After everyone got to know each other, they were all somewhat wary of He Piaojian's sudden attack.
They glanced at him stealing a look, watching him bite into the crisp potato chip, then abruptly turned to meet his gaze, giving him a wicked smile.
Their hearts pounded, and an inexplicable sense of tension rose within them. They quickly averted their gaze and remained silent.
This atmosphere continued until the exhibition match began, when the lottery machine started matching numbers.
Generally speaking, this exhibition match is a comparison between domestic and foreign universities, but if you only draw numbers, there is a chance that you will be selected from two domestic universities, but the probability is extremely low.
As expected, the dozens of matches were all between domestic and international competitors.
"Number 6."
The host announced the next number, which was He Piaojian's number.
He stood up happily, a hint of excitement in his eyes. "Great, it's me!"
His opponent was number 45, from Erigolon, a high school in France.
Number 45 was dressed in a tailored tuxedo. Before going on stage, he politely removed his hat and bowed, a series of very gentlemanly actions.
Standing opposite him, He Piaojian impatiently picked at his ear. "What are you babbling about? I can't understand you. Speak like a human being."
Such rude behavior clearly angered player number 45, who nearly lost his composure as a gentleman. However, he managed to take a deep breath and said in broken Chinese, "Hello, I'm a player from China, my name is Tild Monte."
He Piaojian listened, then cast a disdainful, dead-fish-like glance at him.
Monte clearly hadn't undergone any specialized mental training, and He Piaojian immediately broke his defenses.
He charged directly at He Piaojian, intending to strike first. He Piaojian stood rooted to the spot, unmoved, and continued to mock, "To launch a sneak attack like that, how ungentlemanly! Bah, shameless!"
The other party sent you a compressed file, but Monte didn't understand.
Seeing this, He Piaojian kindly translated it into plain language for him. "It means you're shameless, you can't take a joke, you little piece of trash."
"Damn it!" Monte roared in fury.
Facing Monte's offensive, He Piaojian gently raised his hand, took a step outward, blocked Monte's force, and counterattacked, knocking Monte back several meters.
Monte was incredulous; he realized his attack had been completely neutralized. "What kind of ability is this?"
"Hmph, China arts, using minimal force to deflect maximum force."
Monte launched into a series of greetings, but unfortunately, this gentleman did not greet his parents with his own family and friends in mind, nor his ancestors, so his words sounded harmless.
"Wow, are you still breastfeeding? Your cursing is so weak and powerless. What, were you an orphan without any upbringing? Is your vocabulary limited, or is your brain just too slow to process these childish words?"
"F***!"
Monte could no longer maintain his gentlemanly composure and had completely fallen into He Piaojian's trap.
The seemingly harmless but actually cunning Little Cheapie Deadpool doesn't want to reveal his true abilities, so he only uses martial arts attacks.
Even under He Piaojian's influence, Monte was blinded by anger and forgot that he possessed abilities.
Finally, He Piaojian guided Monte's steps toward the edge of the ring. As Monte threw a punch, He Jian sidestepped and kicked him hard in the buttocks.
Monte fell headfirst off the ring, and He Piaojian won by a shameful means.
Upon seeing this, the teacher leading the group from the Erigolon Academy angrily exclaimed, "What the hell is Monte doing? Why isn't he using his abilities!"
Olivia frowned as she surveyed the situation, somewhat displeased that she hadn't been able to discern his true strength. "Tsk, such low-level tactics."
"How was it? I did a good job, right?" As soon as He Piaojian returned, he proudly raised his head and put his hands on his hips in front of Fan Daoyi, showing off.
"I remember you learned this from watching videos a while ago?"
"Yeah," he gestured a couple of times, "I saw this video and thought it was really cool, so I specifically learned a few moves from it."
Fan Daoyi had to admit that He Piaojian was a genius. In just a few days, he had reached a level of proficiency, if not a martial arts master.
"Hmm, not bad." Fan Daoyi didn't hold back his praise.
He Piaojian smiled even more broadly after hearing this, like a child who had just eaten honey.
Immediately afterwards, Fan Daoyi's number was also drawn.
He also used similar methods to those used by He Piaojian against several students from other schools.
First, he pretended to be forced back to the edge of the ring, then he Teleportation behind the person and knocked them down before they could react.
It appears to have no offensive capabilities whatsoever.
Mu Qing then took to the stage one after another. Whether it was due to bad luck or something else, the strength of her opponents was comparable to hers, and the intervals between the battles were too short.
It was like a war of attrition, wearing her down.
This time, she was chosen again.
Exhausted, she stepped onto the stage and waited quietly for her opponent.
Number 5.
"Number 5?"
When Mu Qing heard the host announce the numbers, all the numbers from 1 to 16 were from domestic schools. Had she actually encountered something so almost impossible?
Fan Daoyi registered before He Piaojian. He Piaojian was number six, so number five was naturally him.
He went up on stage, smiled, and nodded.
Some unsuspecting spectators commented, "This is really just an exhibition match; it's a clash between two domestic universities, so they probably won't go all out."
"It's you." Mu Qing's gaze turned fierce. "Perfect, I'll take this opportunity to teach you a lesson."
Fan Daoyi raised his hand, Mu Qing frowned. "What, trying to beg for mercy?"
"No, I just wanted to make a disclaimer."
"Ha?"
"I was reflecting on the match just now, and suddenly I broke through. Before I knew it, my strength had reached the Condensation Realm, and I'd comprehended a new ability."
Mu Qing didn't understand how this had anything to do with his statement of no liability.
Fan Daoyi continued, "Since I've just broken through to a higher level, I don't have complete control over my new abilities, which may cause some problems."
"Too verbose."
Annoyed by what he was hearing, Mu Qing interrupted Fan Daoyi and used his own abilities directly.
Fan Daoyi narrowed his eyes, standing still without being intimidated by her oppressive aura, only changing the position of the raised hand.
Snap your fingers together.
With a crisp snap of his fingers, Mu Qing's body was instantly split into several pieces, blood splattering in all directions.
"I'm sorry, I originally intended to isolate the space around your wound to prevent blood from splattering everywhere. However, I've just gained this ability and it's difficult to control it, so I'll put your body back in place for now."
Several body parts were clumsily and haphazardly pieced together, and Fan Daoyi's movements looked exceptionally difficult.
This pain was not shielded; Mu Qing, pieced together into an alien form, wailed in agony.
"I'm really sorry," Fan Daoyi said apologetically, "These spaces are just too difficult to control. Why don't you admit defeat and ask a healing ability user for help?"
Mu Qing opened his mouth to admit defeat, but no sound came out for a long time.
Her pupils contracted slightly, her gaze lingering on Fan Daoyi. She suddenly noticed a barely perceptible smile beneath his downcast, worried eyes.
The space between her words was stripped away; this guy has excellent spatial control, this was intentional!
"Mu Qing, if this continues, you'll bleed to death." Fan Daoyi continued his act, putting on a pretentious act.
"Give up."