"Of course, youâre not his match."
Liao Ping nodded.
Liao Jiâs face was cold.
Would a word of comfort kill you?
Wang Lu Feng was also contemplating the gap between himself and Du Jingâs Book in his mind.
Although he had undergone Gold Bone Washing, the other person directly ranked.
But it had to be admitted, being a mid Second Grade really made him the absolute King among new students.
Wang Lu Feng calculated briefly.
Even if the top student this time was not Su Yue, but Du Jingâs Book, those challengers from the four major Wudas had no real chance.
Among these challengers, only Warring States Military Academy and Dongwu had two new students at Second Grade, the rest were First Grade.
They wouldnât win even in a round battle.
West Martial.
Truly calm and unafraid.
The eight challengers preparing to challenge West Martial all furrowed their brows.
They were challengers, so they pondered whether they could possibly defeat Du Jingâs Book.
The answer was quite sad.
If it was a match against the first four, the chances were extremely low.
If the fifth one went up, when the opponent was exhausted and Qi Blood depleted, there might be a slim chance.
So, they could only hope for the draw.
But the top student this time wasnât Du Jingâs Book, so these eight felt a bit lucky.
No Bone Washing, no Qi suppression!
Such Martial Artists willing to break through by all means were practically invincible in early stages.
Luckily.
Itâs heard that Su Yue had platinum bone visage, so his grade couldnât be too high.
...
The second round of matches at West Martial soon concluded.
The nine students who would go to Fuling Mountain were already determined.
Now, everyoneâs attention was entirely on the challengers.
Where is the top student?
All spectators across West Martial, even the school leaders of West Martial, looked at each other in bewilderment.
Half of the freshman gathering had already passed.
Yet Su Yue, the central figure, still hadnât appeared from start to finish.
What kind of trick was this?
Gong Lingâs palms were clenched white, what was Su Yue doing?
It wouldnât be anything unexpected, otherwise given his character, there was no reason not to participate in the freshman gathering.
In Gong Lingâs mind, Su Yue simply wouldnât lose to these people, even in a round battle.
She knew well how strong Su Yue was.
"This idiot, what the hell is he doing."
Wang Lu Feng also anxiously wanted to curse.
He also felt Su Yue wouldnât lose, but at least show up.
Where did he run off to?
Liao Ping, Liao Ji, and Zhou Yuncan were all so nervous for Su Yue that they were sweating all over.
Even if he lost, it wasnât fearful.
But donât avoid it.
The whole playground was focused on the podium.
Everyone was waiting for the vice principal to announce the draw.
The most exciting match was finally about to unfold.
Mu Cheng frowned.
Bai Xiaolong was anxious.
This guy Su Yue, was he really so unreliable?
Finally, the vice principal looked at Zhao Jiangtao.
Youâre the principal.
You approved the leave.
Now thereâs a dilemma, you should resolve it.
I canât suppress this.
In the history of West Martial, thereâs never been a top student asking for leave to avoid a battle.
"Dongwu Mengyang, heard you specifically came to challenge me this time.
"You and I also represent the student councils of West Martial and Dongwu, letâs have a match first."
Bai Xiaolong glanced at Mu Cheng, then sighed.
Su Yueâ
This is as much as I can help you.
No matter how important a matter you have, youâd better come back quickly.
Mu Cheng smiled bitterly: Thank you for your effort.
"Alright, since the student council president wants a spar, then letâs see their skills first."
The vice principal directly announced.
Delay it a little longer.
Though there was disappointment about not witnessing the round battle.
Being able to see a match between two student council presidents was enough to make peopleâs blood boil.
Bai Xiaolong.
Meng Yang.
Itâs said they both had high Fourth Grade power, and could break through to Fifth Grade anytime.
If there were no special incidents, theyâd certainly be ruthless graduates of Fifth Grade.
Rumble!
Meng Yang didnât bother with much talking; holding the competition-use Bladeless Knife, he directly slashed out a knife arc.
Bai Xiaolongâs weapon was a long spear.
Though a long knife was more efficient, Bai Xiaolong thought a spear appeared more heroic.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
Indeed, the battle between Fourth Grades was thrilling enough.
Compared to their earth-shaking battles, the previous West Martial duel was childâs play, lacking watchability.
"Alas, Bai Xiaolong ultimately lost."
After a brief scuffle, Mu Cheng lowered his head and slightly shook it.
Itâs rumored Meng Yang is a madman.
He has an almost obsessive dedication to combat strategy; reported by Dongwu students, Meng Yang practiced knife to the point of dislocating his arm countless times.
Thatâs truly the characteristic of a madman.
Due to Meng Yangâs presence, Dongwu students began to imitate him, leading a frenzied training atmosphere.
This is the influence of a student council president.
Meng Yang was not one of the gifted students.
His college entrance results werenât even at the top.
This was someone who clawed his way out by sheer determination.
The leaders of West Martial looked uncomfortable too.
They could see, Bai Xiaolong was about to lose.
No choice, Dongwu produced a Meng Yang, truly a madman.
Bai Xiaolongâs undefeated record of three years was ultimately to be broken.
"Winning or losing doesnât matter; knowing shame and being courageous afterward is not a bad thing."
As Bai Xiaolong was about to be defeated, Zhao Jiangtao calmly smiled.
"Principal, although itâs just student rivalry, Bai Xiaolongâs defeat isnât good news."
The vice principal looked unhappy.
"As Martial Artists, being too smooth isnât a good phenomenon.
"Once Bai Xiaolong finishes the match, announce the draw for them."
Zhao Jiangtao maintained his calm expression, slightly smiling, with a gentle demeanor.