Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

The medical team practically tumbled and crawled onto the ring.

Wang Zichen's face, which could have been used to debut in a talent show, was now swollen like a rotten tomato.

Li Yanfeng sat in the rest area, his fingertips trembling with anger.

Watching his captain being dragged down like a dead pig, he felt that every punch Zhang Xuan threw hadn't landed on Wang Zichen's face, but rather on the emblem of Huajing Martial Arts University.

The deafening boos from the stands disappeared, replaced by a chilling silence, followed by barely suppressed chatter.

"This Taoist priest... must have grown up eating explosives, right?"

"This isn't a friendly sparring match; it's like mad dogs invading a village, biting anyone they can get their hands on!"

Since Zhang Xuan volunteered to participate in the "health preservation" round, the two sides tacitly agreed to start the second round of the competition.

At Huajing Martial Arts University, Ruan Qingyu stood up.

She wore a light blue outfit, had a high ponytail, and the "Azure Phoenix Sword" in her hand gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

As she walked onto the ring, the previously chaotic stadium fell into an eerie silence for a few seconds.

That's the kind of heroic spirit that top universities have poured countless resources into cultivating, the true "national team" style.

"Huajing Martial Arts University, Ruan Qingyu, please give me your guidance."

His voice was clear and cold, lacking the nauseating arrogance of Wang Zichen. It was like a newly drawn blade of cold steel, impeccable in its manners.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen made his move at Huayang Martial Arts University.

He didn't waste time with Zhang Xuan's nonsense; he simply carried the iron sword that looked no different from scrap metal and steadily walked onto the stage step by step.

When his face appeared on the big screen, the director made a brilliant move, switching to a replay of the "Dark Forest" instance.

That was a silhouette of Ye Chen fighting to the death and forcibly drawing his sword under Lin Xiao's terrifying pressure, even though his bones were groaning.

That proud and aloof sword intent instantly silenced the entire audience.

"That sword fanatic from the Ye family."

On the stands, a professor from Yenching University of Martial Arts adjusted his glasses, his expression grave.

"I originally thought he would come to my Jingwu School, but he actually went to that 'fake university' Huayang. If his swordsmanship has deteriorated, it would be a real waste of his talent."

On the arena, the wind rises.

Ruan Qingyu's eyes were sharp. She knew very well that any attempt to test Hua Yang and his gang of monsters would be tantamount to suicide.

"The Goddess of the Luo River Sword Technique - Startling Glimpse!"

She gave a soft shout, her toes barely touching the ground, and her figure instantly became as elusive as a phantom.

The Azure Phoenix Sword unleashed a continuous stream of sword light, like layers of light gauze, yet concealing a deadly intent that could kill instantly.

In an instant, a blue vortex seemed to explode in the center of the arena. Ruan Qingyu's figure weaved through the light and shadow, creating several afterimages that were difficult to distinguish from the real ones, completely locking Ye Chen in place.

"Beautiful! This is the true essence of a top-tier university!"

"With this kind of movement technique combined with a sword formation, who among those of the same level could break through it?"

The audience finally regained some confidence and cheered wildly.

Compared to Zhang Xuan's bloody hand-to-hand combat, Ruan Qingyu's ethereal fighting style is more in line with everyone's fantasy of a "genius".

However, Ye Chen stood right in the center of the vortex.

He closed his eyes.

He was surrounded by the piercing clang of swords and the pervasive killing intent, but he didn't even touch the hilt of his sword.

"What's he doing? He's overdoing it, isn't he?"

"Ruan Qingyu's sword energy is already at point-blank range; if he doesn't draw his sword soon, he'll be riddled with holes!"

On the podium, Gu Qinghe also frowned.

She knew Ye Chen had a very high level of ambition, but Ruan Qingyu's move "Surprising Beauty" had already faintly touched the threshold of the second level.

To her, this act of closing her eyes and waiting to die was utterly absurd.

Just as the Azure Phoenix Sword's edge was less than three inches from Ye Chen's throat, in the instant that countless afterimages overlapped into one deadly trap—

Ye Chen drew his sword.

No special effects, no glamour.

It was just a simple stab.

At that moment, a very faint "sizzling" sound seemed to ring out in the air, like the sharpest scissors cutting through silk.

Ye Chen's iron sword, with an illogical arc, precisely pierced through the layers of sword nets and gently touched the guard of the Azure Phoenix Sword.

That place is the weakest and only point of failure in the circulation of Qi and blood in the Luoshen Sword Technique.

"bite--!"

A crisp, explosive sound.

The sky filled with countless blue afterimages exploded instantly.

Ruan Qingyu was struck as if by lightning, and was forcibly thrown out of the void, taking seven steps back, each step leaving a deep pit in the specially made ground.

Her hand holding the sword trembled like a leaf, and a trickle of blood slowly seeped from the base of her thumb.

"How...how is this possible?"

Ruan Qingyu's pupils dilated in shock, her face clearly showing her incomprehension.

