Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Not only the people of Huayang Prefecture, but also many people from surrounding counties rushed over overnight.

There are thirteen people, but only ten spots for the title of Xiucai (a scholar who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations), so three more will be eliminated.

For ordinary people, those who can stand on that stage are already exceptional individuals.

Who will win and who will be eliminated? Every name is enough to keep people talking for three days straight.

The sun gradually rose higher.

Inside the training ground, thirteen martial arts students stood in formation.

Some people closed their eyes to rest, some talked in hushed tones, and some were so nervous that their faces turned pale and they kept fidgeting with their hands and feet.

Lin Feng stood in the middle of the line, his expression unchanged.

Wu Changning stood at the front, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. The other ten people, when their eyes met his, quickly looked away.

Finally, his gaze settled on Lin Feng, brimming with fighting spirit.

At this moment, Prefect Zhao Boli ascended the stage.

He was dressed in official robes today, with a dignified expression. His gaze swept over the thirteen people below the stage, lingered on Lin Feng for a moment, and then looked away.

"Today's final will feature thirteen players competing in a round-robin format, with each player playing twelve matches."

The three with the lowest scores are eliminated, and the rest are awarded the title of Martial Arts Scholar.

He paused.

"I hope you will all give it your all and leave no regrets."

The drums sounded.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The dull drumbeats resonated in everyone's hearts.

Lin Feng looked up and met Wu Changning's gaze. Lin Feng nodded.

But this was met with Wu Changning's fierce fighting spirit.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was speechless. This kid was definitely like a teddy bear, wanting to mess with everyone.

The drumbeats gradually subsided, but the lingering sound still echoed in the air above the training ground.

The final match has officially begun.

According to the rules announced by Zhao Boli, the competition will be held in rounds of thirteen, and will last for three days to allow the contestants time to recover.

In today's first round, those who drew number one, two, and three will take the stage—each number corresponds to two people, for a total of six people competing simultaneously.

Coincidentally, Wu Changning drew number two.

His opponent was also a young man who drew number two.

This man was in his early twenties, with a burly build, wielding a long sword. He fought his way from the preliminary rounds to the finals, demonstrating considerable skill.

Upon learning that his opponent was Wu Changning, he did not show fear like others; instead, a fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

He tightened his grip on the knife, his eyes filled with fighting spirit as he looked at Wu Changning and said in a deep voice, "Today, let me experience what it's like to be a master of innate cultivation."

Some people in the audience were whispering among themselves.

"Who is this guy? He's got guts!"

"He seems to be from Qingyuan County, named Zhou Xiong, a late-stage cultivator who fought his way up."

Wu Changning stood on the other side of the arena and merely glanced coldly at the other party upon hearing this.

That glance was devoid of warmth, as if looking at a lifeless object.

The gong sounds.

Zhou Xiong made the first move.

He roared, his figure like a tiger descending a mountain, his cleaver swung in a wide arc, his inner strength flowing, and he brought the cleaver down with tremendous force.

Wu Changning made a move.

He didn't dodge, but went straight at her.

The moment the longsword was drawn, a chilling sword aura shot out, as fast as lightning.

Before the sword energy even arrived, its sharpness already made Zhou Xiong's scalp tingle.

clang--

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

Zhou Xiong felt an immense force coming from the blade, causing a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth and his entire arm to go numb instantly.

The knife broke in two.

Before he could react, the sword energy did not dissipate; it pierced through his blade and struck straight at his chest.

puff!

Blood spurted out.

Zhou Xiong had a bloody gash more than a foot long on his chest, with the skin and flesh torn open and fresh blood gushing out.

He staggered backward, knelt on one knee, and the knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

He looked up, his face filled with disbelief.

Just one move.

Is this the difference between innate and acquired qualities?

Wu Changning gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He flashed forward and was already in front of Zhou Xiong, thrusting his long sword straight at him.

This sword was not aimed at the throat, but at the dantian.

Zhou Xiong's pupils contracted sharply; he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The sword tip pierced through, and true energy burst forth, causing the dantian qi sea, which had been nurtured for many years, to instantly collapse.

"ah--!"

Zhou Xiong let out a heart-wrenching scream, and collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.

"You...you're so cruel..."

Wu Changning sheathed his sword, looked down at the convulsing body at his feet, and remained expressionless.

"If you're going to be a waste, you should be prepared to be one."

He kicked out.

Zhou Xiong flew up like a broken sack, crashing heavily onto the bluestone slab below the stage. He rolled twice and remained motionless.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Wu Changning won, which was no surprise to anyone.

But the way he won was so ruthless, so decisive in destroying the dantian and severing the foundation of martial arts, that's a bit too cruel.

Some wanted to curse, but only dared to keep their voices to themselves.

Lin Feng stood below the stage, taking in the entire scene.

His expression was indifferent, showing neither sympathy nor anger.

Zhou Xiongchun is courting death; this is no different from a bratty kid provoking an adult.

There will always be someone in this world who teaches you how to be a person, but Wu Changning's lesson came at a price that was far too heavy.

On the stage, Wu Changning's gaze slowly swept across the audience.

His gaze carried a hint of condescension.

"Let's bring the rest on together, don't waste time," Wu Changning said arrogantly.

Upon hearing this, everyone without exception admitted defeat.

"Number 8, you concede."

"Number Five, you concede."

"Number Seven, you concede."

The referee called out the names one after another, crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

Wu Changning stood on the stage, too lazy to even draw his sword again.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the faces below the stage that dared not meet his gaze, his contempt growing stronger.

A bunch of useless trash.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's performance these past few days has been evident to all.

He defeated a mid-stage acquired expert in just two moves, effortlessly and with complete ease.

Many people privately speculate that this young man from Yongguan County is very likely also congenital.

When the innate clashes with the innate, that's a true battle of wits.

This is also the battle they have been most looking forward to.

however--

Lin Feng stood still, motionless.

He looked up at Wu Changning on the platform, then at Zhao Boli sitting on the high platform, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone calm:

"Number 6 concedes defeat."

boom--

The audience erupted in uproar.

"He admitted defeat? He actually admitted defeat?"

"Seriously? He seemed pretty strong, so why isn't he even fighting?"

"They chickened out. Wu Changning is so ruthless, who would dare fight him?"

"But this is too cowardly. At least go up and exchange a few blows..."

The discussions came like a tidal wave, some expressing surprise, some disappointment, and some disdain.

"What do you know? This is called wisdom."

Didn't you see what happened to Zhou Xiong? He's just being pragmatic.

"Exactly. Knowing you can't win but still going for it isn't brave, it's stupid."

Lin Feng ignored him.

He simply stood there quietly, his expression unchanged.

On the stage, Wu Changning looked at him, the sarcasm on his lips growing stronger.

He stared coldly at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with contempt and a hint of disappointment.

I originally thought he was a rival.

I thought I could finally have a good fight.

In the end, he was nothing but a coward.

Wu Changning gave a soft "humph," withdrew his gaze, stood with his hands behind his back, and stopped looking at him.

That "humph" was extremely contemptuous and full of disdain.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. You're really arrogant, kid, but Lin Feng had no interest in a meaningless battle.

Unless you secretly kill him, he's still somewhat useful.