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Regardless of whether it was Yu Tao or Mu Shaodu, both of them were figures that the academy was paying attention to. In front of a group of freshmen, Thunder Faculty Elder did not want the two of them to clash head-on with each other.

"I understand."

Yu Tao nodded and did not dare to act arrogantly in front of Thunder Faculty Elder. He called himself a student, but when he looked at Du Shaomu, his eyes turned cold.

"No need. If he can win one round, then it's my loss!" Du Shaomu said.

Hearing this, Elder Lei and the group of academy teachers were speechless.

On that day, the dean had put forward these conditions as a matter of fairness, especially for weapons that were above the Xuan level and could not be used.

Actually, everyone could tell that the dean was thinking for Mu Shaodu, but they didn't expect this guy to not appreciate their kindness time and time again.

Even at this time, this brat was still so arrogant. It was unknown where his confidence came from.

On Meng Chengjue's old face, a light secretly flashed across his eyes.

Since Meng Wenjia was fine, then everything was easy.

If Mu Shaodu lost, his objective in this World College trip would be accomplished.

And looking at this situation, it was clear that Mu Shaodu was going to lose, so Meng Chengjue was relieved.

"If there are no objections, then let's begin. And for the sake of absolute fairness, the ten freshmen will draw lots for a showdown."

Elder Lei spoke. This was what the dean had signalled to him. It was obvious that he was taking care of Mu Shaodu.

If Yu Chengloong were to meet Meng Wenjia at that time, then Mu Shaodu would probably not be able to win even one match.

However, if they were to draw lots, as long as Meng Wenjia's troops went up against Yu Chengloong, this Mu Shaodu would be able to win at least one round.

Hearing Thunder Faculty Elder's words, Yu Tao was obviously unhappy.

In Yu Tao's plan, if Yu Chengloong was used against Meng Wenjia, then this Mu Shaodu wouldn't be able to win even a single round.

However, if they were to draw lots for a match, it was very likely that Yu Chengloong would go against the other person. Meng Wenjia would definitely win one round at that time.

"Whatever."

Du Shaomu was as calm as ever and paid no attention to it.

After a short moment, the ten freshmen walked out and stood in separate positions.

Yu Chengloong, Lu Xue, and Gu Yuan looked at Jin Jiawen, Tang Qian, and the others with cold but calm gazes.

As for Weng Zixuan, no one took him seriously.

On the other hand, Jin Jiawen and the others started to get nervous.

These days, they all knew that they had improved and evolved.

In the last two days, the martial skills that they had comprehended had also received great benefits.

However, they also did not know how far they had progressed. There were no breakthroughs in the cultivation s, so they had no choice but to get nervous when facing Lu Xue and the others.

Only Meng Wenjia was a little better. She knew in her heart that Yu Chengloong was her only opponent.

Meng Wenjia reckoned that even if they faced Yu Chengloong in the end, they would still have a chance of winning.

Of course, Meng Wenjia also knew that Yu Chengloong had made a lot of progress in this one month.

However, during this period of time, she had also undergone some transformations. It was just that she did not know how far her transformations had progressed.

After all, other than Mu Shaodu, she had never truly fought with anyone else.

And when she fought Mu Shaodu, from beginning to end, she would only get beaten up.

However, even though Jin Jiawen and the others were nervous, they could feel the disdain in Yu Chengloong, Lu Xue, and the others' faces. However, Jin Jiawen and the others were nervous, but could feel the contempt in Yu Chengloong, Lu Xue and the contempt in their eyes.

In an instant, the smell of gunpowder permeated the air among the nine freshmen.

Weng Zixuan still had his head down, looking uneasy and nervous.

An assistant teacher stepped forward and drew lots for the ten freshmen to choose their opponents.

In each of the two wooden boxes, there were one, two, three, four, five numbers on the plates.

Both sides drew lots at the same time, and the two people who received the same number were their opponents.

On the plaza, the surrounding onlookers gradually calmed down as well.

The people who had left earlier had also continued to watch from the sidelines.

This kind of liveliness was not to be missed.

"Number 1, Jin Jiawen. Lu Xue."

"Number 2, Tang Qian. Gu Changfeng."

"Number 3 is Meng Wenjia, Gu Yuan."

"Number 4, Lee Yao. Xue Baiyu."

"Number 5 is Weng Zixuan, Yu Chengloong."

In next to no time, an assistant lecturer announced the drawing number.

"What …"

"Hua …"

The entire stadium was in an uproar after this lot number was announced.

Especially between Weng Zixuan and Yu Chengloong, such an outcome shocked the entire stadium.

Even the teachers on the platform were secretly moved, appearing extremely surprised and surprised.

"One is Janitorial Student, the other is a proud son of heaven. Is there even a need to compete?"

Many people were stunned.

Weng Zixuan, a mere Janitorial Student, actually went against Yu Chengloong. He was just looking for a beating.

On the high platform, Weng Zixuan held the tag in his hand and was a bit lost in thought.

Weng Zixuan naturally had heard of Yu Chengloong, the pride of the heavens. The famous person among the new students was someone he could only dream about.

Weng Zixuan did not expect that he would meet Yu Chengloong.

"He's definitely going to lose, Mu Shaodu is completely going to lose. I'm afraid only Meng Wenjia can win this round!?"2

"The one Meng Wenjia is facing is Gu Yuan. Gu Yuan isn't an easy opponent to deal with either!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion. Judging from the results of the drawing of lots, it seemed that only Meng Wenjia had the chance to win a match between Mu Shaodu and Instructor Yu Tao.

However, there were also people who felt that it wasn't certain that Meng Wenjia would win.

That Gu Yuan was not a weakling. In this freshman year, he was also an extraordinary existence.

However, Yu Tao seemed to be secretly looking around.

Meng Wenjia versus Gu Yuan, this was unexpected. If it was like this, perhaps Gu Yuan would win a round.

What Yu Tao wanted today was to crush this arrogant kid.

This way, he would be able to be promoted to become a teacher of the academy with an absolute attitude, leaving others speechless.

"The rules have already been determined, and you can only use the academy's martial skills, you can't use weapons of a profound rank or above. Number one will now start the Battlestage duels!"

A teacher said to the ten of them.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Soon enough, Jin Jiawen and Lu Xue both jumped onto one of the Battlestage s.

At this moment, Jin Jiawen was slightly nervous on the inside.

Lu Xue, Jin Jiawen could be considered to be familiar with it as well. One month ago, she was at the fifth level of Martial Master Stage.

And she was only at the fourth stage of the Martial Master Stage. It seemed that it would be extremely difficult for her to defeat Lu Xue.

In terms of Battlestage, Lu Xue was about the same age as Jin Jiawen. She had a pretty face, but her expression revealed a haughty arrogance.

Glancing indifferently at Jin Jiawen, Lu Xue did not take it to heart.

As the two girls leapt onto the Battlestage, the noisy atmosphere surrounding them gradually calmed down.

All eyes fell on the two women on the Battlestage.

Whether it was the teachers on the stage or the surrounding students, everyone was guessing that Jin Jiawen would lose for sure.

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