Qin Rushuang's Disappointment

The departure of Lin Qingyao and Aunt Fu, along with the One Flash, terrifying pressure they had just exuded, made Dongfang Yueming ponder. ' Lin Qingyao is indeed extraordinary; she actually has such an unfathomable figure by her side.' He glanced thoughtfully in the direction they had disappeared.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the stage froze once again.

Zhao Jin nodded slightly to Chen Feng, his tone polite yet carrying an undeniable confidence. "Senior Brother Chen, please forgive me."

Chen Feng was completely focused, not daring to be careless in the slightest. He knew the importance of this battle, his mind was highly concentrated, his blood and qi surged within him, ready to deal with Zhao Jin's attack at any time.

The battle erupted instantly!

Zhao Jin did not choose to confront him head-on, but instead danced gracefully on the arena like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Her movements were extremely exquisite, her steps light and unpredictable, as if weightless—this was the [Flowing Cloud Steps], which had reached its Major Accomplishment!

Chen Feng could only see blurry figures before his eyes, unable to pinpoint Zhao Jin's true form! He threw punches and kicks several times, but only managed to hit afterimages. His fierce attacks felt like hitting empty air, leaving him incredibly frustrated!

In contrast, Zhao Jin moved like a ghost through the gaps in Chen Feng's attacks, occasionally extending her jade fingers to tap or poke, each time striking precisely at Chen Feng's joints or the points where his qi and blood circulated!

Chen Feng felt numb and sore all over, his blood and qi were sluggish, his movements became slower and slower, and he was completely caught in his opponent's rhythm, struggling and in a sorry state!

"Bang!"

After only a dozen or so moves, Chen Feng was struck on the shoulder by Zhao Jin, staggering backward and nearly falling to the ground, already defeated!

Another defeat!

The students from Great Xia University were completely silent, their faces filled with disbelief and disappointment.

How could... we lost again?

'Senior Brother Chen has already Tendon Transformation Lesser Completion! How could he have been defeated so quickly?'

'Are we really going to keep losing?'

A heavy sense of frustration spread through the air.

' Lin Qingyao... she was right after all.' Dongfang Yueming thought to himself as he watched this scene.

Before everyone could recover from their disappointment, Zhao Yi, the last student of the Tendon Transformation Realm from the Great Yan Dynasty, strode onto the arena.

"Great Yan Dynasty, Zhao Yi, Tendon Transformation Greater Completion!" His voice boomed, surveying his surroundings with arrogance and disdain. "Next, who will come to die?"

Behind Qin Rushuang, only one Seed Class student remained. His face was ashen, he gritted his teeth, and leaped onto the arena.

Zhao Yi looked at his opponent and sneered, "Tendon Transformation Lesser Completion? Ha, it seems your Great Xia Martial Arts Academy really has no one left!"

These extremely insulting words instantly ignited the fury of all the Great Xia students in the audience!

"You bastard! That's outrageous!"

"Senior brother! Teach him a lesson!"

Smash his mouth!

The Great Xia student was so angry that he trembled all over, roared, and launched the first attack!

However, the gap in their levels of understanding is an insurmountable chasm.

Despite facing his opponent's fierce attacks, Zhao Yi didn't even move an inch! He simply swung his arms casually, each strike precisely dismantling the opponent's offensive with complete ease!

After a few rounds, Zhao Yi seemed to lose patience. A cold glint One Flash in his eyes, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other's wrist, twisting it forcefully!

"Snap!" A crisp sound!

The Great Xia student let out a painful groan, his arm twisted at an odd angle, as Zhao Yi flung him away like trash, sending him crashing heavily off the stage, completely incapacitated!

Clean and efficient! Even with a hint of cruelty!

Zhao Yi stood on the arena, dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, and surveyed the entire arena with an arrogant gaze, his arrogance reaching its peak. "Who else? Is this all the Great Xia Martial Arts Academy is capable of? Truly disappointing!"

The entire arena fell silent! This time, it was utter despair! Three battles, three defeats! And each defeat was more devastating than the last!