She had practiced her killer move for ten years, yet a peer of the same age struck her vital point in an instant.

On the platform, an old master from Yanjing Martial Arts University suddenly stood up and exclaimed.

"Sword intent so subtle?!"

The whole place erupted in chaos.

The phrase "entering the microscopic" represents a threshold that countless sword cultivators can never reach, even after a lifetime of practice.

That represents absolute control over power, and the intuition to see through all the fancy tricks.

And now, this level of understanding has appeared in an eighteen-year-old freshman?

"You are very strong."

Ye Chen finally spoke, his voice still as cold as ever.

"But your swordplay is too haphazard. Moves designed for aesthetics are all cumbersome in a real life-or-death situation."

Ruan Qingyu fell silent.

Looking at the boy opposite her who was holding an iron sword, she suddenly felt a despairing sense of powerlessness.

The feeling was like facing a solitary peak that had been polished for thousands of years.

"Been taught a lesson."

Ruan Qingyu took a deep breath, her eyes regaining their resolve.

As the vice-captain of Huajing, she can lose, but she cannot back down.

"I know I am no match for you. Please take my final sword strike, called 'The Broken Wings of the Azure Phoenix'!"

At that moment, her blood and energy were burning wildly, and the originally clear sword was instantly stained with a tragic dark red.

This is a forbidden move that completely abandons defense and infuses all of one's life force.

I don't seek to win, I only hope to leave a mark on him.

Ruan Qingyu transformed into a streak of blood-blue light, becoming one with her sword, and charged towards Ye Chen with a suicidal resolve.

Ye Chen's expression finally changed.

That was a tribute to a true martial artist.

He gripped his iron sword tightly and took a step forward for the first time.

"In that case, I'll take your sword."

The two figures crossed paths in the center of the arena in an instant.

There was no big explosion, no roar.

Only the faint friction sounds of two swords clashing dozens of times in a very short period of time were densely packed into a string of musical notes.

One second later.

The two stood back to back.

With a "crack," the Azure Phoenix Sword in Ruan Qingyu's hand broke in two.

Her face was deathly pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were brighter than ever before.

On the other side, Ye Chen's clothes on his left shoulder were torn, leaving a barely noticeable red mark on his skin.

He won, but he was also touched.

Ye Chen turned around and solemnly performed an ancient martial arts salute in front of Ruan Qingyu's back.

"I'll take this sword strike. You are a true swordsman."

Ruan Qingyu smiled with relief, swayed slightly, and finally knelt on one knee. Her voice was weak but firm.

"Thank you. The Ye family's prodigy... truly lives up to his reputation."

"Referee, I concede."

The entire stadium fell into a deathly silence for three seconds.

Immediately following was a round of applause loud enough to blow the roof off!

This is not a mockery of the winner, but the highest respect for two pure martial artists.

"Damn, this is getting my blood pumping! This is what a martial artist should be like!"

"What's going on at Huayang Martial Arts University? A madman and a sword immortal—how are others supposed to compete?"

In the live stream, the screen was completely obscured by the barrage of comments.

"Huajing Martial Arts University has lost two rounds in a row. The captain was beaten to a pulp, and the vice-captain broke his sword and conceded defeat... The remaining three are all mid-level first-tier players. Is Ye Chen going to 'wipe them all out'?"

In the rest area, Li Yanfeng slumped in a chair, his eyes unfocused.

Two games.

In just two matches, the century-old dignity of Wuhan University of Technology was completely trampled into the mud.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of Huayang Martial Arts University.

Lin Xiao, who was criticized by the entire internet as a "gold digger," was leisurely crossing his legs and even took out a 50-cent popsicle from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Xuan, whose face was covered in blood.

Lin Xiao seemed to notice his gaze.

He looked up and, across most of the arena, gave Li Yanfeng a gentle and bright smile.

In Li Yanfeng's eyes, that smile was more terrifying than a vengeful ghost.

"Dean Li, don't worry."

Lin Xiao mouthed silently, "The feast has just been served."

Li Yanfeng felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

The remaining three members of the Huajing Martial Arts University team were now ashen-faced, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

Faced with these illogical monsters, they even began to wonder if they were there to compete or to be killed.

Meanwhile, at Huayang Martial Arts University, Nalan Qing was silently wiping the throwing knife in his hand.

Bai Ling was fiddling with the brightly colored poisonous spider, laughing like an innocent little witch.

"Oh dear, who's next?"

"Brothers from Huajing Martial Arts University...you must hold on! Don't let us have enough fun before you all collapse."

All eyes of the audience were now fixed on Huayang Wuda's seat.

Everyone was curious about what other tricks this terrifying team from Huayang Martial Arts University could pull off.

And just how incredibly powerful is Lin Xiao, the "god-like" figure who hasn't made a move yet, that he has to be suppressed?

A huge suspense, like an invisible hand, gripped everyone's heart tightly.

A dark cloud of despair has completely enveloped Huajing Martial Arts University.