Growing 10000 kilograms every day, I evolved into a mythical beast-Chapter 267 - 138: The Storm of the Competition_3

The momentum of a Ninth Grade Expert alone is enough to shake this heaven and earth.

Just like that red-haired man, with a single thought, he can make the temperature of the world sharply rise; such Divine Skills are simply akin to the powers of an Immortal God!

At this moment, Kui Mu on the stage spoke up, "Since everyone is here, let the competition begin."

Wu Qingshan nodded, immediately stood out, and said loudly, "The competition between the two departments will proceed in an elimination format, with the final results based on both the winner and the number of victories from each side."

"In each round, opponents will be chosen by drawing lots!"

The rules of the competition are quite simple.

It’s not just about who captures the final championship to claim team victory.

But rather, it’s about the combined number of victories of all team members.

Of course, if one can seize the championship, the weighting in the final scores would be quite significant too.

After Wu Qingshan finished speaking, he didn’t waste any more words, loudly announcing, "I declare, the preliminary First Grade match between the two departments starts now!"

"First Grade Realm teams from both sides, step onto the stage!"

As his words fell, Xu Zhou and Wan Changkong led their respective teams onto the stage.

Soon, twenty people were standing on the ring.

With a wave of his great hand, Wu Qingshan sent two black iron boxes flying onto the stage.

"Both sides proceed with drawing lots!"

Xu Zhou and Wan Changkong simultaneously stepped up, reaching their hands into the iron box, and moments later, they each pulled out an iron lot.

"Number 2?" Xu Zhou glanced at his lot, understanding in his heart.

Soon, the others also stepped up one by one, and the drawing of lots was completed.

In the Divine Martial Department team.

Chen Ke’er glanced at Lin Xue, "What number did you get?"

"Number two." Lin Xue replied in a crisp, cool voice.

Chen Ke’er exclaimed in surprise, "I just saw, Xu Zhou seems to be number 2 as well!"

Lin Xue’s gaze shifted slightly as she glanced at Xu Zhou in the distance.

"Are you confident?" Chen Ke’er asked with some concern.

After a moment of silence, Lin Xue said, "In the past two months, I’ve advanced my combat techniques greatly, and am one step closer to 160 apertures, so it won’t be as disastrous as last time."

Chen Ke’er said, "We have no grudge against Xu Zhou, don’t fight him to the death."

"Rest assured, I have it under control."

Lin Xue looked towards Xu Zhou, a ripple of emotion in her beautiful eyes like a millennia-old cold pool.

Having lost to Xu Zhou last time, she wasn’t willing to accept it.

In the past two months, she had been striving desperately to improve. She wondered if she could stand against Xu Zhou now...

...

With both teams having completed the drawing of lots.

Wu Qingshan wasted no words, coldly stating, "Both sides, number one players, step onto the stage, the rest step back!"

Xu Zhou and the others all stepped down from the ring.

As Xu Zhou looked towards the stage once more, he was stunned.

Standing on the stage were Zhou Yuan and Wan Changkong.

"Zhou Yuan, this guy, actually encountered Wan Changkong in the first match." Xu Zhou’s expression turned a bit odd.

Simultaneously, on stage, Zhou Yuan’s face also showed some displeasure.

"Damn it, what happened to the fair draw?"

Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, "Right at the start, I got drawn against a big boss, how am I supposed to fight?"

Opposite, Wan Changkong was eyeing him sharply.

"Three days ago, was the one blessed by the Emperor you?" he asked.

Zhou Yuan raised his head, though his heart was tense, his face remained unruffled.

At this moment, he snorted coldly, "Whether it was me or not, today, I will defeat you!"

"Arrogant."

Wan Changkong snorted coldly, still brooding over the Emperor’s blessing.

The First Grade peak, the Emperor’s blessing, it should have been his!

At this moment, the gaze he cast at Zhou Yuan was filled with implicit animosity, as he wanted to prove to everyone that he alone was worthy of the Emperor’s blessing!

...

"The match begins!"

At Wu Qingshan’s order.

The two on the ring sprang into action instantly.

"Boom!"

Inside Zhou Yuan’s body, 120 apertures lit up in succession, and a powerful momentum surged skyward.

"Kill!"

Accompanied by a roar of fury, he stepped forward in one stride, with an overwhelming momentum, raising a saber light that was fiercely cleaving toward Wan Changkong.

With this slash, the momentum reached its peak.

Zhou Yuan, upon attack, exerted his full strength, holding nothing back, displaying his most powerful mastery, the "Galaxy Saber"!

