Spectator stand.
The high-ranking members of the Martial Arts Academy looked at each other and fell silent, unsure of what to say.
They brought out the " Throne " system to add suspense to the Freshman Exchange Competition and test the freshmen's ability to adapt to changing circumstances.
But the result...
Just over a minute into the match, Ning Chuan swept aside all the freshmen with overwhelming force, becoming the King of Freshmen!
How can we even compare?
The venue has been completely vandalized!
"Alright, let's continue the game!"
Zhou Yang coughed lightly, stood up, and said, "The person who scores the most points in this Freshman Exchange Competition will also be the King of Freshmen and will share the reward with Ning Chuan!"
This rule originally did not exist.
Zhou Yang added this at the last minute.
no way.
Without doing this, the game would be almost unwatchable.
and.
He hoped that this regulation would force Ning Chuan to continue fighting.
The appearance of the Dark Night Abyss made him realize that Ning Chuan's strength had increased by an unknown amount after breaking the Federation's record for combat power!
Zhou Yang remained expressionless and said, "Furthermore, I'd like to add something. Due to staff negligence, one competition Rule was forgotten to be added: the use of Black Night is prohibited in this Freshman Exchange Competition..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Qianjun's Force transmission.
" Old Zhou, we can restrict the Divine Weapon of the Ultimate Weapon Art individually, after all, their power is too great, and the people can understand. But to specifically restrict the Dark Night Abyss is too targeted, and it just doesn't make sense!"
Tang Qianjun explained.
After thinking for a moment, he continued via telepathy, "Let's change it to a restricted category of martial arts; that would at least save face for the Martial Arts Academy."
Zhou Yang nodded slightly to him, indicating his agreement.
" The Rule that the staff overlooked is that any control-type mental martial arts are prohibited during the competition!"
Zhou Yang announced loudly.
The words were finished.
Ning Chuan remained silent.
It doesn't matter.
A violent commotion erupted in the Soaring Dragon Auditorium.
"Staff negligence? Could the excuse be any more lame?!"
"I heard Dean Zhou was about to talk about the Dark Night Abyss, but he suddenly changed his mind!"
"These young people are truly formidable! If I remember correctly, this is the first time Galaxy University has implemented Rule to temporarily limit the strength of freshmen!"
"To create three restrictive Rule for the same person is also unprecedented!"
The scene erupted in chaos, as if the ceiling of the auditorium was about to burst open!
However, while many people scorned Zhou Yang's explanation, they couldn't help but feel alarmed by Ning Chuan's behavior.
The Rule and restrictions of the competition, to a large extent, represent the strength of the newcomers.
The new students at the scene became excited.
The college is offering an opportunity, so I definitely can't let it slip by.
Force surged beneath their feet as they used their movement techniques to rush towards the high platform.
According to the post on the Wind and Rain Pavilion.
Without the Dark Night Abyss, Ning Chuan is only equivalent to top freshmen like Ji Hao.
They attacked in large numbers.
Ning Chuan is no match for them.
Anyone could be the lucky one to defeat Ning Chuan!
Thousands of new students arrived at the foot of the platform first, and surged upwards in a dense, dark mass along the steps that extended in all directions.
However.
To the surprise of many viewers...
On the high platform, Ning Chuan remained firmly seated on the black Throne, his posture relaxed, his elbow resting on one of the armrests, his right hand gently supporting his cheek.
His expression was one of calm and indifference.
It's like a bored king waiting for his subjects to come to him.
"Isn't it a bit too presumptuous to have so many new students?"
"This is probably an expression of dissatisfaction with the Martial Arts Academy's leadership!"
"Pretty much. Anyone would be furious if a powerful weapon were banned!"
A series of questioning voices arose.
More than two hundred new students' heads came into Ning Chuan's view.
These people are about to leave the steps and leap onto the high platform.
Just then...
Ning Chuan's eyes narrowed, and he unleashed the Blood Soul Needle!
Within his sea of consciousness, an invisible spiritual force surged forth, bursting forth from his body and condensing into hundreds of blood-red soul needles, which hovered around him.
Each one is only a little over a finger's length and as thick as a hair.
A chilling atmosphere permeated the air.
If Ning Chuan were to unleash the full power of the Blood Soul Needle, he could condense a soul needle exceeding one meter in length.
However, the quantity will be severely limited.
At most a few dozen.
Given the current situation, this is not appropriate.
not to mention.
A soul needle over a meter long is enough to destroy a newborn soul and sever its life force.
The referee will absolutely not ignore this.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A series of barely audible whooshing sounds rang out as hundreds of soul needles shot out.
Because it experiences almost no air friction, its speed is astonishing, like a red lightning bolt traversing the void, leaving a trail of crimson afterimages.
More than two hundred freshmen, before they could even react, had their foreheads pierced by the Soul Needle.
The next moment.
Their bodies, as if receiving a unified command, all stiffened and fell uncontrollably down the steps, tumbling and tumbling.
No one could place their feet on the high platform.
The Blood Soul Needle of the Perfect Realm!
The mental strength of a seasoned ace mech pilot!
The two are combined.
Even though they were just soul needles as thin as a hair, their power was still terrifyingly strong for these newcomers whose average cultivation level was only at the third or fourth rank, and they couldn't withstand them.
"Ah--!!"
Heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the auditorium.
The chandeliers above started swaying.
During the tumbling, the more than two hundred freshmen who were hit by the soul needles regained their senses. They didn't even bother to get up; they all covered their heads and roared.
His face was contorted, terrifyingly ferocious.
He is clearly in great pain!
The referees, suspended in mid-air, didn't need to worry about being trampled; the new students on the steps all stopped in their tracks, ceasing their ascent.
" Ning Chuan controls more than just the Dark Night Abyss."
"This... is the Blood Soul Needle, a pure mental energy attack martial art!"
A dry, hoarse voice rang out.
Among the new students, there are many knowledgeable and well-informed individuals.
Upon hearing this, the new students on the steps showed intense fear in their eyes, and they all turned and ran, putting distance between themselves and Ning Chuan.
It's not that they lack courage.
Damage to the soul is far more serious than physical injury.
With the Federation's current medical technology and the special ability of superhumans to treat injuries, even severed limbs can be healed as long as the damage is not too severe.
However, the soul is injured.
The hospital simply doesn't have any effective treatment options.
Only through the slow and careful nurturing of certain precious items can one truly cultivate inner peace.
In the process, what is mainly relied upon is the self-healing power of the soul.
If the injury is too severe and exceeds the range of self-healing...
The injury will stay with you for life.
If things go wrong, the path of martial arts could be cut off entirely.
In the blink of an eye.
The high platform in the very center of the Soaring Dragon Auditorium was empty of people.
Those freshmen who fell to the ground screaming were also captured by the referee using the Force and taken to the sidelines.
Divine General examined Ning Chuan's actions and found them to be relatively restrained.
Those newly born souls were only slightly damaged and temporarily incapacitated.
It will take a month or two to recover.
Countless gazes were directed toward the high platform.
There.
Only Ning Chuan sat high on the Throne, his eyes indifferent, revealing no emotion.