The student who was thrown off the stage and broke his arm was filled with shame and rage, almost grinding his teeth to powder! He was unwilling! He was unwilling to let the Great Xia Martial Arts Academy be so thoroughly humiliated!

Just then, he suddenly raised his head and roared with all his might, "You... you Great Yan Dynasty still have one person who hasn't come up yet?! He must be the weakest among you! Otherwise, why has he been hiding in the back?! If you have the guts, let him come up! I... I can still fight! I can definitely beat him!"

Although these words were a desperate attempt to provoke a sense of despair, they also ignited the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of some of the trainees in the audience.

"Yes! There's still one person who hasn't gone up yet!"

"Maybe that person is just a show-off!"

"Let him come up and give it a try!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Bufan and the others couldn't help but burst out laughing, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Wang Xijing, who had been silent all along, slowly raised his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips. He took a step forward, and an aura as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, far surpassing that of anyone before him, was suddenly released!

That aura, calm and refined, carried an indescribable sense of oppression, instantly enveloping the entire training ground!

"I am Wang Xijing, at the Marrow Cleansing Realm." His voice was calm, yet it resonated like thunder in everyone's ears!

Boom!

The entire audience was stunned!

The three Great Xia students who had just been defeated turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with utter despair!

Marrow Cleansing Realm! It's actually the Marrow Cleansing Realm! And the opponent's aura is so refined, they're definitely not a beginner!

How are we supposed to fight like this?!

Wang Xijing unleashed the powerful aura of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, like an invisible hammer, slamming into the hearts of every Great Xia student. His gaze swept over the student with the broken arm, still unwilling to accept defeat, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "With your meager cultivation, you dare to fight me? Even if I stood still and let you hit me, you couldn't possibly harm me in the slightest! You're simply humiliating yourselves!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts. The audience fell silent; everyone lowered their heads, clenched their fists, but no one dared to utter a word in rebuttal. Faced with such an absolute disparity in strength, any anger or resentment seemed utterly pale and powerless.

"Let's end our exchange here for today." Wang Xijing seemed to feel there was no point in staying any longer, and said this indifferently before turning and leaving with the people of the Great Yan Dynasty, leaving behind a proud and invincible figure.

The oppressive atmosphere seemed to ease slightly once the people from the Great Yan Dynasty left. The three Seed Class students who had just suffered a crushing defeat were now pale-faced and had dull eyes, as if all their energy had been drained away.

Humiliation, despair, resentment... all sorts of negative emotions gnawed at their hearts like venomous snakes.

One of them was the first to succumb to the immense pressure, her voice trembling as she said to Qin Rushuang, "Teacher Qin... I... I feel I don't deserve to be in the Seed Class... I... I want to quit..."

His words seemed to flip a switch, and the other two lowered their heads, stammering out the same meaning. They had once been the pride of heaven, admired by all, but today's crushing defeat had completely shattered their pride and confidence.

Looking at the three dejected young people before her, Qin Rushuang's clear, cold eyes flashed with a hint of weariness and disappointment, which ultimately turned into a soft sigh.

This sigh, however, struck the three like a thunderclap, making them tremble and lower their heads even further, as if they had lost even the courage to face Qin Rushuang.

"I agree." Qin Rushuang's voice remained cold and indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger. "Go."

Having received permission, the three felt as if they had been granted a pardon. As if they didn't want to stay there for another second, they helped each other up and fled the training ground in a panic.

The students watching from the surrounding area shook their heads and sighed, and dispersed in twos and threes, quickly making the training ground deserted.

Qin Rushuang stood alone before the empty arena, gazing at the distant horizon, a rare hint of confusion in her eyes. 'Returning to this Great Xia, perhaps... it really was a mistake,' she murmured to herself. 'The person I've been waiting for has never appeared. Now, we can't even gather a suitable candidate to represent the Martial Dao Academy in the ' Battle of the Python Gate '...'

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside her. She shook her head, as if trying to shake off these chaotic thoughts, and turned to leave this place that had left her so disappointed.

Just then, a figure blocked her way.

It is the Dongfang Yueming.

He looked at Qin Rushuang, his eyes calm yet with a hint of determination, and said, "Teacher Qin, I want to join the Seed Class."