Liu Chang's Burning Gaze and Li Jing's Tight Embrace

"Do you remember the rules that were read out before the Points Tournament began?" Qian Feng said.

Li Yan nodded.

As the school's top fighting force and the students most likely to make it into elite Martial Arts Universities, they naturally knew the competition rules inside out.

"Anyone on a winning streak receives bonus points. At the same time, examiners may award additional points based on your martial virtue and technical performance."

"As of now, Yang Sheng has won 101 consecutive matches. His winning-streak points still haven't been added to the rankings, and his performances over the past two days have both been scored by the Observation Panel. The maximum score for a winning streak is twenty points, and the Observation Panel can also award up to twenty points."

"Barring any surprises, Yang Sheng has maxed out both scores. So his actual score isn't the 544 points displayed on the board, but 584 points after adding those forty points!"

"Even after adding those two scores to ours, Yang Sheng is already closing in on us in total points. On the first day, he was still far behind us, but today, we're all exhausted while he only gets stronger as he fights. I really don't know how that guy usually trains."

Li Yan said nothing.

He knew Yang Sheng too well.

Over the past three years, Yang Sheng had maintained a routine of arriving at school at five in the morning and leaving at ten at night every single day.

Rain or shine.

Even Li Yan himself could not manage that.

Yet he had never understood why Yang Sheng had improved so quickly over the past month.

But now, that no longer mattered.

Yang Sheng's strength had caught up to his.

For the first time, Li Yan felt powerless.

He seemed