An overwhelming battle
At Tianhai Stadium, the individual matches are in full swing.
Because the junior group generally doesn't have particularly high-level Soul Ring, at most three rings, and it's a one-on-one competition, the venue isn't very large.
Each arena is only about thirty meters in diameter. The arena are arranged side by side, divided into four sections in each of the east, west, south, and north, with thirty-two arenas fighting simultaneously. The light of various Martial Soul rises and falls, and the muffled sounds of Soul Skill colliding are continuous, dazzling the eyes.
The ice spikes were barely shot out when Wind Blade flew across; the earth shields were barely erected when pillars of fire shot into the sky.
Shouts, cheers, and the booming sounds of Soul Skill exploding were everywhere, all mixed together, creating a lively atmosphere like a pot boiling over.
Soon, it was Bai Yushan's turn.
Bai Yushan yawned, stood up from the players' bench, and stretched out a big yawn.
The bones were cracking.
I had a fight with Shen Yi late last night and I almost didn't recover.
It has to be said, the Soul Saint of the Shrek Academy are incredibly strong!
Having experienced intense competition, Bai Yushan genuinely has no interest in this childish game.
If he hadn't promised Yu Zhen he'd win an individual championship, he wouldn't have wanted to play house with this bunch of trash.
Watching the entire competition, it was clear that the players on the court had poor forehand, ineffective backhand, and unsteady footwork; none of them had any decent tactics or techniques.
He couldn't even be bothered to lift a finger.
Winning doesn't give me any sense of accomplishment.
Round 2, Match 7.
Bai Yushan took a step, his figure blurred, and he jumped into the arena.
The circular arena is surrounded by a transparent soul-guided defensive shield, which glows with a faint light and is specifically designed to prevent the power of Soul Skill from leaking out and to prevent accidental injury to the audience.
A figure was already standing on the opposite side of the arena.
Lin Hao, a genius boy from the Tianhai Academy.
One of the top contenders for the junior group individual competition, with Three-Ring Soul Elder cultivation level and the Xuan Mysterious Iron Saber as his Martial Soul, his sharp and deadly strikes are well-known among his peers.
He was tall and thin, with sharp eyes. He held a narrow-bladed longsword in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly. He stood there with his back ramrod straight, looking at Bai Yushan with an arrogant expression.
Very well, I, Bai Yushan, love beating up geniuses the most!
Bai Yushan grinned maliciously at his opponent, determined to crush his confidence later!
Each competition stage had a referee. Their referee was a middle-aged man with considerable cultivation, around the level of Five-Ring Soul King.
"The rules are simple. Use all your attack methods without hesitation. I will intervene as needed to ensure your safety. A player who concedes or becomes incapacitated will be declared the loser. If the difference in skill level is too great, I will also make that decision. You have thirty seconds to prepare. I will start the countdown in the last five seconds. Begin your preparations."
No sooner had the referee finished speaking than Lin Hao's Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet.
Two yellow and one purple Soul Ring slowly rotated.
The standard optimal Soul Ring configuration.
With his cultivation level at the Three-Ring Soul Elder level, he is definitely among the top tier in the youth group.
The Mysterious Iron Saber Martial Soul instantly possessed him, a faint gray halo appeared on the long blade, and Soul Power flowed, emitting a slight hum.
Lin Hao flicked his wrist, twirling the knife in a flourish.
"You're from the Eastsea Academy, right?"
He spoke, his tone laced with arrogance. "I heard that when your Eastsea Academy was established, it was meant to be our Tianhai Academy. Now it seems... tsk tsk, you're overestimating yourselves!"
It wasn't meant as sarcasm; what Lin Hao said was indeed the truth.
The establishment of the Eastsea Academy was indeed a slogan uttered by the governor of Eastsea City, who saw the rapid economic development of Eastsea City.
Unfortunately, sometimes economic development and the development of Soul Master don't seem to be proportional...
Bai Yushan stood opposite him, hands in his pockets, lazily watching him.
Even the Soul Ring didn't light up.
It was as if she hadn't heard him at all.
Lin Hao frowned.
What are you pretending for?
He was about to say something more when the referee's voice rang out.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"
"The match begins!"
The last word had just been uttered.
Snap!
A barely perceptible arc of electricity crackled at the foot of Bai Yushan.
Lightning Flash Step!
The figure blurred instantly in place.
Lin Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.
Wow, so fast!
He didn't even see how it moved; in a flash, the person was already in front of him.
There was no time to react!
Bang!
He kicked me in the chest.
The force wasn't great, but the precision was incredible.
Lin Hao felt a tightness in his chest, and his Soul Power instantly dissipated.
He was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string.
Clang--
It slammed heavily onto the soul-guided defensive shield.
The transparent protective shield rippled in a circle.
Lin Hao slid down the protective shield, collapsed to the ground, his long sword slipped from his hand, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out.
A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
He couldn't even parry a single move.
The entire room fell silent instantly.
The referee stood rooted to the spot, his raised hand still frozen in mid-air.
He was originally prepared to warn both sides to be careful.
result...
The referee swallowed hard.
That speed...
He almost didn't see it clearly!
You must know he's Five-Ring Soul King!
What kind of monster is this boy?
If that hit me, I'd probably take ages to react, right?
Such a genius... even I wouldn't be a match for him, would I?
The referee was extremely nervous.
Bai Yushan withdrew his foot and patted off imaginary dust from his trouser leg.
He looked up and glanced at the referee.
Just one look.
The referee flinched, then immediately realized what was happening.
I declare!
He raised his voice, which trembled slightly.
"Eastsea Academy vs. Bai Yushan, victory in this match!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in chaos.
"Holy crap!! One second?!"
"Are you kidding me?! Lin Hao is a seeded player!"
"Knocked out with just one kick?!"
"What kind of speed is that? I didn't even see it!"
"Where did this monster from the Eastsea Academy come from?!"
In the audience, murmurs and exclamations mingled together.
Everyone leaned forward, staring intently at the black-clad youth on the stage.
That happened so fast, many people didn't even see what happened.
A figure flashed by, and then the seeded player from the Tianhai Academy flew out.
Outrageous!
This is outrageous!
Several arenas nearby were bustling with intense fighting.
Ice blade against Wind Blade, every punch lands squarely.
Hearing the exclamations, everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Even the referee was glancing this way.
When they saw Lin Hao lying on the ground while Bai Yushan stood perfectly fine in the center of the arena, they were all stunned.
What's going on?
This is just the beginning, isn't it?
Is that all?
Their faces were filled with disbelief.
Three minutes ago, in the VIP viewing area for the senior management.
The seats are located at the very top of the stadium, offering a panoramic view overlooking all the rings.
The table was set with the finest spiritual tea and exquisite pastries, all specially prepared for the alliance's high-ranking officials and the deans of various academies.
Meng Ruoxu leaned back in his chair, holding a teacup in his hand, and slowly took a sip. As the vice dean of the Tianhai Academy, in charge of teaching, he was full of confidence as he was on home ground this time.