This is Ding Jie Ran’s trump card.
He had been holding onto it.
Solely for this mont.
And in the first battle, he had to win.
This was also Ding Jie Ran’s obsession!
In his solitary eyes, a dazzling light shot forth.
At this mont, it was even sowhat dazzling!
Even if I don’t live much longer, I want this initial victory representing Baiyun Martial Academy!
A soft "puff" sounded.
A sword pierced through the chest.
Initially aid straight for the heart, but Ding Jie Ran slightly altered the direction.
A sword through the chest.
A certain kill!
It happened just when Shen Changshan was confidently reaching for victory, he was slain by Ding Jie Ran in one swift move!
This sword severed all suspense. It also shattered the fantasy of a complete victory for Tianren Martial Academy.
The entire venue erupted into gasps of astonishnt.
The long sword glead, revealing a half-length blade behind Shen Changshan, covered in fresh, glaring blood, dripping down.
Ding Jie Ran held the sword’s hilt, stopped before Shen Changshan’s chest, motionless.
He couldn’t move. If he moved at this mont, Shen Changshan might die.
dical personnel rushed onto the stage.
The outco was clear.
In this battle, Ding Jie Ran wins!
Baiyun Martial Academy, under obvious disadvantage, managed to take the first victory by defeating the strong with the weak!
On the front row, every mber of Tianren Martial Academy’s expression froze.
Since the beginning of the competition, Ding Jie Ran had always used the Right Hand Sword, defeating nurous experts along the way.
He fought his way to this point.
Nobody knew his real skill was the Left Handed Sword! And he had hidden it until the final move of the championship match.
Only then did he counterattack.
Shen Changshan had already been carried off.
The referee announced, Ding Jie Ran wins.
Just as Ding Jie Ran was about to leave the stage, he suddenly felt a Sword Intent envelop him.
In an instant, he felt a chill down his spine, and his Innate Sword Bone reacted, his entire being seemingly condensed into a sword, turning abruptly.
Only to et the gaze filled with Sword Qi from Ningxue Sword.
Ningxue Sword gently said, "Your na is Ding Jie Ran?"
Ding Jie Ran bowed, "Ding Jie Ran greets Lord Jian."
As he bowed, Ningxue Sword observed carefully.
Under his Sword Intent, even as Ding Jie Ran bowed, the Sword Intent within him didn’t weaken in the slightest.
"Not bad!"
Ningxue Sword had been pressed to co by Dongfang Sansan, but at this mont, he genuinely found it interesting.
He softly said, "Ding Jie Ran, are you willing to learn swordsmanship from ?!"
In Ding Jie Ran’s eyes, an extrely bright light suddenly burst forth.
At this mont, he almost seed to glow.
He nodded heavily, filled with excitent, saying, "I am willing!"
He suddenly felt he had a chance to reverse his life! At this mont, Ding Jie Ran’s heart almost stopped!
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Lord Jian taking an apprentice was just a rumor, never thinking they would witness it!
He chose Ding Jie Ran!
Mo Gan Yun, Qiu Yunshang, Yu Zhongge, and Jing Shuanggao cheered and jumped up.
They simply couldn’t contain their excitent!
Ding Jie Ran finally found his own path!
For a mont, the four felt that even if they lost, it was worth it.
Ningxue Sword laughed heartily and said, "Co with now."
Ding Jie Ran was slightly taken aback and said, "Sir, may I have so ti?"
Imdiately, everyone at the venue beca anxious for him.
Ningxue Sword is accepting disciples, what are you waiting for?
Don’t offend the esteed one!
Ningxue Sword smiled and said, "Why?"
"I want to see if we win this battle," Ding Jie Ran said with his head lowered.
"Raise your head when you speak," Ningxue Sword said.
"Yes."
Ding Jie Ran raised his head, revealing a thin face, and said, "I also want to say goodbye to my companions."
His eyes shone, and he said, "Most importantly, to my boss, I haven’t said goodbye to him yet!"
"Your boss?" Ningxue Sword showed a strange expression in his eyes.
"Yes, my boss!"
Ding Jie Ran resolutely said.
Ningxue Sword chuckled and said, "Then, I will wait a little longer."
"Thank you, Lord Jian!"
...
The entire audience was speechless.
Such a childish reason, and Ningxue Sword actually... agreed?
The match continued.
"Baiyun Martial Academy’s Yu Zhongge versus Tianren Martial Academy’s Zhu Jianghai."
This second battle was even more intense, leaving everyone astonished.
It was completely unclear why these Baiyun Martial Academy students, clearly lagging in cultivation, could fight so fiercely, and when it ca to montum, even when falling behind, they seed to have more montum than those in the lead.
What is the reason for this?
Yu Zhongge had profound experience, while Zhu Jianghai was half a martial rank higher than Yu Zhongge.
Yu Zhongge relied on his profound background, tangling with Zhu Jianghai.
In his mind now was the image of Wu Zhibing from that battle.
If Wu Zhibing could fight fiercely, why couldn’t Yu Zhongge bring honor back to his Martial Academy?
From the start of the first half, Yu Zhongge fell behind, but he tenaciously held on, tangling with Zhu Jianghai in a wild attack, leveraging his deep background and fast recovery to force Zhu Jianghai into a hard fight.
Even if he took three punches, he had to land one punch in return.
Fighting all the way to the end, both were beaten beyond recognition, completely drained.
In the final exchanges, their power was weaker than children, rely brushing against each other, then both collapsed.
