Going Through the Motions

No one expected the battle to end so quickly.

The remaining 32 universities are almost equal in terms of resources and strength.

However, in the very first match, one university student couldn't even last thirty minutes before the game ended...

"Ling Yuan?"

In the office of Tianmang High School

A balding middle-aged teacher stared in shock at Ling Yuan in the video.

He never even dreamed of it.

My own students are so outstanding!

Upon hearing the result, Ling Yuan dispersed the Holy Spear.

He nodded to the referee, then turned and walked towards Little Lingxi and the others who were waving at him.

When Ling Yuan came down from the arena.

Wang Ming lightly tapped Ling Yuan's chest with his fist, and said sourly, "I didn't expect you to be hiding something again."

"In a battle, everyone needs to have some trump cards up their sleeve," Ling Yuan said with a slight smile.

Wang Ming sighed helplessly, "Every time I talk to you, I can't refute you."

"Big brother, you're so cool!" Little Lingxi said with a smile.

Ling Yuan smiled and patted Xiao Shi's head.

"..."

The 31 school principals seated in the special guest section all turned their attention to an elderly man with Whitebeard.

"Old man, you still like to keep things to yourself as before, that's really not fair," a school principal said sarcastically to the president of Modu University.

"Uh, haha, it's unspeakable, it's unspeakable."

The Principal of Magic City stroked his beard and smiled.

"It's always been like this, always doing things covertly," the principal of the Shuntian Academy sneered.

The president of Modu University smiled slightly.

They didn't argue.

The old man was in a bad mood and didn't want to provoke him.

Amid thunderous applause, Ling Yuan led Wang Ming and the others away from the arena.

"Next, let's welcome the team that will participate in the second round!"

"Huaqing University and Jinling University!"

On the way back

Just as Ling Yuan and his group passed by the Jinling University team.

Wang Ming suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Wang Ming suddenly stop, Han Yurou asked curiously.

Wang Ming turned his head and looked at a woman with long black hair in the Jinling University line: "I don't know, but she looks so familiar."

"Is it your childhood sweetheart who got lost when you were little?" Ling Yuan asked.

"Perhaps," Wang Ming smiled.

I'll just pretend I have face blindness.

When returning to the candidate room

They were immediately met with more than a dozen stares.

These gazes were incredibly sharp, as if they could see right through a person.

Ignoring the stares of those around them, Ling Yuan and his companions returned to the area where their school was located.

"Captain, who exactly is Ling Yuan? Zhang Yun was already a Sixth Order expert, yet he was instantly killed..."

At Modu University, a student looked at Ling Yuan not far away and said to Qin Yixue.

"I'm not too sure either; his intelligence is very strange."

Qin Yixue was also captivated.

It's perfectly normal to gather intelligence about the opponent on the eve of a battle.

But what's strange is that all the information that can be found is extremely ordinary, and the information stops after graduation.

Even more outrageous is that there are no detailed records of the Contract Beast.

No records were found at major clubs, private venues, or some public training facilities.

Could it be that Ling Yuan has been staying at home ever since he acquired the Contract Beast?

When Qin Yixue was having doubts about life

Looking at the match list, Ling Yuan asked, "Is the next match tomorrow?"

"Yes, it's tomorrow afternoon."

"How are you feeling? Have you recovered your mindset?"

"It's alright, I'm not so nervous anymore," Wang Ming said, shaking his hand.

"That's fine then. I'll leave tomorrow's match to you."

"Don't worry, it might not be as fast as you, but the scene will definitely be spectacular," Wang Ming said confidently.

Ling Yuan glanced at it, then shifted his gaze to the side. "Xiao Shi, you'll be the first one up tomorrow."

Wang Ming: "?"

What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?

Corridor

Lin Ye looked at the figure blocking his way and slowly said, "Zhiyuan, you should know what that gun is."

"I need to find out something. Could you please move aside?"

"No, at least not now, you can't go." Xi Zhiyuan shook her head.

"Why?"

Lin Ye was stunned.

"Have you two encountered some trouble? Why don't you talk to me?"

A soft laugh rang out.

The next second

She put her arm around Lin Ye's shoulder.

"!"

Lin Ye's pupils contracted, and he instinctively tried to resist, but found that he couldn't move his body at all.

But when he finally saw the person's face clearly, he was stunned.

"Senior Wang Jing?"

"Hey, little Ye." Wang Jing smiled and ruffled Lin Ye's hair.

"Why are you here?" Lin Ye, whose hair was ruffled into an afro, asked, puzzled.

"Because my son is also on the competition team. He's on a team called Tianyan Team."

Lin Ye: "..."

After a long while, Lin Ye bowed respectfully to Wang Jing.

"I see."

"I'll be leaving now."

"So, what did he know?" Wang Jing asked blankly.

"I don't know." Xi Zhiyuan shook her head.

"But Ling Yuan is really a headache," Wang Jing sighed.

Why bring out the Holy Lance of Britain of all things?

This is an extremely sensitive issue internationally, especially in Britain.

Teams that have finished their matches should be able to leave on their own.

But basically no team will choose to leave.

Because this is a good opportunity for complementarity.

Observe other people's battles to improve your own.

Even Ling Yuan and his group were no exception.

Standing at the edge of the stadium, I watched the group of people fighting in the distance.

"Ding! Today's check-in has started. Do you want to check in?"

As Ling Yuan watched two goddess-level women die together, a system notification sounded in his mind.

"Sign it."

Ling Yuan subconsciously replied.

This problem comes up every week; it's become a habit.

"Ding! Congratulations, Master, you have obtained the Dark Tyrannosaurus Rex."

He reached out, and a golden Tyrannosaurus Rex fell into his hand from the void.

Ling Yuan paused for a moment, looking at the Digimon in his hand.

This thing is quite exquisite...

He checked in his childhood memories for the first time.

"But I don't have Digimon," Ling Yuan murmured, looking at the Digivice.

"System, Properties panel."

Immediately, a transparent attribute panel appeared.

"Let me see, huh?"

"It can read data and create Digimon on its own..."

Chapter 369 Perfunctory

The battle in the arena is in full swing right now.

Huaqing University and Jinling University are both top-tier universities.

The students' talents and abilities are almost the same.

This has led to a situation where the two sides are evenly matched.

The dazzling skills, powerful Contract Beast, and visceral combat provided a feast for the eyes of the audience.

This is what a battle should be like. Although Ling Yuan is strong, he doesn't offer much in terms of visual appeal.

It also makes it difficult for the audience to feel the quality.

As the battle intensified, cheers from the audience rose and fell in waves.

The commentary also regained its former feel.

While everyone was intently watching the game.

Ling Yuan, however, kept his eyes glued to the Digivice in his hand.