Truly, there’s no chance of winning.
Even though West Martial is the uncrowned king this year, what about next year?
Next year, Bai Xiaolong will have graduated, and without a rank five to support them, West Martial can only wait for Feng Jiajia to graduate to reclaim the championship.
...
"What, Su Yue is going to participate?"
When Bai Xiaolong inford Mu Cheng as Su Yue had instructed, he shared the news honestly.
But Mu Cheng looked astonished.
Su Yue is only rank two. What can he do on stage besides being instantly defeated?
"Su Yue should be breaking through. His character might have flaws, but he wouldn’t joke about sothing like this.
"Arrange a position for Su Yue tomorrow.
"Even if he loses, breaking through to rank three would still benefit our West Martial.
"After all, it’s only our West Martial that has produced two freshn at rank three."
Bai Xiaolong said.
Although he is now an advisor, he clearly still has a certain level of authority.
"I agree!"
Wang Xiqiu said.
The other substitute team mber is also at the peak of rank three, so it’s better to send Su Yue up than to go with the original plan.
"But can Brother Su... break through to rank three?"
Du Jing frowned.
Su Yue suppressed his Qi ring, and if he truly can break through to rank three, it would be 1000 card Qi Blood, almost at the level of others’ rank four.
That’s terrifying.
"I believe in him."
Bai Xiaolong nodded.
"Alright, then.
"Tomorrow Wang Xiqiu will be the first to go on stage, Su Yue second, and I’ll be third."
Mu Cheng nodded.
"What if Brother Su doesn’t break through and flakes? We can’t let a rank two go and show up, can we?"
Du Jing asked again.
"If Su Yue hasn’t broken through, then follow the original plan. There’s no need for a rank two to go on stage. Losing face is a minor issue, but Feng Jiajia’s bug technique can sotis get out of control, and we can’t risk Su Yue getting accidentally hurt. This is not a joking matter."
Bai Xiaolong said seriously.
"Everyone go to bed early, do your best and leave the rest to fate!"
After Mu Cheng spoke, everyone went back to rest.
...
The sky was just getting light.
In the training room.
Su Yue’s whole body was surrounded by a crazily rotating Qi ring, and he was on the verge of a breakthrough.
Just a little more.
...
The next day!
Although it was the last day of the competition, the people’s enthusiasm hadn’t diminished much.
For many at Wuda, the competition was over; they could have gone ho to rest, but they weren’t in a rush to leave and decided to stay to watch the championship battle.
Without much unnecessary chatter, the match started directly.
East Martial sent Feng Jiajia first as usual, while West Martial sent Wang Xiqiu.
Below the stage, Mu Cheng and Bai Xiaolong looked anxious.
Where’s Su Yue?
"That unreliable guy."
Mu Cheng sighed.
It seed they could only send the original substitute on stage now.
On the stands, Bai Xiaolong also looked anxious. Su Yue, this guy, actually stood him up.
Ten minutes later.
Under Feng Jiajia’s bug wave tactics, Wang Xiqiu was utterly defeated.
Truly a crushing defeat.
You can only know how terrifying the divine is when you face Feng Jiajia directly.
"East Martial wins... next one from West Martial, please co on stage."
The referee announced.
On stage, Feng Jiajia looked calm. She carried a large gourd on her back, not caring about anyone.
"Wait a mont, sorry, I’m late."
Just as Mu Cheng was about to send soone else up, Su Yue dashed towards the platform with a large, over one-ter-long rectangular box on his back.
"I’ll go for West Martial, sorry about being a minute late."
Su Yue smiled at Mu Cheng, then leapt up to the platform in one step.
"Su Yue, a freshman from West Martial University, please guide ."
Boom!
Su Yue slamd the box onto the ground and finally clasped his fists in a salute towards Feng Jiajia.
Astonishnt!
At that mont, everyone was truly astonished.
All people whispered to each other, wondering if West Martial had gone mad.
When everything was fine, why send a freshman onto the stage?
Boom!
Su Yue did not explain further. He directly released his rank three aura, silencing everyone in the audience.
Rank three.
Freshman.
Another freshman at rank three—it was simply unbelievable.
With Su Yue, there have now been five rank three students in this multi-school competition.
Incredible.
"Rank three? Is West Martial sending you just to give you so stage ti?"
On stage, even Feng Jiajia was montarily surprised.
She recognized Su Yue as Mu Cheng’s boyfriend, unexpectedly a genius, already rank three as a freshman.
Moreover, Su Yue’s aura was clearly stronger than Wang Lu Feng’s.
"Haha, I’m not just showing off. I’m preparing to end your divine path, and while I’m at it... take the championship back for West Martial again."
Su Yue smiled a bit sheepishly.
"Relying on the weapon in that big box?"
Feng Jiajia sneered.
"Exactly!"
Su Yue patted the big box, his smile sincere.
...
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