25: Chapter 25 Qi Yang's Pride

"Shen Xingchen wins!"

As the referee's voice fell, the match officially came to an end.

Although the first match wasn't particularly exciting, the underlying tension was palpable.

The spectators thoroughly enjoyed it.

Many people couldn't wait to see Shen Xingchen go up against Wen Heng.

In the resting area of Wudao No. 1 High School.

A student who had just been promoted to Tier 2 asked Qi Yang, "What do you think of that S-rank's strength?"

Although Shen Xingchen only threw one punch just now, the power he displayed was still quite astonishing.

Qi Yang coldly glanced at that person. "With that level of defense, he actually paused in front of the fifth-layer light shield. This S-rank really has no strength to speak of!"

Although Shen Xingchen was only blocked by the fifth-layer light shield for a split second, to geniuses like them, it was still very obvious.

In his view, to have such a performance when facing a Tier 1 contestant meant he was weak!

If it were him—

During the first strike, that Wen Zhi would have been knocked off the arena due to a defense collapse. Why would a second strike even be needed?

That classmate understood.

As expected, it was just his own lack of experience. Aside from the freak who was ranked first in their grade, probably no one else could suppress a freak like Qi Yang!

"Terrifying!" muttered the Tier 2 classmate from No. 1 High School.

He Yan smiled and said, "I hope that fellow surnamed Shen doesn't fall into Wen Heng's hands; that would be a bit boring!"

They also felt that an S-rank was a very novel thing.

Qi Yang also smiled and said, "If Wen Heng can overpower him, then he's a total piece of trash!"

On the command platform.

Section Chief Wang Hao of the Education Bureau silently noted Shen Xingchen's performance in his heart.

Up to now, Shen Xingchen's performance was not bad, but his opponents were simply too weak to glimpse his full picture.

Shen Xingchen walked down the arena calmly.

He didn't feel much about inexplicably gaining a mortal enemy.

Principal Chen Lingjun looked at Shen Xingchen with satisfaction.

Shen Xingchen was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and his strength was formidable. The more Principal Chen Lingjun looked at him, the more satisfied he became.

Soon.

The second round of matches began.

The lottery results.

Qi Yang versus Beiming Xue.

When this result came out, there was an uproar off the stage.

No one expected that the top person of Wudao No. 2 High School and the top figure of Wudao No. 1 High School would encounter each other so early.

A trace of a smile appeared on the corner of Qi Yang's mouth.

He could finally show off in front of the audience, and by the way, let that S-rank take a good look at the gap between them!

He walked onto the arena with a smile on his face.

On the opposite side of the arena, no emotion could be seen from Beiming Xue's expression.

Qi Yang smiled and said, "I'm not someone who goes easy on women, so I hope you don't harbor any illusions of luck for this match!"

Beiming Xue still appeared extremely calm, holding her sword in one hand with a focused gaze.

This was actually her combat style: under any conditions, she had to maintain absolute rationality.

Only then could she make the most reasonable counterattack when facing opponents.

Qi Yang's tier was a full three realms higher than hers; even a genius like her felt facing tremendous pressure.

Seeing Beiming Xue's cautious look, Qi Yang smiled and said, "Have you ever heard a saying? In the face of absolute strength, any technique is just decoration."

With that said.

His body suddenly surged forward, and a wave of blood Qi began to permeate.

Qi Yang's aura began to skyrocket. His body started to grow taller, ripping his clothes and revealing strong and powerful muscles.

That was his A-rank Talent Divine Ability—Blood Explosion!

After his Talent Divine Ability was activated, his physical strength would double completely.

He naturally enjoyed pure physical collisions; using pure strength to crush enemies was a very exhilarating thing.

The strength of Tier 2 Level 4 erupted fully.

Senluo Fist Print!

On his fists, layers of blood-red imprints emerged. This was his proud martial skill, a Mysterious-tier intermediate martial skill!

It took him only three years to cultivate this Mysterious-tier martial skill to the grand completion stage, which was a sensational matter throughout the entire academy.

It could be said that he displayed all his strength right from the start.

He wanted to shock everyone present, especially that audacious S-rank!

Beiming Xue raised her brow slightly, knowing this was a lethal move that could not be neglected.

When Qi Yang rushed in front of her, she decisively chose Spatial Shift.

This was her Talent Divine Ability, also A-rank.

Spatial Shift could change her own position in a small range.

This allowed her to choose more flexible tactics when facing enemies stronger than herself.

In front of Beiming Xue, a spatial rift appeared. Beiming Xue's body entered the rift, and in just a split second, she appeared on the other side of the arena.

Qi Yang sneered, "Useless!"

His body turned into a blur, and in a flash, he arrived at the location where Beiming Xue had shifted.

This arena was only this big; for him, it took only a breath of time. Where could Beiming Xue hide?

Beiming Xue knew the power of Qi Yang's [Senluo Fist Print] and dared not take it head-on, so she decisively shifted again.

Just like that.

Two figures—one constantly flashing through space, the other tracing blood-red afterimages across the arena.

After a few rounds.

Beiming Xue began to feel strained.

The consumption of Spatial Shift was definitely greater than Qi Yang's rushing consumption, but the space was too small, and she had no way to pull away a long distance.

Finally, after a Spatial Shift.

Beiming Xue chose to meet the enemy head-on!

Her long sword abruptly raised—it was also a Mysterious-tier martial skill.

Qi Yang let out a cold snort, "Courting death!"

He could see that Beiming Xue's swordsmanship skill was only at the minor success stage, and her tier was three levels lower than his.

It was simply like throwing an egg against a rock.

Is this the top figure of No. 2 High School?

Then this Six Academies Grand Competition is truly boring!

No wonder Bai Chenyue couldn't be bothered to participate!

Qi Yang's fist wind had already arrived, colliding with Beiming Xue's long sword.

Boom——

Physical body confronting weapon.

Beiming Xue's long sword shattered inch by inch.

She could no longer maintain her calmness and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Not letting up, Qi Yang chased after her with another punch. Beiming Xue's body flew backward like a kite with a snapped string.

With a swish, she flew backward.

The crowd was shocked.

"This Qi Yang is truly a proud son of heaven from No. 1 High School. It feels like No. 1 High School's strength this year has a generational gap compared to other middle schools!"

"Even an S-rank wouldn't be able to achieve this level of strength, right?"

"Qi Yang's fist martial skill has already reached grand completion, and his cultivation method should also be very profound—it might even be Earth-tier..."

"The champion of this session will probably be none other than No. 1 High School..."

After witnessing Qi Yang's strength, many participating contestants were already disheartened.

Qi Yang's mouth curved slightly upward.

He liked the adulation of the crowd, which gave his vanity a great deal of satisfaction.

He hoped that on his martial arts path, there would be the fear of enemies, the admiration of the weak, and the adulation and pursuit of countless spectators!

Qi Yang raised his fist high, looked at his girl, heavily beat his chest, and was full of pride.

At the corresponding location.

The girl named He Yan looked at Qi Yang with star-struck eyes; her boyfriend was simply that dazzling!

As for that girl from No. 2 High School, she couldn't care less!

The weak deserved to be brutally bullied by the strong!

She hoped that Qi Yang could trample all the way through like this until he met her in the finals.

And then she would proactively choose to concede... and hand the championship over to him!

Only then would it be romantic enough!