“Senior Brother Lu, please!” Qiao Mu was fully focused on her opponent, a level-two spiritual cultivator with a grade-seven earth spirit.
“Junior Sister Qiao, please.” The other party cupped his fists with a nod.
The two figures flitted toward the center of the arena at abnormal speeds. Every attack produced a sweeping spiritual energy that cracked through the air.
Ma Ta was crouching while watching their battle, and he grabbed his head as he wailed, “It’s over, it’s over. We’ll lose this time again! We’ll lose! No more credits again.”
Hua Tao couldn’t resist chiding, “Why do you keep lauding the spirit of the enemy while belittling your own?”
“It’s not like I don’t want to! But didn’t Senior Brother Hua Tao, you lost to Junior Sister Qiao on the first day? You got thrown outside the circle without even holding out for a single blow! Do you think Senior Brother Lu, who has about the same cultivation as you, will succeed?”
“Shut up!” Hua Tao glared at Ma Ta in chagrin. “Hey, no one will think you are a mute if you don’t talk. Besides, I had just underestimated the enemy that day. Can you stop bringing that up?”
He couldn’t even withstand a blow from the girl and got thrown flying out of the circle that day. That was f*ckin’ going to stay with him his whole life!
“Senior Brother, it’s not like I want to mention it. But look, it’s all Senior Brother Lu can do to defend! Sigh, Little Junior Sister Qiao is so savage.”
“Shoo, shoo, shoo.” Hua Tao kicked him. “Shut up! Even if we lose this round, there are still three afterwards. And even if Duanmu Qing wins, those other two imps are definitely not our match! No matter how you look at it, it’ll only be a draw! What are you so worried about?”
“A draw is even worse!” Ma Ta howled while holding his head.
From his understanding of the mentors’ tendencies, they definitely wouldn’t let them students just end with a simple draw!
In the arena, the little lady’s water spirit whip left afterimages as it lashed one strike after another toward Senior Brother Lu. Senior Brother Lu and the other mentors were astounded.
The little lady was only but a level-15 mystic cultivator and had yet to break through to the spiritual realm. It was already very awe-striking that she could manipulate water spiritual energy, even if just barely.
But right now, her spiritual energy was actually replenishing in an unending stream.
How come someone who didn’t have spiritual meridians have even more spiritual energy than him?
Senior Brother Lu flipped into the air and flew up onto a boulder. He cupped his fists and admitted with a smile, “Junior Sister Qiao, Senior Brother has lost.”
Upon looking closely, everyone was able to see the faint strike of a whip on Senior Brother Lu’s chest. It was precisely due to the water spirit whip.
Ma Ta heaved a sigh. “What should we do? It seems like it really will be a draw?”
He had an extremely bad premonition. Absolutely nothing good would come out of a draw!
The most miserable thing was that he didn’t know what the mentors would do to them pitiful small fry.
“Qiaoqiao’s so great!” Qi Xuanxuan skipped over and clung to Qiao Mu’s arm, praising with a smile, “Qiaoqiao, I just knew you would win.”
“Next round, Group Two’s Kou Hongwen versus Group One’s Jiang Shaoxin.”
The little fatty immediately took out that double-headed hammer from his inner world and jumped into the arena. He hollered, “Senior Brother Jiang, come!”
Jiang Shaoxin squinted and brought out a black spear. Spiritual energy flowed about the shaft, making it obvious that it was a spiritual weapon.
“Junior Brother Kou, you be careful.”
The little fatty gave a shout and stomped hard on the ground with his left foot. His body acted like a small cannonball as he lunged toward Senior Brother Jiang Shaoxin..
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