Charging into the Finals

Ning Yue took a careful look at his opponent. He was a student Ning Yue didn't recognize, probably a junior in his second year.

The second-year student opposite him realized he had been randomly matched against a third-year senior.

At first, he was startled. I can't be going out in the first round, can I?

He took a closer look. His opponent seemed familiar, like someone famous in the third year.

Then he drew in a breath of cold air.

He relaxed.

It was Ning Yue, the second-worst student in the third year.

He thought, Today, I'll cut down a third-year senior against the odds.

With his blood surging, he no longer felt cold at all, even amid the ice and snow.

He stared fixedly at Ning Yue, an invincible aura seeming to surround him.

Battle preparation.

Rows of weapon racks appeared before them. They only had to say which weapons they wanted, and they would receive them.

Ning Yue chose a saber.

The second-year student, for reasons unknown, chose a two-meter-long spiked club.

The weapon racks vanished.

A huge number "10" appeared between them.

At this point, a ten-second countdown to the start of the battle began.

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The moment the countdown ended.

The second-year student charged at Ning Yue through the flying snow, his robes fluttering. Excitement and cruelty showed on his face as he roared, "Watch me..."

"Ninefold Thunder Saber."

When Ning Yue saw his opponent charge up to him with the spiked club still on his shoulder, he slashed straight at him.

At the same time, he wanted to test the power of the Ninefold Thunder Saber.

With the ninefold boost from the Ninefold Thunder Saber, the power of Ning Yue's 80 vitality points was on another level.

Before the second-year student could react, the saber sliced through the air and struck him, cutting him cleanly in two.

"Smash..."

Only then did the second-year student roar out the third word.

Then, after giving Ning Yue a look of disbelief, he turned into a streak of light and disappeared.

[Battle over. Ning Yue wins.]

When the battle ended, Ning Yue returned to the waiting room.

"Based on my experience from the last battle, after a victory, there should be a five-minute break before the second round begins."

Ning Yue had nothing else to do in the waiting room, and since he was idle anyway,

he recalled the battle he had just fought, hoping to find anything he had done wrong so he could avoid making mistakes in his next battle.

Experience was accumulated bit by bit.

"The enemy was too weak. There wasn't any experience to learn from it."

Next time, he would hone his combat experience properly instead of ending the fight so quickly.

He opened his status panel.

Name: Ning Yue

Physique: Iron Yang Physique

Realm: none, vitality (80 points)

Techniques: Basic Body Tempering Formula (major accomplishment), Ninefold Thunder Saber (first level), Bitter Bamboo Scripture (first three levels, status: sealed)

Special: Bitter Bamboo Scripture Cultivation Experience Crystal (First-Rank Realm-god-grade)

Inventory: Jade Blood Saber

Simulation attempts: 0

By cultivating the Bitter Bamboo Scripture, he would reach 100 vitality points in another two days. Then he could attempt to break through to the First-Rank Realm of martial arts.

However, he had heard that 100 vitality points were only the most basic requirement for breaking through to the First-Rank Realm.

Those geniuses all had more than 100 vitality points when they broke through.

Ning Yue had also heard rumors that Wang Xueqing, who ranked first, had far exceeded the basic requirement of 100 vitality points when she broke through to the First-Rank Realm.

He didn't know exactly how many more points she had. He had found that information in the original owner's memories.

Having made his decision, Ning Yue fought his enemies slowly in the battles that followed, no matter what mode he was randomly assigned, accumulating combat experience.

As time passed, Ning Yue's combat experience shot straight up.

If he had been a one before, he was a three now.

As his combat experience grew richer, his combat strength grew stronger, and he learned how to deal the greatest damage with the smallest amount of force against different opponents.

That was combat experience, combat instinct.

[Battle over. Ning Yue wins.]

[Congratulations on winning twenty battles in a row and advancing to the school-wide finals.]

Ning Yue had just returned to the waiting room when a voice sounded in his ear.

He had already won twenty battles in a row.

By that count, he had been fighting nonstop for five hours, yet he didn't feel tired at all. He was still full of energy.