't been completely finalized yet. Look how smug those people from the North Campus are."

The disciples of the Southern Academy constantly mocked and ridiculed him.

According to the competition rules, the disciples who ranked seventh to tenth yesterday will have another chance today to challenge the top six disciples. If they win, one of the top six disciples who lost will have to step down and give way to a more capable one.

"Disciple Yang Chang challenges Senior Brother Lin Yun of the North Academy!"

"Disciple Han Chuan challenges Senior Sister Huo Man from the North Academy!"

After a moment of silence on the stage, two disciples stepped forward and challenged Lin Yun and Huo Man.

As disciples of the Southern Academy, their challenge was naturally directed at the disciples of the Northern Academy.

The other two disciples, after observing Luo Qingfeng and the other three disciples ranked in the top six for a while, quietly withdrew.

They clearly knew their limitations and were no match for them.

As for Luo Qingfeng, his head-smashing punch on stage yesterday was too terrifying, so these two disciples didn't even dare to look at him, and naturally they didn't dare to challenge him.

As Elder Mei announced the start of the challenge, Yang Chang and Lin Yun, as well as Han Chuan and Huo Man, stepped onto the two adjacent battle platforms.

After each party signed the contract, the competition officially began.

Yang Chang drew a long spear from his waist and, without saying a word, thrust it forward with a few flourishes!

The spear flowers had just drifted in front of Lin Yun when they suddenly bloomed again, transforming into countless dense spear flowers, like clusters of blooming blossoms, instantly enveloping Lin Yun.

Cheers erupted from the Southern Academy disciples below the stage: "Excellent marksmanship!"

Luo Qingfeng also came to watch the battle from below the battle platform.

Lin Yun remained calm and composed, not even drawing his own sword. Instead, crisscrossing strands of sword intent suddenly appeared around him, followed by countless sword beams shooting out!

"Jingle bells..."

With a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds, the bursts of spear fire released by Yang Chang were quickly torn apart and disappeared.

"laugh!"

With a flick of his wrist, Yang Chang seemed to merge with the spear in his hand, transforming into a silver dragon that swiftly thrust towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun was not careless. He stretched out his right hand and took out his sword. Immediately, the sword light bloomed and enveloped his entire body.

"Zheng—"

A buzzing sound rang out.

The sharp spear tip and the sword tip collided precisely, and then the spear light and the sword light transformed into two waves of power that began to surge and collide.

Just as the battle was getting intense, a loud explosion suddenly came from the battle platform next to us.

As Luo Qingfeng turned his head to look, Huo Man raised his long leg and kicked the young man named Han Chuan away, sending him crashing down below the battle platform.

The disciples watching from below the battle platform immediately dispersed.

Han Chuan lay on the ground, his clothes charred, his face blackened, his hair burned and curled up, and the air coming out of his mouth and nose turned black. He looked extremely disheveled.

He struggled to get up from the ground, but he had no strength left.

His chest was charred black, the flesh there burned beyond recognition and caved in.

Dressed in red, Huo Man walked to the edge of the battle platform, looking down at him with an imposing, queen-like aura, and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

Han Chuan opened his mouth as if to speak, but blood suddenly gushed from his mouth, and then he lost consciousness.

At this moment, Elder Mei walked over and announced, "In this round, the North Courtyard's team of disciples, Huo Man, has emerged victorious!"

A cheer erupted from all around.

Some disciples of the Southern Academy couldn't help but cheer for this heroic, domineering, and beautiful alien girl.

Huo Man turned his head, his domineering and aggressive gaze fixed on Luo Qingfeng.

Luo Qingfeng immediately withdrew his gaze and looked at the battle platform in front of him.

At this moment, Lin Yun had already unleashed his divine power, "Sword Rain," with dense sword energy transforming into sharp blades that enveloped the entire battle platform.

