Mutual Destruction

"Next, we will hold the top 50 match, with Zhu Dachang from Class 3 of the senior year facing Cui Xiaoji from Class 6 of the senior year."

As the host finished speaking, the two suddenly unleashed their auras, revealing their powerful Martial Ancestor Realm level.

Both of them had actually reached the Middle-Level Martial Ancestor?

The teachers sitting in the front row nodded in agreement, their faces showing approval.

To reach the Mid-Stage Martial Artist at their age is already considered genius.

Wu Qixian stroked his goatee, a smile blooming on his face.

The more outstanding a student is, the more radiant he becomes, and the more honors and awards he receives from his superiors.

He glanced sideways at Lu Youzhi beside him, thinking to himself, "Hmph! Trying to steal my position? No way!"

On the stage, Zhu Dachang and Cui Xiaoji resembled two tigers poised to pounce, their eyes gleaming with fierce killing intent.

Both men gripped their weapons tightly, their muscles tense, preparing for a powerful attack.

The next moment, Zhu Dachang launched the first attack.

He shouted loudly, raised his long spear high, and then slashed it down at Cui Xiaoji.

This blade contained immense power; it sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and a cold light shot towards Cui Xiaoji as fast as lightning.

Cui Xiaoji stared intently at the incoming beam of light, took a step out with his left foot, and nimbly shifted his body to the side, as Zhu Dachang's long beam grazed past his clothes.

At that moment, Cui Xiaoji's spear emerged like Spirit Snake Emerges from Cave, its tip flashing with a cold light, and thrust straight at Zhu Dachang's face.

Zhu Dachang took a step back, leaning back, and the spear almost grazed his nose.

Immediately afterwards, the two unleashed their ultimate moves.

Zhu Dachang spun the long sword rapidly in front of him, and in an instant, the sword light formed a silver vortex. The surrounding air seemed to be stirred by this powerful force, making a whooshing sound.

He was enveloped in a radiant light and swept towards Cui Xiaoji.

Cui Xiaoji slammed his spear into the ground, and a tremendous force surged from the soles of his feet into the spear shaft.

Instantly, black light emanated from around the spear, growing stronger and stronger until it formed the phantom of a Black Dragon.

He gripped the spear tightly with both hands and thrust it forward, the Black Dragon roaring as it charged toward Zhu Dachang's vortex of light.

A clang of metal clashing resounded across the entire arena as the light and the golden dragon collided, sending up countless Mars and black waves.

Both of them were jolted back several steps by the powerful recoil, but their eyes remained fixed on each other, wary of the other's next big move.

Zhu Dachang took a deep breath and charged towards Cui Xiaoji once again like an arrow released from a bow.

His long sword drew a silver arc in the air, aiming straight for Cui Xiaoji's throat.

Cui Xiaoji hurriedly raised his spear to defend, but Zhu Dachang's move was a feint. He quickly changed his move, switching from a thrust to a sweep, and slashed fiercely at Cui Xiaoji's leg with his spear.

Cui Xiaoji couldn't dodge in time, and a long gash was slashed open on his left calf, from which blood gushed out instantly, staining his trouser leg red.

Ah--

Cui Xiaoji winced in pain, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

He roared and, ignoring the wound on his leg, thrust his spear at Zhu Dachang with even greater speed.

Zhu Dachang dodged to the side, but the spear tip still grazed his arm, leaving a bloody mark on his left arm.

At this moment, the two were like wild beasts blinded by hatred.

Zhu Dachang spun around, his entire body hurtling towards Cui Xiaoji like a spinning top, wildly swinging his long sword, each strike carrying immense force.

Cui Xiaoji's pupils contracted, and he quickly retreated while fighting. Several new wounds appeared on his body, and his clothes were soaked with blood.

When Zhu Dachang's offensive slowed down, Cui Xiaoji seized the opportunity, suddenly lunged forward, and Ground Spikes into Zhu Dachang's abdomen.

Zhu Dachang was unable to dodge in time, and his abdomen was slashed open by the spear tip, with blood gushing out.

He grinned maliciously and slashed at Cui Xiaoji's shoulder with a backhand stroke, instantly creating a huge wound that gushed blood.

They both cried out in pain, their steps faltering, but neither was willing to give up, as if they wouldn't stop until they had cut the other down.

"Little chicken, just admit defeat! You can't beat me. Fighting any further won't do either of us any good."

Zhu Dachang grimaced and finally spoke.

The fight had been going on for a long time, and both sides had exhausted a lot of energy.

If this stalemate continues, both sides will suffer losses, so he adopted a psychological warfare strategy.

"Ha! What a joke! You think you can make me admit defeat? You wish!"

Cui Xiaoji's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes filled with disdain.

Although he looked a little disheveled, his stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat remained undiminished.

"You bastard, how dare you call me Pig Intestine! I'll kill you!"

Zhu Dachang was enraged. His eyes turned bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hand gripping his weapon trembled slightly with anger.

He felt his dignity had been greatly insulted, and at that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to beat this ignorant fool in front of him until he knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Hmph! It's not certain who will live and who will die yet, you pig intestines, prepare to die!"

Cui Xiaoji was equally unyielding, gripping his gun with both hands and charging forward again.

In an instant, the two clashed again.

"Court death!"

Zhu Dachang roared and poured his inner strength into the broadsword.

The broadsword instantly emitted a dazzling light, and he, like a raging beast, pounced on Cui Xiaoji with an aura of World-destroying.

Cui Xiaoji's body spun rapidly, his figure gradually becoming blurred, as if a powerful current of air was swirling around him.

Spinning to its limit, the airflow merged with the gun in his hand, and then he thrust it fiercely at Zhu Dachang.

"Clang!" A crisp and sharp metallic clang rang out first, like a sharp sword slicing through the silent sky.

Then, with a loud "clang!", the sound became even deeper and heavier, as if an ancient bell had been struck with great force.

Two voices clashed and echoed across the arena, like the prelude to death.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion suddenly erupted, the deafening roar seeming to overturn the entire arena.

A powerful energy wave surged and spread outwards from the two of them, violently distorting the air around the arena as if it were being kneaded by an invisible hand.

Zhu Dachang and Cui Xiaoji's bodies flew backward uncontrollably, like kites with broken strings.

Blood gushed from their mouths, the bright red blood splattering in a dazzling arc in mid-air, as beautiful as a flower, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two men slammed heavily onto the ring, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

They lay there, their bodies seemingly drained of all strength, unable to get up for a long time.