2579: C2579 Strenuous Assembly

C2579 Strenuous Assembly

In less than an hour, he was defeated by Yang Luo, the official disciple.

The other honorary disciples outside the martial arena chose to quietly watch the battle when they saw that the official disciples had already ascended the stage.

This was because the nominal disciples knew very well that this round of the competition basically had nothing to do with the nominal disciples.

If any nominal disciple were to enter the ring without knowing what was good for him, he would definitely be beaten up by the official disciples.

Just as the official disciple Yang Luo won, a few figures flew over and slowly landed in the spectator stands.

Regardless of whether it was President Soong Dong or the five elders, when they saw the figures, they all revealed expressions of anticipation.

At this moment, Mentor Jishang, who was acting as the referee on the martial field, announced with a serious tone.

"Yang Luo won this round. If there's no more challenges, Yang Luo will obtain the spots."

Just as Mentor Jishang finished his sentence, a figure instantly appeared on the martial ground.

A blue robed middle-aged man cupped his hands towards Yang Luo and said with a serious tone.

"Disciple Cheng Tai, Cultivation of the Third Master Level, Stone Talent, contend for the position in the Ancient Battlefield."

When Mentor Jishang heard this, he immediately announced.

"Cheng Dai against Yang Luo, begin!"

The official disciples, Cheng Tai and Yang Luo, released their powers at the same time without any hesitation.

Cheng Tai and Yang Luo were both Cultivation of the Third Master Level s, and the battle between them was extremely intense.

However, their talents were different, Cheng Tai was Demonic Cultivator, Yang Luo was Martial Cultivation.

Tai Tai was good at long-range attacks, but Yang Luo was good at close-combat. The two fought in close combat and surrounded the entire dojo.

When Mentor Jishang announced the start of the competition, Cheng Tai's reaction speed was pretty fast, almost instantly pulling the distance between them.

As Martial Cultivation's Yang Luo, although he could also release long-range energy attacks, it was far from the power of the Rock Magic's attacks.

After about an hour, Cheng Tai pointed at Yang Luo with the Magic Wand in his hand.

"10,000 Stones Smash!"

The surrounding energy formed hundreds of Giant Rock in the air.

Boom, Boom, Boom …

The Giant Rock kept on attacking Yang Luo, and seeing the rocks coming from all directions, Yang Luo did not dare to let his guard down.

Yang Luo gathered his energy in the Longsword, and started chopping at the rocks that came crashing towards him.

In less than five minutes, Yang Luo was struck by several Giant Rock.

His entire body fell off into the distance, and as he fell to the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

Although Yang Luo was unwilling, his energy had been depleted. He endured the pain and slowly stood up.

"Yang Luo admits defeat."

Hearing Yang Luo admit defeat, Mentor Jishang declared immediately.

"In this match, Cheng Tai won. If no one challenges him, then the slot will belong to Tai Le as his victory."2

At this moment, Lee Jun, who was sitting outside the audience stage, said in a disapproving tone.

"Sidney, Er Pang, Yu Shan, let's end this competition."

Hearing Lee Jun's words, Er Pang, who was sitting on the side, could no longer hold it in.

Er Pang immediately dodged, instantly using Martial Ground, his tone was full of arrogance.

"The quota to enter the Ancient Battlefield remains for me!"

Regardless of whether it was the nominal disciples, official disciples or even instructors, when they heard Er Pang's words, they were all stunned.

About a few seconds later, boos and shouts came from outside the martial ground.

"Junior Zhao Hee, don't make a disgrace out of yourself. You want to obtain a quota for the Ancient Era's Remnants' battlefield just by yourself?"

"Having just entered the Infinite Magic Academy half a year ago, you're already so arrogant. Junior brother Zhao Hee, aren't you underestimating your other Seniors too much, Senior Sister."

"Martial Brother Zhao Hee, don't boast too early. You will be beaten until you cry and get down from the stage."

Many of the green-robed nominal disciples, blue-robed official disciples, and many of the black-robed instructors also laughed without saying a word.

Almost no one took Er Pang's words seriously.

On the other hand, President Soong Dong, who was sitting on the main seat of the martial field, seemed especially calm.

"The competition is a serious and sacred competition, no noise is allowed!"

Mentor Jishang, who was the referee, shouted as he heard many nominal disciples and official disciples talking outside the martial arena.

Only then did the nominal disciples and official disciples present stop jeering.

Er Pang, who was standing on the martial ground, didn't seem to care much about the booing and booing from the crowd.

"Zhao Hee, Third King Level cultivation level, Great Sword Inherent Skill."

At this moment, Er Pang said casually.

When Er Pang said this, the nominal disciples and official disciples outside the martial arts arena instantly froze on the spot.

Not only were the Infinite Magic Academy disciples shocked, even many of the black robed instructors were flabbergasted upon hearing these words.

After a few seconds, the crowd outside the martial arts arena burst into an uproar as sounds of cheers rang out in all directions.

"Junior brother Zhao Hee, why don't you use all of your strength to pretend. cultivation level s, who are you trying to scare!"

"More than half a year ago, we all clearly remembered that your cultivation level, was only a First Level cultivation level."

"Junior Zhao Hee, don't embarrass yourself again. Be careful that you will be taught a ruthless lesson by your senior brothers and sisters."

The Infinite Magic Academy disciples were currently booing and jeering, but not long after, everyone realized that something was wrong.

Many nominal disciples and official disciples noticed the black-cloaked teachers seated around them and revealed serious expressions.

Even Mentor Jishang, who was a level eight king level cultivation level in the middle of his Martial Ground, had a serious look on his face.

Seeing such a strange scene, many nominal disciples and official disciples gradually fell into silence.

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