Long Shulin: four battles, three losses.
Liu Shu: six battles, three losses.
Wu Shiqin: five battles, one loss.
By the third day of the martial trials, Xinyue Immortal Academy had already been driven into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat.
On Land Immortal Academy's side, most disciples had more wins than losses. Those ranked near the top had even relied on Hu Jianhao's intelligence to prepare killing moves specifically aimed at Xinyue's elite disciples, seizing the absolute upper hand.
Among them, Hu Jianhao had six consecutive victories, and Ai Changyuan had six consecutive victories.
What disappointed—or perhaps excited—the Land Immortal Academy disciples even more was that Wu Shiqin, currently Xinyue's best performer, had yet to encounter either Hu Jianhao or Ai Changyuan.
Some Xinyue disciples found this fact difficult to accept. In Wang Qi's view, these new disciples resembled certain college students he had seen in his previous life in some ways. They equated their own worth with a diploma, then equated the academy's reputation with the value of that diploma. To them, entering an immortal academy was akin to bringing glory to their ancestors, so the academy's reputation naturally became tied to the honor on their ancestors' faces.
With that mindset, some people began looking for Wang Qi. Only then did most Xinyue disciples realize that Wang Qi apparently had not watched any of the matches at all.
Long Shulin could not help asking friends close to Wang Qi. Yet even Mao Zimiao could only answer with a wry smile, "I haven't seen him in three days, meow. Maybe he went somewhere to heal his injuries."
That explanation obviously convinced no one. After all, the inn where the academy was staying had Ai Qinglan, a True Disciple of Jiyin Valley, attending patients. Healing there would certainly be better