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Chapter 92 - 92 71 The Battle of the Top Eight

92: Chapter 71: The Battle of the Top Eight 92: Chapter 71: The Battle of the Top Eight Watching Chu Qiuhe defeated by Zhang Yu, Qian Shen exclaimed, “Zhang Yu won.”

Zhao Tianxing had also been observing the match the entire time, yet he couldn’t quite understand, asking in puzzlement, “How did he suddenly win?

It seemed like Zhang Yu was being dominated the whole time.”

Qian Shen said thoughtfully, “Although Zhang Yu was under constant pressure, thinking carefully…

he actually blocked almost all of Chu Qiuhe’s attacks.”

“On the contrary, Chu Qiuhe relied on his strong physique and had almost no defense.”

Qian Shen said somewhat uncertainly, “Then it seemed like Zhang Yu hit a vital point?”

With a sigh, he remarked, “I heard that in the past, college entrance exams were purely about battling, but there are too many random factors in fights.

You can’t rely solely on combat to select the best talents, so it gradually evolved into the current six-subject 700-point system.”

He Dayou said gleefully, “With Chu Qiuhe losing this match, he’s done for at White Dragon High School.”

Zhao Tianxing said, “It’s just one loss.

Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?”

He Dayou: “What if you lost to an ordinary high school?”

Zhao Tianxing immediately frowned, “What do ordinary high school students know about cultivation?

Could I lose to them?”

He Dayou said blandly, “What if you did lose?”

The sky falling, the disgrace of Songyang, the humiliation of the entire school, standing on the rooftop…

Zhao Tianxing just imagining it felt a shadow of doom.

Seeing his expression change, He Dayou chuckled, “So you get it now?”

But immediately afterward, he saw Zhang Yu walking off the stage and couldn’t help but frown again.

While Chu Qiuhe’s loss secretly delighted him, Zhang Yu’s victory also pained him.

…

Meanwhile, in another arena.

The fainted Chu Qiuhe was being carried back to the preparation area of White Dragon High School.

The competition coach glanced over but did not rush to wake Chu Qiuhe for a round of humiliation.

After all, only Chu Qiuhe had returned, and the other competitors were still continuing their matches on the stage.

Clearly, he intended to wait for everyone to return, then have Chu Qiuhe kneel in front of all the students for a severe humiliation.

“He actually lost to someone from Songyang High School.”

Just thinking about it made the competition coach inwardly frustrated—his bonuses, performances, all at stake, not to mention possible ridicule from other teachers and reprimands from school leaders…

As the competition coach thought about these things, another White Dragon student was suddenly carried over.

The competition coach looked at the stretchered student, frowning, “What’s your situation?”

The student’s face was pale, stammering, “I won against someone from Purple Cloud, Bai Zhenzhen from Songyang High School defeated Hu Yuntao, and then she fought me…

I lost to her.”

Just after saying this, he felt as if the surrounding temperature plummeted by ten degrees, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

The competition coach asked coldly, “How did you lose?”

The student looked down and said, “That Bai Zhenzhen rented a stealth-type spirit root, able to flicker in and out of my perception.”

The competition coach said coldly, “Her scores are much lower than yours, even with a surprise attack, it should be hard for her to beat you.”

The student’s eyes also revealed a moment of confusion, “I…

I don’t know, she suddenly hit a vital point, and I inexplicably fainted.”

And on another stretcher, Chu Qiuhe, who had already woken up but pretended to be unconscious, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking, “Thankfully, I’m not the only one who lost.”

At this moment, a sudden thought emerged in Chu Qiuhe’s mind.

“Zhang Yu…

you better damn well win a few more matches for me!”

“It’s best if you win a few more against White Dragon High School people.”

As long as Zhang Yu won enough, Chu Qiuhe felt his own loss wouldn’t seem so bad.

As for the victory or defeat of his other classmates?

A classmate’s victory can’t be written on Chu Qiuhe’s resume, but a classmate’s defeat could protect Chu Qiuhe’s reputation.

Meanwhile, the battles on the other stages were nearing their conclusions.

On the platform, Song Halong roared, grabbed his opponent, and with terrifying force suddenly erupted, throwing him like a ball, smashing into the ceiling over ten meters high with a loud crash, shocking everyone present.

The White Dragon people in the audience erupted into applause, which only stopped when Song Halong raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

On another platform, Le Mulan pointed with her delicate fingers, and streaks of icy blue mana shot at her opponent three meters away like swords, carving marks.

No matter how desperately her opponent resisted, they were perpetually intercepted by these streaks of icy blue sword light, not even a drop of splattered blood could get within three meters of Le Mulan.

Watching her opponent faint from excessive blood loss, Le Mulan turned and slowly walked off the platform.

The Purple Cloud people in the audience were completely silent, not daring to make a sound, but the cheering from the White Dragon people for Song Halong made Le Mulan frown secretly.

“So noisy.”

In the blink of an eye, winners for the eight groups were quickly decided, thus determining the eight finalists of this Martial Arts competition.

Apart from Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, Song Halong, and Le Mulan, the other finalists included Lian Tianji, two students from Red Tower High School, and another student from White Dragon High School.

Zhang Yu looked at the schedule for the next matches of the final eight.

“My first match is against Lian Tianji, and then I have to face the winner between Song Halong and another Red Tower student.”

According to Zhang Yu’s judgment, that Red Tower student likely stood no chance against Song Halong.

