Chen Xuan smiled lightly, passing by the seven new opponents, and finally landed on Zhou Qiubai.
"Junior Martial Uncle means that the quota of Second Team will be given to you." His tone was as calm as water. "These are the newly selected children from poor families in our college. They were originally going to replace the original noble Second Team to compete."
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the seven people suddenly changed.
Although Xie Ru is no longer doing anything, his words are more useful than the imperial edict.
As for Chen Xuan, the spokesperson of Xie Ru, his words...
It's almost like an imperial edict.
The leader stepped forward, frowning and looking a little anxious. "Mr. Chen, what do you mean by this? It took us a month of hard work to defeat the original group."
You must know that the seven losers in the original article obtained the position of Second Team by virtue of their family's great power. However, after Xie Ru's reforms over the years, the family has not been able to function well in the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Of course, if you rely on your family to play by the rules, then Xie Ru can also mean...
He is the rule.
"I know." Chen Xuan nodded, "But you should also know the reason."
After the words fell, the training ground was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Then, the scene suddenly became noisy.
"What?"
"Why?"
"Mr. Chen, are you kidding?"
The seven people asked almost in unison, with disbelief written all over their faces.
The young man who was surrounded and embarrassed was even more stunned on the spot, the sweat on his forehead had not yet been wiped dry, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.
Chen Xuan did not explain, but turned slightly sideways to make way for Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun.
"A child from a poor family?" Yang Guyun suddenly spoke, his voice was not serious, but it made the seven people feel trembling.
Zhou Qiubai turned to look at him, and Yang Guyun added expressionlessly, "It turns out that a humble family looks like this."
The expressions of the seven people instantly became complicated.
The leader Cheng Jin took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, cupped his fists and said, "I am the new captain of Cheng Jin, Heaven Dou Second Team. I dare you to ask..."
"Zhou Qiubai." Zhou Qiubai nodded in return and pointed to Yang Guyun beside him, "This is Yang Guyun."
Cheng Jin's eyes wandered around the two of them, and finally landed on the sword at Zhou Qiubai's waist.
"We have heard about the two of you." Cheng Jin's voice was steady, but he suppressed his emotions. "White Clothes Sword, Returnless Spear, Tianxing City became famous in one battle. They defeated Imperial Fighting Team with two against seven. The whole Heaven Dou City is spreading."
Zhou Qiubai did not respond.
"But we are not convinced." Cheng Jin stared at him and said word by word, "The seven of us are made from twenty-seven people. It was us who defeated those noble children of Second Team with our own hands. We sweat and suffer ten times more than they did. Now that you are here, you easily take away our quota. Why?"
The six people behind him all took a step forward, menacingly.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun are strong and they know it.
But just because they are strong enough to deny their efforts of more than ten years, they don't recognize it.
Zhou Qiubai looked at them and suddenly smiled.
Not a mockery, but an "I understand" smile.
"Why are you laughing?" someone couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Qiubai did not answer, but looked sideways at Chen Xuan: "Brother Chen, what did Dean Xie actually say?"
Chen Xuan thought for a while, then imitated Xie Ru's tone and said slowly, "These kids are good, give them a chance. If they can't beat the original Second Team, the quota will be a waste for them."
Cheng Jin The expressions of the seven people suddenly became more complicated.
There was both the surprise of being called "child" by Xie Ru, and the sting of the phrase "if you can't beat the original Second Team, you will waste your quota."
Zhou Qiubai nodded, turned back to Cheng Jin: "Do you understand?"
Cheng Jin gritted his teeth. "I understand. But we are still not convinced."
"What do you want?"
"Fight." Cheng Jin said word by word, "If you beat us, the quota will be yours. If we win..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Guyun suddenly said, "You can't win."
Cheng Jin was stunned.
Yang Guyun thought for a while and added something more heartbreaking, "I don't need to take action."
Cheng Jin A young man behind him blushed and said angrily, "You!"
Zhou Qiubai raised his hand to stop the young man's words. He looked at Cheng Jin and suddenly felt that there was something interesting about this person.
Even though you know the gap, you are still willing to compete. This is not stupidity, but integrity.
But backbone requires strength.
And he happened to have it.
"Okay." He said, "How to fight?"
Cheng Jin took a deep breath. "There are seven of us, you... just take as many as you want."
"I am the only one." Zhou Qiubai said calmly.
All seven people were stunned.
Cheng Jin thought he heard wrongly, "What?"
Zhou Qiubai flexed his wrist and said, "There are seven of you, and I am alone. If you are still standing after a cup of tea, the spot will be yours."
On the training ground, there was tension in the air, and you could hear a needle drop.
Cheng Jin The young man behind him couldn't help but blurt out. "Who do you look down on?"
Zhou Qiubai glanced at him calmly. "I respect your integrity, so I fight alone."
The young man opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Although their backgrounds are not as high as those of other nobles, they have made a lot of efforts to get to where they are today.
You must know that even in today's Heaven Dou Royal Academy, the class system still exists. After all, the academy can provide a fair training environment, but training resources depend on the strength of the family.
Yang Guyun is already walking to the sideline with a gun in his hand.
After taking two steps, he looked back at Chen Xuan: "Aren't you leaving?"
Chen Xuan smiled, "I'm standing here, so I won't be in the way."
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment, and then said something rare, "Then stand far away."
Chen Xuan smiled and took three steps back.
Zhou Qiubai took off White Clothes Sword from his waist, and stood tall in the center of the training ground.
Cheng Jin The seven people quickly dispersed and surrounded him in a fan shape.
Seven Soul Elder, Power Attack System, various types of Martial Soul from the agility attack system and the control system appeared together.
As soon as the formation was opened, the momentum immediately became unusual.
It's not showy, but it's full of the rigidity of academic teaching.
Maybe this is why Xie Ru wants to change.
The college currently...
Too regular.
He needs to break this rule.
Otherwise, there will be no way to usher in reform.
Zhou Qiubai quietly observed their positions, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
"How many games have you played?" he asked suddenly.
Cheng Jin was stunned and replied casually, "Twenty-seven games."
Zhou Qiubai nodded. "Then today is the twenty-eighth game."
Before he finished speaking, seven people on the other side moved at the same time.
Cheng Jin is Power Attack System, and Martial Soul is Bronze Battle Axe. With a sudden slash, it struck Zhou Qiubai's left shoulder with a sound of breaking wind.
At the same time, the agility-attacking boy turned into an afterimage and circled behind Zhou Qiubai, his claws Martial Soul flashed with cold light and went straight for his heart.
The control-type Green Vine grew crazily from the ground, trying to wrap around Zhou Qiubai's feet.