"That brat, he knows my Life Gate."
Mo Wu said irritably.
"No way? Aren’t our Life Gates sothing only we ourselves know? How could a brat who isn’t even at the Xuan Transformation Realm know it?"
Chang Yan said in surprise.
In her eyes, that Lu Yuan’s strength wasn’t even as good as Murong Ziyue’s.
"I told you earlier that kid has so ability. One of the Martial ridians in his body can burn, releasing several tis his True Qi in an instant. Fortunately his cultivation is still not high. If he had reached the Blood Realm, I might not be his match."
Mo Wu mused.
He had originally thought Murong Ziyue was the strongest in Qingtian Academy.
Now it seed he had underestimated them.
This Lu Yuan also must not be allowed to remain.
However, with Nolan Zhuyun present in the combat class, he couldn’t make a move.
He would find another chance in the coming days.
Mo Wu was extrely narrow-minded. Whenever he encountered soone gifted, he would think of every possible way to strangle them in the cradle.
Previously, Murong Ziyue had suffered because of this.
"Regardless, you’d better not capsize in the gutter and lose again. If first place isn’t from our Star Academy, wouldn’t we be laughed to death?"
Chang Yan said furiously, still holding a grudge over being defeated by Mo Wu.
If she had known, she might as well have discussed it with Mo Wu, fought to a draw, and both advanced to the next round.
But with her pride, she couldn’t bring herself to do such a thing.
Unlike Ye Lingyue and that bunch, who were shaless to the extre.
"Relax. Although my Life Gate is injured, in at most a quarter of an hour I can recover about fifty percent of my True Qi. That brat’s arms were dislocated by —he won’t be able to recover in a short ti."
Mo Wu snorted coldly.
After speaking, he slanted a glance toward Lu Yuan’s side.
Who would have thought he would see Lu Yuan give his arms a shake.
"My hands are really fine now! Xin Lin, your dical Skill is downright against the Heavens."
What!
Mo Wu and Chang Yan were both utterly stunned.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Xin Lin had actually set Lu Yuan’s dislocated arms back in place.
"A small matter. A dislocation isn’t any major problem."
Xin Lin smiled.
"Life Book reminder: You received the heartfelt gratitude of patient Lu Yuan, Heaven-defying Value 10."
The free clinics during this period had greatly tempered Xin Lin’s dical Skill. Not only had her ridian continuation technique improved, she had also taken the chance to give the related dical Skills in the Mystical dicine Book, such as bone-setting, a small trial run.
After feeling out all the tendons and bones in a patient’s body, her practical ability had greatly improved.
Mo Wu was so enraged that his face turned green.
His flare of anger caused the True Qi in his body, which was already chaotic, to beco even more disordered.
By the end of the third round, several students from the A and B Class Academy had already been defeated one after another.
Zuo Mingshang faced that female student from Flying Scorpion Won’s College. Although she ultimately still lost, the other side was also injured, and because the severity of the injury was unclear, she had to withdraw.
Thus, among the thirteen teams of competitors, excluding Xin Lin, who had drawn a bye, only seven people remained.
Another round of drawing lots concluded.
This ti, Mo Wu drew a black blank ball and got a bye.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief. This way, he had more ti to regulate his True Qi.
Lu Yuan drew a Martial Artist from a Second-class Academy.
As for Xin Lin...
She looked at the red ball in her hand. On it was written a "3."
On the other side, that tall female student from Flying Scorpion Won’s College also drew a black ball marked with a "3."
They had finally t.
That female student looked at Xin Lin with ill intent.
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