Zhou Yutang stood at the front of the crowd, looking over everyone's heads and landing on Bai Yi.
He didn't recognize this kid. He was in his early twenties and had an unfamiliar face. He actually showed his cultivation level of Soul King during the test just now.
Zhou Yutang felt uncomfortable. Originally, he was the only Soul King on the field today, and everyone was paying attention to him. Everyone should focus on him.
As a result, a guy appeared out of nowhere and took away half of his limelight.
He stared at Bai Yi for two breaths, then turned back and said to the person next to him:
"Twenty-year-old Soul King, I don't know where he came from."
Bai Yi heard that sentence, but pretended not to.
Sun Mubai stood beside Bai Yi, his mouth opened for a long time, and his voice was unbelievable:
"You... you are also Soul King? How old are you?"
Bai Yi said:
"Twenty. I have been practicing outside for several years. I am just lucky."
Sun Mubai said:
"How lucky? I have been practicing for more than ten years before reaching Soul Ancestor. Do you think you are lucky?"
Prince Xue Xing stood up from his seat and his voice spread smoothly throughout the school grounds:
"Soul Power The test has ended. Next is the strength selection. Draw lots and determine the outcome in one round. The winner will advance. I hope you will go all out and let His Majesty and His Royal Highness see your true abilities."
Bai Yi walked up to draw a lottery, took a look at the number plate, and walked to the corresponding competition position.
His opponent in the first round was a young Soul Elder in his early twenties, Martial Soul was a long knife, and Soul Ring was yellow, yellow, and purple.
That person looked unhappy when he saw Bai Yi walking on stage.
When he was testing just now, he saw Soul Ring Configuration of Bai Yi, and one of the five Soul Rings was black. This configuration is quite good in the Soul King level.
He knew that he probably wouldn't win, but he still had to save his face.
The moment the competition started, the man gritted his teeth and rushed forward first. A layer of golden light appeared on the blade and struck towards Bai Yi.
Bai Yi urged Demon-Slaying Sword. The blade of the sword was completely black and appeared steadily in the palm of his hand. He did not catch the sword forcefully, but turned sideways to let the blade pass. Demon-Slaying Sword's sword tip slid up against the spine of the sword, and with a slight pick, he deflected the opponent's long sword.
The man's center of gravity tilted as the sword moved, and Bai Yi took advantage of the situation and lightly patted the back of the sword on his wrist. The man let go in pain, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.
The whole process was neat and tidy, using only two moves from start to finish.
The man was stunned for a moment, bent down, picked up the long knife, cupped his hands, turned around and walked off the stage.
The opponent in the second round was slightly stronger, a Soul Ancestor who was about 25 years old and held a shield Martial Soul.
The man held the shield horizontally in front of him, trying to use defense to consume Bai Yi's physical strength. Bai Yi spent half a breath observing the opponent's stance and distribution of his center of gravity, and then thrust his sword into the gap on the edge of the shield. The tip of the sword accurately opened the lock on the shield, and the big shield flew out.
The man had empty hands and watched his shield fly out and hit the pillar. He opened and closed his mouth and walked off the stage.
There were low murmurs on the sidelines.
Sun Mubai stood in the crowd, eyes wide open.
He originally thought that Bai Yi was just a relative, and it would be good if he could finish the first round. But after looking at the two competitions, Bai Yi's movements were extremely concise, and every sword hit the opponent's weakness, and no extra effort was wasted.
This level of accuracy obviously cannot be achieved by luck.
Zhou Yutang noticed it too.
He leaned against the pillar and crossed his arms, his eyes following the movements of Bai Yi, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
He was first surprised, then disdainful, and then uneasy.
Just now he thought that Bai Yi was just at a high level of cultivation and might not have any actual combat experience in a real fight.
But Bai Yi won those two games too easily, and his effortless attitude made him feel a little threatened.
Bai Yi played two more rounds, and each round ended without more than three moves.
He controlled his output, suppressing the power of Demon-Slaying Sword to the level of Soul Ancestor, without showing any unnecessary means.
Even so, his performance was enough to make the three main figures in the stands look at him.
Xue Ye nodded slightly and said to the attendant next to him:
"This young man is good. He is straightforward and not sloppy."
Prince Xue Xing responded without changing his expression:
"He does have some skills."
But his eyes stayed on Bai Yi obviously longer than before.
Xue Qinghe said nothing, her eyes fell on the dark sword, and there was consideration in her eyes.
She is twenty years old, Soul King, and her swordsmanship is not as sophisticated as it should be at this age. If such a person appears here, is he really here to join her, or does he have another purpose behind it.
The final battle has been arranged.
Bai Yi versus Zhou Yutang.
Everyone on the school grounds gathered here in unison.
Zhou Yutang is the candidate with the highest cultivation level today, and Bai Yi is the dark horse who suddenly emerged. They are several years apart in age, but their cultivation level is both at the Soul King level.
The outcome of this competition will directly determine who can get the most attention in front of the prince.
Zhou Yutang finally put away his careless attitude, and when he stood in the competition position, Snake Lance Martial Soul condensed and took shape in his palm.
He looked at Bai Yi and smiled, but the smile made people uncomfortable and said:
"I'm lucky to get to the last round. But that's the end of it."
Bai Yi didn't reply, but just held Demon-Slaying Sword in front of him.
The bell rang for the start of the competition.
Zhou Yutang took the lead.
He stepped on the ground with his toes and quickly approached Snake Lance. He thrust out through the air at a tricky angle and struck Bai Yi's right rib.
The speed of that spear was extremely fast, and a scream like a snake's message followed closely behind.
Bai Yi stepped aside, and Demon-Slaying Sword blocked the side of the spear body, deflecting the direction of the thrust.
The tip of the spear grazed the corner of his clothes and was nailed to the ground behind him, poking a shallow pit in the stone brick.
Zhou Yutang retracted his spear and thrust again, this time faster. He thrust three spears in a row, each spear aimed at Bai Yi's vital point.
Bai Yi took two steps back, Demon-Slaying Sword kept blocking, and the sound of swords and spears colliding was clear and rapid.
Someone in the audience whispered:
"Zhou Yutang It's so fast, that guy keeps retreating."
Sun Mubai clenched his fists, sweating for Bai Yi in his heart.
Zhou Yutang fought faster and faster, Snake Lance's offensive became more and more intensive, and the spear shadow covered the front and sides of Bai Yi, leaving almost no blind spots.
With a smile on his face, he obviously felt that he had taken the initiative.
But Bai Yi just blocked it with an expressionless face, his steps were steady and his breathing was steady.
He is waiting for an opportunity.
Zhou Yutang thrust out another spear, a little faster than before, but the aim of this blow was slightly off.
His inertia caused his body to lean forward slightly, and a brief gap was exposed on his right shoulder.
Bai Yi moved at that moment.
The sword blade of Demon-Slaying Sword slid against Snake Lance, and the tip of the sword accurately touched Zhou Yutang's wrist.
Zhou Yutang's jaw went numb, and Snake Lance flew out.
His eyes widened instantly, and his other hand tried to grab the spear handle that fell from the air, but Bai Yi's sword was already pressed three inches in front of his throat faster than he could.
The tip of the sword hovered and did not penetrate.
The school grounds were quiet for a while.
Zhou Yutang looked down at the black sword in front of his throat, and then at his empty hands.
His expression changed from shock to embarrassment, and finally he could only say reluctantly:
"... I lost."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Bai Yi put away Demon-Slaying Sword and walked off the stage with a calm expression.