The Arena Defense, Liu Shanzhen Flees in Terror

On the stage.

Su Ye and Liu Shanzhen had already exchanged forty to fifty blows.

Liu Shanzhen's expression had shifted from initial shock to panic, and then to numbness.

"Dong."

Liu Shanzhen took a heavy step back, his foot landing on the edge of the stage.

Su Ye smiled faintly.

"I yield."

Boom--

With a punch, Liu Shanzhen fell powerlessly off the stage.

He gave a wry smile and clasped his fists towards Su Ye.

"I lost... Su Ye, your Basic Combat Technique is indeed very strong. We'll spar again in the elite class in the future."

Liu Shanzhen didn't doubt for a moment that Su Ye could enter the elite class.

Although he lost this time.

He would win next time.

Having successfully won three matches, he had passed the first round of selection.

Fourth round.

Facing a long-legged beauty, Su Ye still gentlemanly knocked her off the stage with a single punch.

Fifth round.

Su Ye looked at the person opposite him with a strange expression.

He never expected... to encounter Xia Zhiqiu.

But Xia Zhiqiu looked quite miserable at the moment, with a swollen red lump on his forehead and his school uniform askew, as if...

"Cough, Old Xia, what happened to you?"

Xia Zhiqiu was close to tears.

"Ah Su, I was bullied!"

"I ran into Meng Li in the very first match, and that Meng Li is just too fierce! I originally wanted to resist a bit, but who knew... I took a punch directly with my head, and I'm still dizzy now."

Su Ye pressed his forehead.

Taking a punch with his head, Xia Zhiqiu, you're a tough one.

Xia Zhiqiu was still crying about his tragic experience.

"My head was still spinning, and in the second match, I ran into Mu Wanrou, and she didn't go easy on me at all, knocking me down directly."

"Ah Su, I've already lost two matches. It looks like we brothers will have to go back to Class Seventeen together."

"The elite class is hopeless."

"Oh right, Ah Su, how did you do?"

Su Ye: "My luck was good, I won four matches."

Xia Zhiqiu's eyes immediately welled up with envy.

"Ah Su, your luck is just too good."

Winning four matches meant he could enter the next round.

Although the possibility of continuing to advance wasn't high, it was already amazing, something he could brag about back home.

"Your luck isn't bad either."

Su Ye simply jumped off the stage.

For the sake of their friendship, he gave Xia Zhiqiu one point.

The first round of random matching took up the entire morning. Principal Zhang simply notified those who won three or more matches to have lunch and return to the gymnasium in the afternoon.

During lunch, Xia Zhiqiu went out for a bit and quickly returned with news.

"Ah Su, did you know? Only three people from our class made it to the afternoon's defense matches: Zhao Fei, me, and you."

"As for Wen Ran, the second strongest in martial arts in our class, she had bad luck, encountering the top fighters from Class Five, Class Seven, and Class Eight consecutively, losing three matches and being eliminated directly."

"As for Class Twenty-Three, Class Twenty-Six, Class Twenty-Nine, and Class Thirty, they were completely wiped out, not a single one making it to the afternoon."

Xia Zhiqiu shared the news he'd gathered with Su Ye.

"I heard that after the random matching this morning, only a little over a hundred and twenty people entered the defense matches this afternoon."

"Over a hundred and twenty? Shouldn't it be a hundred and fifty?"

Su Ye was a little confused.

"Sigh, isn't it because some people tied?"

Xia Zhiqiu chuckled.

"It's good of you, A'Su. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the strength for the last match. I could have at most tied with you, and then I wouldn't have been able to get into the afternoon's arena defense matches."

Sigh, but looking like this, it'll be hard to defend an arena in the afternoon.

Xia Zhiqiu had originally thought getting into the elite class was a sure thing, but he never expected... If it weren't for A'Su going easy on him, he would have been eliminated in the first round.

Gymnasium.

In the afternoon, more than half the people were gone from the gymnasium, making it look much sparser.

Fifty arenas were set up throughout the stadium.

As Principal Zhang gave the order, quite a few figures immediately jumped onto the arena.

Su Ye raised an eyebrow.

He had thought most people would observe for a while, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, all fifty arenas were occupied.

However, Su Ye quickly understood after thinking about it.

With only a little over a hundred and twenty people left, they were competing for fifty arena spots.

It seemed like each arena would only need two or three matches.

But in reality...

The remaining seventy-odd people would only pick on the weak. They would challenge the seemingly weaker among the fifty people already occupying the arena.

As for the strong ones...

Like Meng Li, the number one in martial arts for their grade, or Mu Wanrou and Xiao Qiyue, who had awakened supernatural abilities, it was unlikely anyone would dare to challenge them.

Since that was the case, it was better to directly occupy an arena.

Perhaps without even needing to fight, they could directly secure a spot in the elite class.

"Damn, that fast!"

Xia Zhiqiu exclaimed beside him.

"A'Su, let's move back. See if we can pick up any stragglers."

Many people clearly had the same idea as Xia Zhiqiu.

The further back the ranking, the more people were waiting to challenge at the front of the arena. Some arenas even had long queues forming in front of them.

Conversely, for the higher-ranked arenas, there were very few people wanting to challenge.

Meng Li, in particular, sat cross-legged in the center of his arena and began to enter a state of cultivation.