Yang Chang's spear danced wildly like snowflakes, initially providing a tight defense, but it quickly revealed a weakness. His shoulders and arms were immediately slashed by the rain of swords, leaving bloody marks.

Then he started to panic and became flustered.

At this moment, Lin Yun held a sword, his long hair flying, and his body surrounded by colorful sword energy, looking exceptionally cool, which caused the female disciples from the North and South Academies below the stage to scream continuously.

Before long, Yang Chang's defenses finally collapsed, and several sword energies pierced through his arms and shoulders. The spear in his hand was no longer in any order and began to swing wildly.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Yun slashed out with his sword, cutting the spear in his hand in two.

Yang Chang finally realized the difference in skill between the two. After frantically dodging the slashing sword light, he hurriedly shouted, "Senior Brother Lin, I admit defeat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yun had already sheathed his sword.

At the same time, the sword energy that had enveloped the entire stone platform like a large net quickly disappeared.

A burst of cheers erupted from the audience.

Elder Mei stepped onto the battle platform and announced, "In this round, Lin Yun, a disciple from the North Academy team, emerges victorious!"

The disciples of the North Academy in the square immediately erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers.

The North Campus executives in the stands, including Xu Liao, all had smiles on their faces.

Prince Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, nodded and said, "It seems that the Northern Academy will bring us quite a few surprises this year."

The high-ranking officials from the Kyoto Demon Suppression Academy next to them all nodded and smiled.

Meanwhile, Cui Mang and the others from the South Courtyard all became solemn.

The situation was now quite clear: the South Academy and the North Academy each occupied three of the top six spots, making the upcoming matches all the more crucial.

Six players drew lots to determine their opponents and advance to the top three!

Take a short rest.

After confirming that Lin Yun and Huo Man, who had just fought, were unharmed and had recovered their strength, Elder Mei began to announce the draw.

The six people stepped onto the stone platform and, under the supervision of the elders from the South Courtyard, North Courtyard, and Main Courtyard, began to draw lots to determine their opponents.

After drawing the bamboo stick, Luo Qingfeng handed it to Elder Mei in front of him with both hands.

Elder Mei glanced at it, then showed it to the others around him, before finally handing it to him so he could take a look.

Luo Qingfeng noticed the words "Lin Yun" written on it and nodded calmly.

However, Lin Yun did not draw him, but instead drew Yuan Zhiyuan from the South Academy.

Yuan Zhiyuan drew the wolf picture from his own south courtyard.

I didn't get a spot in the first draw.

Next, the second draw began.

This time, Luo Qingfeng actually drew the Fire Vine, but his opponent didn't draw him.

Lin Yun and Shangguan Yunfei from the South Courtyard drew lots from each other.

Then, in the third draw, the remaining four people all drew opponents, and coincidentally, they were all disciples from the South Academy against disciples from the North Academy.

Wolf image against fire vine.

Yuan Zhiyuan to Luo Qingfeng.

When Elder Mei announced their opponents, Luo Qingfeng clearly felt several pairs of eyes looking over from the stands.

Clearly, they are from the Yuan family.

Yuan Zhiyuan remained calm, his face showing little emotion.

Luo Qingfeng's face remained calm.

In this round of the competition, instead of all six people going on stage together, two people went on stage to compete in the order drawn by lot.

After all, it's a competition for the top three. Whether it's the South Campus, the North Campus, or the people sent by the main campus, they all need to concentrate on watching and supervising to prevent any unexpected or unfair things from happening.

The first to go on stage were naturally Lin Yun and Shangguan Yunfei, who were the first to draw lots.

As soon as Lin Yun stepped onto the stage, he was greeted with cheers from many women.

When Shangguan Yunfei took the stage, it caused a stir and discussion, with a few people applauding.

Luo Qingfeng looked closely and saw that the female disciple named Shangguan Yunfei was tall and had an outstanding temperament. However, there was a large birthmark on her left cheek, which looked like a red handprint. It almost occupied half of her cheek and ruined her appearance and temperament.

