Defeating Liao Siyuan

Not long after Director Li and the others arrived, Zuo Tianchang and the other senior-year homeroom teachers finally reached the scene.

Hearing Director Li's instructions, Zuo Tianchang agreed.

Beside him, the homeroom teacher of senior Class 1 moved his lips, but left his words unsaid.

The displeasure on his face was plain for anyone to see.

"Ning Yue, Wang Xueqing, Zhao Hu, step forward first."

Zuo Tianchang glanced around and saw that only three of the top ten were present.

Liao Dong and Gan Xiaomei from Class 7 were absent.

He was worried that the students from the other classes might not be strong enough, and hesitation showed on his face.

"Teach, the three of us are enough. We don't need anyone else."

Ning Yue looked completely confident.

Zuo Tianchang looked over and saw Wang Xueqing nodding along, her eyes brimming with confidence.

Zhao Hu hesitated for a moment but said nothing.

He wasn't very familiar with Ning Yue. In his eyes, every one of the Ten Heroes of Huaqing was stronger than him, and he couldn't defeat a single one of them.

With two more helpers, he would have a better chance.

"Let's have two more people. This is an elimination match, after all, and it won't end until everyone on one side is down."

Zuo Tianchang then called over two more familiar-looking students who ranked in the school's top twenty to compete alongside Ning Yue and the other two.

"Reporting in. The team has been selected."

Director Li glanced at the group and nodded.

He was satisfied with Zuo Tianchang's approach. He had selected the strongest students present.

Still, there was one thing he wasn't satisfied with.

Zuo Tianchang was too inflexible. If there weren't any stronger students present, he could have looked for them at school. If they weren't at school, he could have called them over.

There was no point bringing it up now.

"You've all heard the rules of the match, so decide your own order of appearance."

Director Li addressed Ning Yue and the others.

In his eyes, a match like this was a minor matter. If it weren't for Xinyuan Martial Arts High School's honor being at stake, he wouldn't have wanted to bother with such trifles.

"Senior brothers and senior sister, you decide. The two of us will follow your arrangements."

The two students in the top twenty exchanged a glance and made their decision.

"You two can decide. I'm fine with anything."

Zhao Hu spoke up next.

"Brother Yue, you should be captain. I've never handled anything like this before," Wang Xueqing said, looking at Ning Yue.

And so Ning Yue became captain of the five-person team.

"All right, if you're all listening to me, I'll make the arrangements."

Ning Yue looked at them, a mischievous smile curling his lips.

I hope you can accept what I have planned.

"My arrangement is..." As he spoke, Ning Yue stepped out and broke into a run. "You can just watch. Leave the hard work of beating people up to me."

In a flash, Ning Yue leaped back onto the arena.

Ning Yue had climbed into the arena not only because he wanted to beat up the people from Huaqing City, but for another reason as well.

During the last ferocious beast riot, whether he had faced the Beast God Cult's deer-headed cultist or the ferocious beasts, he had suffered from the same shortcoming: a lack of practical combat experience.

As a result, he had been unable to bring his full strength to bear and could only fight like a brute, risking his life.

This time, he had finally seized an opportunity to gain practical combat experience without risking his life. Of course he had to hold on to it.

Besides, after his last life simulation, he also wanted to know how strong he was now.

"This..."

The four people left behind stared at one another.

"All right, there's nothing for us to do. Let's find somewhere to rest."

Wang Xueqing looked helpless.

"Is Ning Yue really that strong? We should stay here and go up after he loses."

Zhao Hu was skeptical. His impression of Ning Yue was still rooted in the last simulation, when Ning Yue had been only a qi and blood martial artist. If not for good luck, there was no way he could have taken first place in the school.

"All right, suit yourself."

Seeing that none of the three had moved and were waiting for Ning Yue to lose, Wang Xueqing didn't bother explaining. She found a spot to rest and sat down to watch the show.

You three boys don't have the slightest idea how strong Ning Yue is.