However, a hint of disappointment emerged in Wan Changkong’s eyes.

He drew his long sword and, without unleashing any techniques, simply swung it forth with a straightforward strike.

With a plain strike, he clashed against Zhou Yuan’s ultimate move!

Zhou Yuan’s eyes turned fierce, his entire Qi-Blood surged, intending to make Wan Changkong pay for underestimating him, wielding the saber in both hands, chopping down like a tiger descending the mountain.

"Boom!"

As the blade and sword collided, explosive Qi-Blood energy erupted.

Zhou Yuan’s momentum erupted to its limit, seemingly overwhelming Wan Changkong.

But in reality, Wan Changkong nonchalantly took this slash, and even had the spare power to punch forward.

A plain punch again!

Yet it carried an incredibly terrifying force of Qi-Blood.

Zhou Yuan’s face changed slightly, wanting to dodge, but due to being mid-air, it was already too late; the opponent’s speed surpassed his by too much!

With a loud boom, Wan Changkong’s punch landed on Zhou Yuan’s chest, with the sound of several bones fracturing.

"Pff!"

Zhou Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, yet did not retreat, instead bringing the long saber smashing forward once again.

Wan Changkong, while punching towards him, also exposed his own vulnerabilities. At this moment, Zhou Yuan, with all his might, aimed to exchange blows with Wan Changkong!

The saber light cleaved through the air!

A hint of mockery flashed in Wan Changkong’s eyes.

"Clang!"

Zhou Yuan’s slash landed on him, producing a metallic clang.

His face slightly changed, "Body Refinement Cultivation Technique?"

"Too weak, with just you, also worthy of the Emperor’s blessing? Seems it’s someone else."

Wan Changkong lightly mocked, in the next second, stabbed forward with his sword.

Squish!

Zhou Yuan’s chest was pierced!

With a kick, Zhou Yuan was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, spraying blood across the sky!

Shen Wanchen swiftly flew out to catch Zhou Yuan.

The entire arena fell silent!

Many students watched in amazement as Zhou Yuan flew out of the ring.

They knew Wan Changkong was strong, but didn’t expect him to be this strong!

From start to finish, Wan Changkong did not use any special moves, but with a simple sword stroke and punch, he vanquished Zhou Yuan!

Such power... even some third-year students turned pale!

...

In the spectator seats.

Wu Qingshan shook his head with a sigh, "This Wan Changkong, even practices Body Refinement martial arts, leaving Zhou Yuan with no chance at victory."

He could see, Zhou Yuan’s final slash aimed to exchange injury for injury.

Zhou Yuan’s strength was actually very strong.

If it were any genius from the Divine Martial Department with 150 apertures, they couldn’t avoid that slash.

But Wan Changkong, who also practices Body Refinement, had a physical strength so high, he remained unscathed!

At this moment, Wu Qingshan sighed inwardly.

Wan Changkong already had unparalleled strength, and on top of that, he also practiced Body Refinement, leaving him virtually without weakness!

It can only be said that Zhou Yuan lost without it being unfair.

The principal of the Imperial Martial Arts University, Zhong Qian, chuckled cheerfully, "Wan Changkong, this kid, has become even stronger, even I didn’t expect it."

Several other Eighth Grade Experts looking at him were speechless.

There was no helping it, after all, he was a student of the Imperial Martial Arts University!

Even the red-haired man nodded, "This Wan Changkong is indeed a promising talent, his probability of reaching high grades in the future is significant."

"However, his current strength already far exceeds the limits of the First Grade; does anyone in the True Martial Department have the ability to handle him?"

The red-haired man, Qi Huo, began to feel curious.

...

Wan Changkong stepped down from the stage, his gaze coldly sweeping over to Xu Zhou, carrying a hint of provocation.

As if to say that your fate will be the same as Zhou Yuan’s.

Below the stage, the First Grade team members of the True Martial Department all wore grim expressions.

The first match was a complete defeat!

Without a doubt, this battle’s impact on morale was massive.

Because they all knew that Zhou Yuan’s complete defeat wasn’t because he was too weak, but because the opponent was too strong!

Is there really anyone among them who can handle that Wan Changkong?

"Both sides number 2, take the stage!"

At this moment, Wu Qingshan’s voice rang out once more.

The matches between Martial Artists are like this, there is no intermission, it demands quick battles!

Not only because Martial Artists have very tight schedules, but also to cultivate the students’ sense of time.

When on the battlefield, every action must be done in split seconds!

As Wu Qingshan’s words fell.

In the crowd, Xu Zhou and Lin Xue simultaneously stepped onto the stage.