Someone in the audience joked, "Maybe she was slapped by her father while she was still in her mother's womb..."

Of course, many people felt sorry and sympathetic.

After all, the girl's appearance and temperament are quite good.

Perhaps because of her appearance, she was somewhat aloof, so she didn't have many friends in the South Courtyard, and at this moment, there were hardly any people cheering her on.

"The competition begins!"

As soon as Elder Mei finished speaking, Shangguan Yunfei's hands flashed with light, and a pair of white silk gloves as thin as cicada wings appeared on her hands.

At the same time, white silk threads appeared around her, moving around her as if they were alive.

"A spider demon?"

A disciple in the audience laughed and said.

An older disciple nearby glanced at the disciple with disdain and said, "Fool, that's a treasure crafted from spirit silkworm snow silk. It's at least a high-grade treasure. A single strand of spirit silkworm snow silk costs tens of thousands of Xuan gold. Can you afford it?"

Upon hearing this, the disciple who had just been mocking him was speechless.

Luo Qingfeng, listening from the side, secretly clicked his tongue in amazement: "One piece costs tens of thousands of Xuan Gold, and there are so many... It seems that this girl's family background is not simple."

"She's so rich, living off her would be so satisfying, wouldn't it?"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from beside me.

Luo Qingfeng turned his head to look.

Nightingale stood beside him, looking at him with a half-smile, her eyebrows slightly raised: "Is that what you really think?"

Luo Qingfeng gave a wry smile: "How could that be? Sister Nightingale, what kind of person do you take me for?"

"A man who lives off a woman."

Nightingale and Dong Miaomiao, who was standing next to her, said in unison.

Luo Qingfeng reached out to pinch Dong Miaomiao's cheek, but Dong Miaomiao didn't dodge. Instead, she stretched her little face forward and said, "Master's wife, look, men and women shouldn't touch each other. How dare you play with and bully my cute little face!"

"Thump!"

Luo Qingfeng immediately switched from pinching to hitting, flicking her head hard with his finger, producing a muffled thud.

Dong Miaomiao gasped in surprise, hurriedly covering her head and hiding behind Nightingale, pouting as she said, "Sir, you're hurting me so much...!"

At this moment, the battle on the stage had already begun.

Luo Qingfeng ignored the mischievous girl and turned his gaze back to the battle stage.

Shangguan Yunfei's Spirit Silkworm Snow Silk, using softness to overcome hardness, actually blocked Lin Yun's powerful sword energy. Just as Lin Yun's sword energy net was about to envelop him, it was entangled and wrapped by her snow silk net.

Seeing that the sword energy had no effect, Lin Yun directly swung his sword and thrust it forward.

Shangguan Yunfei used silk to create a shield, dodging while simultaneously attacking from the side with her spirit silkworm snow silk.

Both were incredibly fast. At first, their moves were still visible, but gradually, their figures became blurred. Enveloped by sword light and silk threads, those below the battle platform could no longer distinguish who was who.

"Such fast movement!"

"That spirit silkworm's snow silk is indeed powerful; even the sword's edge couldn't cut through it..."

The disciples watching the battle were excitedly discussing it.

Meanwhile, the battle on the stage intensified.

As Lin Yun wielded his sword, it hissed and swished, and the storm of sword light he created surged towards the girl opposite him like a continuous wave.

Meanwhile, Shangguan Yunfei held silk threads in both hands, strolling leisurely through the storm, the woven silk net gradually cutting through the surging sword beams.

Lin Yun's sword moves were powerful and overwhelming, like a storm, but they could not break through the opponent's defense.

After a full half hour, the two of them gradually slowed down in their movements and moves.

Clearly, the intense battle had drained both of them of a lot of star power and stamina, especially Lin Yun, whose continuous rapid attacks had left him somewhat out of breath.