"What's going on? Why is Ning Yue fighting in the first round?"

On the other side of the arena, the five selected fighters from Huaqing City were puzzled to see Ning Yue step forward.

"What else could it be? Ning Yue must be the weakest of the five from Xinyuan City."

Liao Siyuan looked unconcerned.

"Really? I have a feeling something's not right."

Yang Yifei pondered for a moment.

Ning Yue had ranked first in the last mock exam. Even if he had only been a qi and blood martial artist, he couldn't have been the weakest. Besides, so many days had passed that it was only natural for him to have broken through to the First-Rank Realm, and he could only be stronger now.

"Yifei, you don't believe me? Let me expose his true, phony face, and then you will."

"All right, go ahead."

Yang Yifei nodded, agreeing to Liao Siyuan's request. If Ning Yue really was plotting something, it would show in the fight.

It would be best if there was nothing, but it didn't matter if there was.

Losing the fourth-ranked Liao Siyuan in exchange for taking down Ning Yue, Xinyuan High School's number one, wouldn't be a loss.

Liao Siyuan was delighted to receive his approval.

"Pretty boy, I'll fight you!"

Liao Siyuan was usually refined and courteous, but he fought like a savage. Carrying a massive axe over two meters long, he let out a furious roar.

He charged forward without taking the usual route. Leaning forward, he jumped with both feet and shot out like an arrow loosed from a bow, landing directly atop the arena, which stood over three meters high.

The arena was circular, a hundred meters in diameter, with railings around its edges. Forged entirely from alloy, it was clearly an alloy machine.

Liao Siyuan didn't pause after landing in the arena. He charged straight at Ning Yue.

"Axe of the Gale!"

As he drew near, he brought his massive axe slashing down. A fierce wind sprang up, tearing through the air and sending it rolling to either side.

"Bring it on!"

Ning Yue activated his indestructible vajra physique. His entire body shone a brilliant red-gold, his muscles bulged, and the contours of sixteen abdominal muscles showed beneath his clothes. He looked a whole size bigger, brimming with power.

"What kind of spirit physique is that? He's so handsome, I can't take it!"

Below the arena, Yang Zihan gave a high-pitched cry. Her face was bright red, and she looked shy and timid, as though she had just seen her first love.

"Yang Zihan, have some restraint."

Seeing this, Yang Yifei spoke softly.

Then he put some distance between them, acting as though he didn't know her.

Suddenly, Ning Yue stopped activating his Indestructible Golden Body Physique, and his body returned to normal.

The sight surprised everyone.

Even Director Li and the other teachers looked startled.

None of them knew what Ning Yue was doing, or why he had suddenly deactivated his spirit physique.

Seeing that Ning Yue possessed a spirit physique had already been surprising.

Seeing him stop using it was even more surprising.

Brother, you're in a fight. Don't mess around.

Only Ning Yue knew what was happening to him. After activating his spirit physique, he had found his mind incomparably clear, with everything within ten meters appearing in his mind.

Facing Liao Siyuan's attack,

Ning Yue had a feeling that even without activating his spirit physique, he could easily defeat him.

At the same time, he understood that his cheat was at work. The power of a Martial Dao Myth was no empty boast.

Why not give it a try?

With that thought, Ning Yue deactivated his spirit physique. By then, Liao Siyuan's attack was already upon him.

I can dodge his attack in 0.001 seconds.

That response appeared in Ning Yue's mind.

Of course, he didn't do that.

Instead, he tilted his head and easily dodged Liao Siyuan's attack. Before Liao Siyuan could react, Ning Yue clenched both fists and drove them out like hammers.

"Eighteen Hammer Strikes of Hating Heaven for Having No Handle and Earth for Having No Ring!"

He executed the technique naturally, as though his body were reacting on instinct. The hammer technique grew greatly in power, its attack power increased without limit, and his hammer blows struck Liao Siyuan's chest.

Bang!

Liao Siyuan was sent flying more than ten meters, falling off the arena the same way he had come.