The Maka Race ambassador stared intently at Qin Ze, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, doing nothing, in the video.
No two leaves are the same, just as no two martial arts techniques are exactly alike.
The ambassador frowned.
The blue flames released by Qin Ze looked all too familiar.
The only differences are in the flame color and some details.
The ambassador opened his palm, and a pale purple flame flickered gently.
He clenched his fist, and the flame disappeared.
The ambassador looked at Qin Ze in the picture again.
This breathing technique...
He couldn't help but gasp.
They are so similar.
Aside from a few details, the overall rhythm is exactly the same.
The Maka Race ambassador's expression gradually turned serious.
The Fire Movement Technique has been leaked.
This could very likely damage the core interests of the Maka Race.
Could it have been those rats who leaked it?
The ambassador's thoughts were wandering.
The decision was made to report the matter.
Although he couldn't be 100% certain that Qin Ze practiced Fire Movement Technique, he could at least be 70-80% certain.
The Education Bureau next to him was completely bewildered.
I don't understand what's wrong with this alien.
She cries one minute and laughs the next.
Could it be that they were truly astonished by the performance of our clan's prodigy?
The Education Bureau nodded slightly.
I mentally gave Qin Ze a thumbs up.
Well done, young man.
Half an hour later, Qin Ze still hadn't seen his opponent.
"I'm dreaming right now."
If I fall asleep now, will I have another dream?
This idea is largely impossible to verify.
Because he is very energetic now.
Two full hours passed before Qin Ze finally met his opponent.
Meanwhile, the projection screen Otherworld only showed Qin Ze's arena.
Yes, it's the SOLO finals.
Due to the unique nature of the Mystic Dream Otherworld, the competition progressed at a rapid pace.
It was, after all, a dream.
After each match, the player re-enters the dream, where they remain at their peak in all aspects.
Unlike traditional competitions, there is no need for rest after each match.
With the innovation of the Mystic Dream Otherworld, large-scale arena competitions no longer use the traditional model.
This is why the Hundred Schools Competition, with thousands of participants, can be completed in just two days.
An individual solo competition usually only takes one morning.
Team competitions tend to last longer, sometimes extending into the afternoon or even evening.
The two finalists are Qin Ze, a freshman from the Haidu Academy!
"And Han Feng, a sophomore at the Twilight Academy!"
What kind of exciting duel will these two bring us?
Let's wait and see!
The Otherworld host introduced the topic loudly.
Qin Ze discovered that he could now see the audience Otherworld.
That's quite humane.
"Go Brother Ze Ge!"
Go, boss!
The professional team was cheering and shouting loudly for Qin Ze.
Apart from the fat guy who was eliminated in the second round, everyone else did quite well.
Huai Xu and Wen Jing were eliminated in the quarterfinals.
Lu Tongtong was defeated in the semi-finals and almost faced Qin Ze in the finals.
The surrounding area was filled with students from the Haidu Academy. Although everyone thought Qin Ze wouldn't win the finals, they still cheered him on.
Qin Ze's opponent was a seasoned second-year student at the peak of the second level.
No matter how you look at it, the freshman doesn't have much of an advantage over the other side.
However, what they didn't know was...
"Level three? You're only level three!"
Han Feng's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Qin Ze suddenly unleash his power.
An 18-year-old at level three, did he grow up eating Qi -Qi-Gathering Pill?
Without saying a word, Qin Ze decisively launched the Niuniu Charge.
The " Iron Mountain Lean " Fire Movement Technique, sent his opponent flying off the stage.
The scene Soundlessness.
Even the Education Bureau and the Maka Race ambassador were visibly shocked.
An 18-year-old at level three.
Not only is he the youngest Level Three Martial Artist in Human Race history.
Looking at Myriad Races, they are among the top 100.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
The Education Bureau's right hand trembled involuntarily.
Besides Yao Yuan, another peerless genius has emerged among the Human Race.
However, compared to Brother Yuanzi, Qin Ze still has a lot of room for improvement.
"Time, it needs time."
The Education Bureau sighed inwardly.
The Maka Race ambassador's expression grew increasingly grave.
Even among the elites of the Maka Race, this child would be considered outstanding.
Report this to higher authorities; this child must be closely monitored.
"We are the champions!"
"It's our Haidu Academy again, hahaha!"
"This junior is really awesome."
"Junior, look this way. I have experience going down into the Abyss twice. We can have a detailed discussion about it tonight."
"..."
The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers and shouts.
When Qin Ze opened his eyes again, he was already in a plaza outside the Otherworld.
The host raised Qin Ze's hand high. "The champion of this year's Hundred Schools Competition individual event is Qin Ze, an eighteen-year-old Level Three Martial Artist from the Haidu Academy!"
The live television broadcast transmitted this scene to every corner of the mainland.
At this moment, the whole world is talking about this youngest Level Three Martial Artist in history.
Qin Ze, the protagonist, remained completely unmoved.
The opponents were just a bunch of worthless scoundrels; they weren't interesting at all.
The awards ceremony for the solo competition was held together with that for the team competition.
Therefore, Qin Ze's championship reward will have to wait until tomorrow.
Qin Ze straightened his clothes and walked into the crowd, preparing to leave the square.
Next, he came to a profound understanding of what a Fervor fan truly is.
"Don't push, you're stepping on my foot!"
"If you're not a senior, where are you touching?"
"Fine, let's take a group photo, but please don't give me face wash, I can't breathe."
"Dude, I don't like men, thanks."
Qin Ze fought his way through the encirclement and finally broke free.
Within the Local Area Network, a group of clones were feeling envious.
"Getting cocky already?"
"What's so great about beating up a bunch of noobs? Real Man should take on Virgo."
"Wow, that's a really strong flavor."
"Perverted, but I like it, hehehe!"
"..."
Qin Ze said calmly, "Remember this, the person standing before you now is the sole Troupe Leader of the Circus, the Chosen One of Human Race, the World Hunt Participant, the solo champion of the Hundred Schools Competition, and the youngest Level Three Martial Artist Human Race, Lord Qin Ze."
His Dharma King, "It's full, it's full, the car can't fit so many people."
In the chat group, after learning that the champion was from the Haidu Academy, the Fairy mocked those who were just Slacking on the Sidelines.
This time, the class monitor and others from the Shi'an Academy all stopped at the top sixteen.
After Slacking on the Sidelines for two waves, it realized it was outmatched and went into "playing dead" mode.
That evening, the professional team and Qin Ze had a big celebration.
Tomorrow is the team competition, and everyone is filled with anticipation.
The following day, the number of participants waiting in the square was twice that of the previous day.
There are many people like Fatty who are not good at solo play and rarely participate in individual competitions.
The fat guy didn't want to participate at first, but since he was already there, he decided to experience the atmosphere of the competition.
The Huai Xu looked around curiously, like a curious child.
"Boss, look at those guys, they're dressed so strangely."
Qin Ze looked in the direction Huai Xu pointing and saw five men and women dressed in black night clothes.