Fantasy: I! Accept disciples and become stronger!

Chapter 232

Chapter 232. Luck? That’s not necessary!

On the field, the host looked calm and after announcing the result, he continued to draw out another Jade Talisman.

After several battles, it was finally Middle Saint Academy’s turn again.

West Star Academy’s Tenth Rank Mao Ting’an, against Xiao Hong, the Fifth Ranker of the Middle Saint Academy!

“Isn’t this a sure win?”

Mao Ting’an smiled at the corner of his mouth, full of confidence, with his feet on the ground, his whole body was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed as he rushed straight into the battle arena.

One shouldn’t underestimate him because he was tenth, but he was the tenth-ranked in the second-ranked Western Star Academy!

Even if he was the weakest, he was not weak against other Academy students.

“Good luck!”

West Star Academy’s Tenth Mao Ting’an, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, rushed on the competition stage.

He was Ranked Tenth in West Star Academy, and the West Star Academy was Second among the Five Major Academies. Although he was not as good as the Central Saint Academy’s students, his strength was not too bad. The Academy’s strength reflects on its students. He was the Tenth Ranker, but his strength was not worse than most of the Lower-Ranked academy’s students.

In particular, his opponent in this battle was from the Middle Saint Academy, which had been continuously declining in the rankings. In recent years, the Middle Saint Academy had not been as good as before. The previous West Star Academy still maintained some awe of Middle Saint Academy. But now?

Just look at the first two battles of the Middle Saint Academy, one would understand how far the strength of Middle Saint Academy had dropped.

Swish!

Mao Ting’an was holding a Zhanmadao in his hand which shone faintly with spirit runes that pulsed with extraordinary power.

He pointed his sword in the direction of Middle Saint Academy and looked down upon the audience.

“Come on, today is my lucky day. Don’t blame yourself for your bad luck, Xiao Hong? You will still lose even if you fought against the other Academies. It doesn’t really matter if you lose to me.

Mao Ting’an was very rude, with faint contempt in his eyes he was clearly looking down on Middle Saint Academy.

At any rate, it was the Fourth-Ranked Academy. As a result, it lost to the Fifth-Ranked Nanzhan Academy in the first battle and was defeated twice. So far, there were only eight people left. Who could not look down on such a battle record?

“Haha.”

The Dean shook his head when he heard the words, glanced at the other Instructors who followed, and laughed softly.

He looked around slightly and saw other people around in the audience. He was very agreeable to Mao Ting’an’s words, and the Director was secretly happy when he saw it.

These people only saw that Middle Saint Academy had lost two battles, but they didn’t know that the Middle Saint Academy’s Top Seven was extremely overpowered!

Especially in this battle, it was one of Xuan Yi’s disciples who had killed the Eagle Region’s He Family’s Talents! He had even surpassed Di Wufeng, who was known as the Number One in the Saint Region.

Middle Saint Academy was already famous.

Although West Star Academy was Ranked Second, the Dean didn’t think they could beat the Evil Monsters trained by Xuan Yi.

Especially since he dared to mock Xuan Yi’s disciple…

Xiao Hong calmed down, lifted his sword, and gently leaped onto the martial arts stage.

“Come on! Don’t waste time!”

“After hitting you, I’ll be lucky, maybe I can go further in the rankings!”

Mao Ting’an raised his hand, thrusting the Zhanmadao in his hand into the martial arts stage, releasing a boundless aura.

He motioned to Xiao Hong.

“Good! Not bad!”

“He really deserves to be the West Star Academy’s student, he really has some strength, even if he is the Tenth Ranked, that power is far stronger than some people in other Academies!”

Seeing the aura released by Mao Ting’an, the audience below all cheered in unison.

This time, in their opinion, Western Star Academy was bound to win.

They just hoped that those who fought from Middle Saint Academy could hold on for a longer time, otherwise, it was not worth looking at. At any rate, he was Ranked Fifth in the Middle Saint Academy. If he lost to others in a few rounds, it would be too miserable.

“Then you can pick it up.”

Upon seeing this, Xiao Hong quietly glanced at Mao Ting’an, put his hand on the hilt, and smiled at him.

In the next moment, a cry sounded.

A crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed sounded!

Accompanied by the sword sound on the martial arts stage, a vast and overwhelming Sword Intent appeared. The sword light was at least several hundred meters long, pure white, piercing, and sharp to the bone. In Mao Ting’an’s senses, the sword light was like the essence, like a magic weapon falling from the sky, cutting straight towards his neck.

Danger!

Mao Ting’an panicked and got goosebumps all over his body.

After being frightened by the power for only half a second, the sword light approached close, almost falling on his head.

Swish!

At the moment, Mao Ting’an rolled on the spot, and at the same time kicked the long sword in his hand, and crazily instilled his spirit power inside it. The spiritual runes lit up and turned into a phantom of a Zhanmadao, facing the Sword Intent and blocking it.

Then the long sword that accumulated power in a hurry could not stop Xiao Hong’s sword at all. The Zhanmadao with a rank of at least 4th grade or above was ruined by Xiao Hong.

Boom!

The crowd’s enthusiasm was unabated, and a piece of dust and gravel splashed out on the fighting platform.

Mao Tingan’s eyes were shocked, and he nearly lost his life under the Sword Intent. At this moment, he was sweating heavily under the dust and was about to continue fighting, when Xiao Hong appeared in front of him and kicked him.

Boom!

Mao Ting’an didn’t even have time to react, his chest was kicked, and he flew out, bleeding from his mouth.

He was hit hard!

In his imagination, he should be the one winning, but in reality, he was almost killed and abused in an instant.

If Xiao Hong used a long sword instead of kicking, he would have lost his life.

Puff!

So in the unbelieving eyes of the audience, Mao Ting’an flew out from the impact, spurting blood, and left bloodstains on the fighting arena. He was very embarrassed and rolled directly down the stage.

One round, defeat!

Mao Ting’an got up, stared at Xiao Hong on the stage, and clenched his fists.

Xiao Hong took the sword and glanced at him slightly, slightly mocking.

“Luck? That’s not necessary!”

Boom!

Mao Ting’an was shocked as if struck by lightning!

Xiao Hong’s voice was not loud, but like a heavy hammer, it hit him fiercely.

His face became blue and green, his temples were faintly pulsing, and he seemed to be bleeding from his mouth again.

He felt ashamed that he couldn’t even last a round against the opponent after boasting so much, and he didn’t even have the power to fight back.

How ironic.

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