Therefore, to have a shot at the championship, Zhang Yu had to first defeat Lian Tianji and then defeat Song Halong.

“But in comparison, Azhen’s side is even tougher.”

Zhang Yu glanced at the lower bracket; Bai Zhenzhen needed to first beat the top scorer of Red Tower High School at 300 points, then surpass Purple Cloud High School’s Le Mulan, to meet him in the finals to contend for the championship.

There was little time for Zhang Yu to reflect as the quarterfinals began immediately.

The arena platforms were reduced from eight to four.

Zhang Yu stepped onto the platform, seeing Lian Tianji was already waiting.

Upon seeing Zhang Yu, Lian Tianji’s eyes brightened and he said, “Zhang Yu, I watched your recent fight replay; it was truly an excellent battle.”

“Being able to use techniques to suppress an opponent who surpasses you in strength, speed, and stamina shows your understanding of martial arts surpasses mine.”

“However, real combat is never about comparing only one dimension.”

Saying this, he brought his backpack to the front, “And out of respect for you, I will now fight you with all my strength.”

After speaking, Lian Tianji reached into his backpack, pulling out a bottle of medicine to drink.

Watching him get ready to drink the medicine, Zhang Yu felt already accustomed.

In Songyang City, this is just how things are—this is the full effort of us high-schoolers!

But at this moment, the referee stepped in, actually preventing Lian Tianji from drinking the medicine.

This surprised Zhang Yu—was the competition banning drugs?

Is this still Kunxu?

However, after checking Lian Tianji’s backpack and confirming the substances were compliant, the referee said, “No problem, go on.”

Therefore, Lian Tianji first drank a bottle, then took several capsules, and began injecting himself with a syringe in his arm.

And as the drugs entered, Lian Tianji’s body underwent noticeable changes.

Muscles subtly expanded, veins faintly breaking out on the skin surface, breathing growing heavier and deeper…

Watching the other side’s increasing drug intake, Zhang Yu was speechless.

For god’s sake…

Could you stop respecting me and just underestimate me or look down on me?

Then Zhang Yu gradually noticed something odd.

For while Lian Tianji was taking drugs, he was also muttering to a side.

“I’ve been using this combat stimulant for three months already, the effects are really good, it quickly unleashes muscle potential and suppresses pain…”

Seeing another Purple Cloud person filming Lian Tianji with a phone, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but ask, “Are you filming an advertisement?”

Lian Tianji said, “I often share and stream my daily studies and cultivation online.

I’m also recommending some reliable and effective combat medications to my fans this time.”

Then he added, “Zhang Yu, don’t be dismissive of this.”

“The long path of cultivation, learning to make money and having the ability to earn is very important.”

“As they say, ‘A path through the book mountain, money as the path; an endless ocean of learning, wealth as the boat,’ one who just spends but doesn’t learn to make money won’t go far on the cultivation path.”

Zhang Yu turned to the referee and asked, “Can we start?”

The referee glanced at him, “You want to start before he finishes his medication?

Isn’t that an unfair win?”

I, for god’s sake…

Zhang Yu surrendered, “Alright, alright, let’s just fight.”

A moment later.

“Sorry for the wait.” Lian Tianji cupped his hands towards Zhang Yu, “Let’s…begin.”

Along with the referee’s countdown of 3, 2, 1, the two shot out simultaneously, colliding with a booming crash.

Each clash between Lian Tianji’s fists and Zhang Yu’s Formless Cloud Gang resounded fiercely.

Zhang Yu could feel the explosive power contained within the opponent’s fists.

As soon as it touched his gang qi, it exploded, causing his Formless Cloud Gang to scatter, forcing him to continuously replenish with mana.

This was the expert level skill Lian Tianji practiced—the Blast Wave Fist!

Level 3 propulsion!

This technique, learned from the explosion of dynamite and airflow shockwaves, unleashed special magic power known as explosive fist power, which explosively enhanced the force released, making it hard to defend against and difficult to manipulate.

Lian Tianji secretly thought, “Limitless Cloud Hand excels at using Formless Cloud Gang to counter force with force.”

“But my Blast Wave Fist is explosive force; Formless Cloud Gang can’t redirect it, rather it gets constantly scattered.”

“Zhang Yu’s strength isn’t as strong as mine, his mana isn’t as ample, surely he won’t hold out much longer.”

Theoretically, it should be like this.

Yet, Lian Tianji was surprised to realize that Zhang Yu was not only blocking his moves in the nick of time but was gradually channeling his explosive fist power to use against him.

Zhang Yu was precisely using the Undying Seal Technique to redirect and relocate Lian Tianji’s mana.

“He can redirect my fist power?

This shows he not only excels at Limitless Cloud Hand but has mastery in another profound martial art that can redirect force with mana.”

Thinking this, Lian Tianji laughed heartily, “Zhang Yu, you truly haven’t disappointed me.”

Just then, a Purple Cloud person from below the stage said, “Master Lian, the sponsor said if you don’t finish your opponent in a minute, they’ll deduct your payment.”

Lian Tianji’s face turned dark, saying, “I got it.”

Zhang Yu felt the opponent suddenly become serious, his smile fading, a hint of killing intent even flickered in his eyes.

At the same time, the spirit machine in the air began to churn.

Zhang Yu’s gaze shifted, did Lian Tianji bring a combat spirit root to compete?