Two in the afternoon.
Magic Martial University Gymnasium.
Before the contestants entered, Liu Huarong began, "After this morning's matches, I took a look at the reactions online.
"A lot of people felt that this exchange tournament was too brutal...
"People online were saying all sorts of things—some students were vicious, others were far too stupid...
"Why fight like that? When they clearly couldn't win, why didn't they concede or surrender?"
Suddenly, Liu Huarong's voice grew heated. "Because martial artists can die in battle, but they never surrender!
"Everyone, remember those words!
"There are things you don't understand now, but that doesn't mean you never will! Sooner or later, you'll understand!
"There are always people silently sacrificing for you. They may die in battle, they may suffer defeat, but they will never surrender!
"Yes, this is an exchange tournament, and students are allowed to concede. But surrendering before the very last moment is a disgrace!"
Chen Xueyan added calmly, "You may lack strength, but you must have backbone!
"Martial universities set an example—an example for all martial artists."
As the two spoke, the afternoon matches officially began.
Magic Martial University had chosen Fang Ping to go first and Zhao Lei last. Lu Hao had heard about it yesterday too: Big Lion intended to have Fang Ping sweep through the entire opposing Eight-School Alliance team.
Watching the Eight-School Alliance students prepare to take the stage, Lu Hao couldn't help feeling sorry for them. They were about to become mere backdrops for someone else's glory.
He didn't think Fang Ping had any chance of losing. After all, Fang Ping could restore his vital blood whenever he wanted.
Without having to ration his vital blood, he could unleash his full power with every move. No one could withstand that.
On the platform.
Dressed