However, Shangguan Yunfei was not much better off. Some of her hair was cut off by the sword energy, her clothes were torn in several places, and there was a bloodstain left by the sword light on her face.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Yun suddenly took a step back, pointed his sword at the sky, and once again unleashed his innate divine power, "Sword Rain"!

Then, a dense barrage of sword energy rained down like a sudden downpour, crisscrossing the battle platform and hissing loudly.

Clearly, Lin Yun had also noticed that his opponent was about to exhaust himself and was preparing to take him down in one fell swoop.

As expected, this swift and fierce attack finally broke through Shangguan Yunfei's defenses. Sharp sword energy tore through the threads on her head and body, piercing towards her.

Shangguan Yunfei hurriedly retreated, but several sword energies still pierced through the innermost energy shield and penetrated her body.

She swayed and stumbled backward, falling to the ground.

At this moment, even more sword energy enveloped her.

She lay on the ground, watching calmly, without getting up, dodging, or making any defensive moves, as if waiting for the sword energy to descend.

A gasp of surprise immediately erupted from the audience.

But at that moment, the sword energy suddenly vanished with a "whoosh".

The sword in Lin Yun's hand flashed, and he withdrew his supernatural power. He looked at the girl on the ground and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.

"Whoosh!"

Several strands of snow suddenly wrapped around his ankles, and then with a sudden force, pulled him to the ground.

Just as he was about to raise his sword to strike, two more silk threads wrapped around his wrists, instantly binding his five fingers tightly.

At this moment, Shangguan Yunfei, who had just been lying on the ground, stood quietly in front of him. With a gentle flick of her slender fingers wrapped in thin silk, the silk thread cut into his throat like a knife.

A trickle of bright red blood appeared.

The thread merely cut through his skin before stopping there.

On the battle platform, the two men met each other's gazes and suddenly fell silent.

After a few breaths, Lin Yun said, "I concede."

Shangguan Yunfei glanced at him quietly again, then flicked her finger and collected all the spirit silkworm snow silk.

Lin Yun touched his neck, stood up from the ground, and showed no annoyance or hatred on his face. He simply glanced at her and cupped his hands, saying, "Senior Sister Shangguan, you are very capable."

Shangguan Yunfei remained silent.

At this moment, Elder Mei stepped onto the battle platform, glanced at the two, and announced: "In this round, Shangguan Yunfei from the South Courtyard Second Team wins and advances to the top three."

A chorus of boos erupted from the audience, and the disciples began to mock them.

"That woman is utterly despicable. If they hadn't stopped in time, she would have been killed by those sword energies..."

"Sigh, this Junior Brother Lin is still too soft-hearted..."

"Hmph, such a despicable and cunning woman deserves to have such an ugly birthmark on her face!"

Many female disciples who admired Lin Yun immediately started cursing.

Shangguan Yunfei seemed not to hear, lowered her head slightly, and quietly walked off the battle platform to a corner.

Lin Yun glanced at her retreating figure and followed her off the battle platform.

Liang Feng and the others rushed over to comfort her, while some of them started cursing at the girl.

Lin Yun remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Actually, it wasn't that I stopped in time. At that moment, I didn't have enough star power to support my innate divine power. Senior Sister Shangguan clearly had more star power than me, and she was also stronger. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."

In fact, many people noticed that when he used his innate divine power for the last time, his face had already turned pale, and he obviously couldn't hold on for much longer.

At this moment, Elder Mei's voice came from the battle platform: "In the next round, Yuan Zhiyuan, a disciple from the South Academy Team Two, will face Luo Qingfeng, a disciple from the North Academy Team One."

The noise in the room immediately quieted down.

Luo Qingfeng stroked the nervous face of the girl beside him, said something to the girl behind him, and then walked towards the battle stage.

From the stands, everyone's eyes turned to this direction.

Luo Qingfeng looked up and met Yuan Tong's cold gaze.

Yuan Tong narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

He seemed to have guessed who had killed his son.

(End of this chapter)