Under the incredulous gazes of the two veterans, Qin Ze held one in each hand.
They were thrown off the stage like chicks.
Snap snap snap~
Qin Ze clapped his hands and looked at the group of veterans below.
"Steamed buns, you're not happy about it?"
This statement was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan; the veterans were instantly furious.
"Yo-ho! Don't stop me, I'm going to beat him to death!"
"You really think you can just take us for granted, huh? That you can just cook us up with anything?"
" Level Two Martial Artist dares to be this arrogant?"
What grade are you in?
"Peak Level 1... Alright, that's fine then."
"..."
Huai Xu whispered to Wen Jing, "You guys retreat first, I'll cover the boss later."
Wen Jing shook his head. "It's not a big problem."
He understood Qin Ze's meaning.
Qin Ze wanted to establish his authority.
As the creator of the fastest record in the Heaven-Reaching Tower, he is undoubtedly a dazzling star among this year's freshmen.
Those who can enter the Haidu Academy are all the most outstanding talents from various regions.
Prodigies possess an indomitable spirit; they always seek to challenge the strong and demonstrate their own worth.
Last night alone, several challengers came to his door, but Qin Ze slapped them all away.
This shows how many people will want to use Qin Ze as a stepping stone to fame and fortune in the future.
Rather than being surrounded by buzzing flies in the future, it's better to subdue all these people today.
The second-year students were almost all at level two, and the few level three cultivation fanatics were not present at the moment.
Meanwhile, the seniors, who are usually in their third or fourth year, are often away from home, either gaining experience or carrying out missions in Abyss, and rarely stay at school.
Wen Jing felt that as long as the veteran level three didn't make a move, no one would be a match for Qin Ze tonight.
"How about this?"
"Anyone who disagrees can come up now."
I'll keep beating you until you submit.
In the audience, veterans kept getting up.
The student council was doing its best to maintain order, but there were just too many seasoned veterans who wanted to teach Qin Ze a lesson, and the situation was about to spiral out of control.
The chubby-cheeked child couldn't help but exclaim, "He's such a troublemaker!"
"However, it did surprise me greatly. An eighteen-year-old Level Two Martial Artist has a very promising future."
Nangong Qianrou sighed.
I never expected a freshman orientation challenge to cause so much trouble.
"Quiet."
The indignant veterans instantly fell silent and all looked at Nangong Qianrou.
"Tonight's welcome challenge has come to an end."
"Everyone's gone."
Qin Ze refused to accept it.
No!
If they break up, how am I supposed to beat them up?
"Um, um, and that one too."
"Yes, you have dead fish eyes, like a blind person's. I'm talking about you."
"I can see you're all pretty defiant. Come on up here, I'll give you a chance."
Qin Ze called out names directly.
The veteran who was called out could no longer hold back and immediately jumped onto the ring.
Nangong Qianrou glared at Qin Ze.
You did it on purpose, didn't you?
I was trying to help you out of a difficult situation, and you still provoked me.
Nangong Qianrou, deciding to simply ignore it.
Meanwhile, Qin Ze continued to call out names.
In just a short while, more than twenty veterans had already taken up positions on the arena, the highest of whom was only level 2.5.
"Hey, you bald guy, and that guy with the dark circles and kidney deficiency over there, come up here."
"Those whose names I've called, hurry up and get there. Don't make me repeat myself; everyone's time is precious."
"How many are there now? Let me count, one, two, three... forty-nine."
"One more, to make it a round number, how about that long-haired senior?"
What? You have no complaints?
"Come on up too, just to help the junior make up a number."
"..."
Qin Ze, holding the microphone he had snatched from the female host, strolled around the ring, picking on the veterans below.
Soon, about fifty people stood on the arena.
The news that Qin Ze was going to take on all the senior students in the Martial Dao Academy in one go spread like wildfire through social media.
Pill Academy, Weapons Academy, Martial Arts Academy...
Everyone who lived near the martial arts school came to watch the spectacle.
The martial arts gym, which could originally only accommodate two hundred people, was now crammed with more than five hundred.
Among them were tickets hanging on the walls and windows.
"Anyone want to fight one-on-one? Let me take a look."
"Where are you pushing your way in the back? There's no room left in front."
"Damn it, if you touch my butt again, I'm going to explode!"
"I know him, the fastest man in the Heaven-Reaching Tower."
"Oh, he's Fast Man!"
The martial arts gym was bustling with activity.
Someone carried a camera and started live-streaming the event in the school's large group chat.
"Hey, hey, hey, can everyone hear me?"
Qin Ze patted the microphone.
"Let me first introduce myself."
"My Qin Ze, a student in the top-scoring class of freshmen."
"Taking advantage of tonight's challenge match, I'm prepared to have a friendly and friendly sparring session with the veterans... oh no, the seniors."
"The reason I only called for fifty rotten... seniors to come up is not because I can only fight that many, but because the ring can only hold that many."
Wow!
What a boastful tone!
Those from the neighboring college who had come to watch the spectacle started whistling and cheering.
The veterans of this academy, especially those standing on the arena, all had ashen faces.
Qin Ze continued, "But those who haven't come up yet don't need to worry."
"This wave is over, but there's another one. Anyone who wants to beat me up, anyone who doesn't like me, or anyone who thinks they're cooler than me can line up on the right side of the ring to sign up."
Huai Xu and Fatty maintained order at the edge of the arena.
"The next batch of people can register here. The registration fee is one thousand yuan per person. Line up."
As soon as they finished speaking, a long queue instantly formed in front of them.
Huai Xu gave Qin Ze an "OK" sign on the stage.
I won a fortune just from the registration fees tonight.
Qin Ze tossed the microphone aside and beckoned to the fifty veterans.
"Let's all go at once, the next wave is waiting."
The veterans couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck him!"
"For the glory of the senior students of the Martial Arts Academy!"
"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know why the flowers are so red!"
"Charge him!"
"..."
The fifty veterans simultaneously unleashed their energy, nearly blowing the roof off the martial arts hall.
Seeing the veterans swarming in, Qin Ze advanced instead of retreating.
He walked into the crowd with the Vermilion Bird Step, his movements as graceful as a dance, so elegant that even the old bird couldn't touch the hem of his clothes.
"One, two, three..."
Qin Ze moved as if he were in an empty field.
As he counted, he casually kicked the old bird off the stage, and none of the old birds could withstand a single blow.
Don't hit me in the face!
The long-haired girl covered her face.
"Oh, you're the senior who's convinced. You can go down now."
Okay.
The long-haired girl quickly ran off the stage.
Qin Ze continued to weave quickly through the crowd using the Vermilion Bird Step.
"... forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty."
With the last veteran thrown off the stage, only Qin Ze remained.
The entire room Soundlessness, except for people constantly swallowing their saliva.
That's so brutal!
I've never seen such energetic freshmen before, nor have I ever seen a freshman challenge with this kind of style of play.
Qin Ze clapped his hands and looked towards the registration area.
"Alright, let's begin the next round."
(From now on, I'll update at 6 PM.)