Both lay on the platform, gasping for air.
"I didn’t lose! Didn’t lose!" Yu Zhongge murmured.
Opposite, Zhu Jianghai also lay there, "Didn’t lose, I didn’t lose..."
Both were utterly weak.
But they stubbornly held on, not passing out.
Trying their best to stare and bite their lips, maintaining consciousness.
Because whoever fainted would lose.
The referee announced, "This battle is a draw! Currently, Baiyun Martial Academy has one win and one draw!"
Upon hearing this, both finally fainted.
A draw.
It was worth it!
Then ca the third match, Baiyun Martial Academy’s Mo Gan Yun versus Tianren Martial Academy’s Lu Youlin.
The two stepped on stage, and there was an uproar of laughter from the audience.
Because it was rare to see two giants fight!
Mo Gan Yun was two ters and three.
And Lu Youlin was about two ters and twenty-seven.
Both were equally burly, extraordinarily robust!
Suddenly, everyone felt like they had stepped into Giant Country.
Even Ningxue Sword showed a sowhat amused smile in his eyes.
And at this mont, Fang Che finally woke from his contemplation.
He felt his understanding of the Sword Dao had deepened.
When looking at the stage, the two giants were already on, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
"How co there are two big fellows fighting? Where’s Ding Jie Ran?"
Fang Che asked.
The girls nearby pouted in grievance, "You ignored us just now, Ding Jie Ran has long been off... now it’s already the third match."
"So fast..."
"We didn’t dare disturb you while you were practicing... do you know this Mo Gan Yun? So cute. Especially wrapped in the red cloth, so robust. Supposedly called Red Heavenly Venerable, although the boys laugh about it, we feel he truly has an imposing aura."
A girl’s eyes sparkled.
Fang Che had a face full of black lines.
Red Heavenly Venerable is mighty!
Even this can attract fans.
On stage.
Lu Youlin laughed heartily, "Mo Gan Yun, I’ve been watching you for a long ti."
"Is that so? I’ve been watching you too," Mo Gan Yun replied.
"There’s sothing I’m curious about, the red cloth on your head says ’Surpass Fang Che!’"
Lu Youlin said, "Previously, many people asked you, and you never explained what it ant. Can you tell now?"
Mo Gan Yun hesitated for a mont, then finally sighed, "Since we’re similar in build, I’ll tell you because you asked."
Instantly, laughter erupted from the audience.
This reason is truly whimsical.
Similar build.
But honestly, it’s unlikely you’ll find anyone else on the continent with a similar build and comparable strength as the two of you.
Soone in the audience shouted, "Are you guys a pair!"
A loud burst of laughter followed.
Mo Gan Yun himself laughed heartily, "Fang Che is our boss; his strength is much higher than ours, so my goal is to surpass him! It’s really that simple!"
Lu Youlin asked in surprise, "Your boss? What grade is he in?"
"What do you an by grade, sa as us, all in first-year."
Mo Gan Yun proudly declared, "This ti, it was only because our boss didn’t co. Otherwise, Boss Fang would beat you Tianren Martial Academy folks like spanking kids!"
Mo Gan Yun’s voice was loud, and as these words spread out, many people heard them.
Fang Che’s face darkened.
This simpleton doesn’t realize he’s offending people with these words.
Like spanking kids!
Unintentional by the speaker, but the listener took it seriously.
Instantly, Lu Youlin on stage and many others from Tianren Martial Academy below the stage had unpleasant expressions.
Even nurous people from Tianren Martial Academy below the stage showed anger on their faces.
Mo Gan Yun was brimming with pride.
He said it on purpose because in the first-year finals, it’s almost certain they’ll lose. At tis like this, even knowing it would offend people, Mo Gan Yun would bring up Fang Che to save face.
Otherwise, where would Baiyun Martial Academy’s reputation stand?
In Mo Gan Yun’s mind, offending people is just offending people, I’m from the Mo Family, what is there to fear?
Mo Gan Yun, to his credit, is sowhat clever.
"Since your boss is so amazing, why isn’t he competing?" Lu Youlin’s smile began to cold.
Mo Gan Yun said, "My boss naturally has reasons not to compete, what business is it of yours? He thinks we are enough to beat you without him!"
Lu Youlin laughed heartily, filled with sarcasm, "Maybe I’ll beat your boss Fang Che like beating a grandson too!"
Upon hearing his insult towards Fang Che, Mo Gan Yun was furious, "You damn well found death!?"
"The one courting death is you!"
The two, like two ancient behemoths, clashed fiercely.
With a booming sound.
The stage trembled suddenly.
Everyone was stunned.
We accepted that the stage would shake when fifth-year students like Wu Zhibing attacked. But how are you two first-year brats so fierce?
But then considering their build, it was instantly understood: Oh, it’s expected.
Once the fight began, it seed as if explosions were occurring everywhere on stage, rumbling with thunderous sounds non-stop.
Below the stage.
The girl asked Fang Che, "Junior, do you know that Mo Gan Yun’s boss, that Fang Che?"
"I know him, we’re quite familiar," Fang Che replied.
"What does he look like?" the girl asked curiously, and others pricked up their ears.
"He looks normal, quite like ," Fang Che said.
"Then he’s not ugly. Is he very skilled?"
"He’s okay, not particularly great, similar to ."
"Oh, oh, it seems junior, you’re also quite an expert, hehe."
"Just average, just average."
The girl asked, "What’s your na, junior?"
"My na is Fang Che."
"..."
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