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

The atmosphere inside the stadium was extremely oppressive.

Ruan Qingyu exits the stage.

The rest area of ​​Huajing Martial Arts University was deathly still. Dean Li Yanfeng's face was as black as the bottom of an old pot, and he was squeezing the half-broken teacup in his hand so hard that blood was about to seep from between his fingers.

The referee glanced at the somewhat thin boy on the stage and spoke hesitantly.

"Ye Chen, the contestant from Huayang Martial Arts University, according to the rules, you can rest for five minutes, or... you can directly substitute?"

Ye Chen stood in the center of the ruined arena, his chest heaving violently.

That fatal sword strike was undeniably cool, but it nearly drained his life force.

The wound on my left shoulder had reopened, and bright red bloodstains spread across my gray training clothes, looking quite alarming.

But he didn't look at the referee or the terrified spectators at all. He simply slowly raised the nicked iron sword in his hand, the tip of which pointed diagonally at the ground.

"Need not."

The boy's voice was chilly.

"Next."

Whoosh—!

The audience erupted in chaos, with noises nearly lifting the roof off.

"Is this guy made of iron? Even in this state, why isn't he leaving the game?"

"This is outrageous! This isn't a competition; they're completely disregarding the students from Huajing Martial Arts University!"

"Is this the army trained by a god? They're all insane!"

Li Yanfeng suddenly stood up, his eyes red.

Madness!

This is utterly humiliating for their century-old prestigious school!

"Chen Feng, you go!"

Li Yanfeng gritted his teeth and growled.

"He's at his last gasp. Don't engage him head-on. Use your speed advantage to wear him down! Reclaim our reputation in Huajing!"

A lean boy leaped onto the ring.

Chen Feng, mid-level of the first tier, nicknamed "Loach," has a cold and sinister look in his eyes.

He felt this was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation; as long as he could bring Ye Chen down, he would be a hero in Huajing!

"The match begins!"

The moment the referee's hand fell, Chen Feng became a blur.

He didn't even acknowledge Ye Chen's presence, instead frantically circling the edge of the arena, occasionally feinting a move.

The short dagger in his hand was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, specifically targeting Ye Chen's lower back and ankles, retreating as soon as it touched him, a despicable act to the extreme.

Ye Chen stood still and simply closed his eyes.

"Three steps to the left rear, three inches below the ribs, are all openings."

Ye Chen's heart was as calm as a stagnant pool.

Just as Chen Feng thought he had seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, grinning maliciously as he prepared to plunge the short dagger into Ye Chen's back—

Ye Chen moved.

He didn't turn around, didn't look back, and didn't even change his posture.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword hilt seemed to have eyes in the back of its head, slamming backwards with great force!

This move had no special effects whatsoever; it was purely a prediction made from instinct.

Bang!

A muffled thud made the audience below the stage feel a pang of pain in their hearts.

The rough hilt of the iron sword struck Chen Feng's chest acupoint with perfect precision.

"puff--!"

Chen Feng's sinister smile instantly vanished. He was like someone who had been hit head-on by a high-speed truck, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body shrank into a shrimp-like shape, and he flew off the ground with both feet off the ground.

Before he even landed, he had already rolled his eyes and gone blank.

Sold out instantly!

Another instant sell-out!

The audience gaped, their prepared boos caught in their throats, making them feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"Next."

Ye Chen sheathed his sword, not even glancing at the "loach" on the ground, his tone still icy cold.

Li Yanfeng's legs went weak, and he almost fell back into his chair, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Zhou Tie! Go up there! I don't believe he still has the strength to break through your defenses!"

In the fourth match, Huajing sent out Zhou Tie, known as the "Iron Bucket".

Mid-stage of the first level, a body-building maniac, his muscles were like granite.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he adopted a turtle-like stance, protecting his head with both arms, his blood and qi condensing into thick armor, determined to be a punching bag until he squeezed out Ye Chen's last bit of strength.

This time, Ye Chen has indeed met his match.

The continuous bursts of energy, coupled with the depletion of his vital energy, caused his sword-wielding hand to tremble slightly.

The iron sword struck Zhou Tie, and the recoil made his hands go numb, and blood trickled down between his fingers.

"He's done for! Zhou Tie, hold on! We've got this!"

The students from Huajing Wuhan University clung to this as if it were a lifeline, their voices hoarse from shouting.

Ye Chen's breathing was heavy, like a broken bellows, and sweat blurred his vision.

But he didn't back down.

In his blurry vision, he saw a figure sitting calmly on the sofa in the rest area, leisurely peeling and eating grapes.

Lin Xiao.

The man for whom he was willing to play a supporting role.

"If it were Brother Lin... he probably wouldn't even give a second glance to a turtle shell of this size."

Ye Chen chuckled self-deprecatingly.

I'm a swordsman who's going to follow in that person's footsteps, how can I be a failure here?

"call--"

Ye Chen exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes instantly becoming sharper than a sword's edge.

He gripped the sword with both hands and raised it high above his head.

He managed to squeeze out a wisp of pale golden blood from his parched meridians.

"Open it... for me!"

With a furious roar, the iron sword crashed down!

This sword strike had no technique, it was all about willpower!

Click!

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the venue.

Zhou Tie's protective qi and blood, which he was so proud of, shattered instantly like poor-quality glass.

The iron sword, imbued with unparalleled brute force, slammed heavily into his arms.

Pfft!

Zhou Tie's knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the ground, smashing two deep craters into the specially made floor.

The iron sword stopped an inch from his throat, and the sharp wind from the sword sliced ​​off several of his hairs.

Zhou Tie was terrified, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. He could feel that if the sword moved forward even half an inch, his head would be on its way to the underworld.

"Thank you for your concession."

Ye Chen sheathed his sword, turned around, and the movement was completed in one smooth motion.

The entire Bird's Nest stadium was completely silent.

One against three!

With his body severely damaged, he single-handedly fought his way through half of Huajing Martial Arts University!

This is hardly a competition.

This is simply a one-sided massacre!

"Is this...is this the true value of Huayang Martial Arts University?"

"A Taoist priest beat the captain to a pulp, and a sword fanatic, barely alive, took on three opponents single-handedly... Is this some kind of low-ranking university? This is clearly a monster concentration camp!"

Countless viewers swallowed hard, feeling as if their worldview had been completely reshaped.

Ye Chen walked very slowly, each step feeling like stepping on the faces of the teachers and students of Huajing University.

Back in the rest area, he was almost completely exhausted and only managed to stay upright thanks to his iron sword.

Zhang Xuan was about to go up and help, but Lin Xiao stopped him.

Lin Xiao stood up, casually popped a peeled grape into his mouth, walked up to Ye Chen, and patted the boy's shoulder heavily.

"Well played."

Lin Xiao spoke in a languid tone, a smile on his face.

"Now you're showing some signs of becoming a sword immortal. You haven't let your brother down."

Ye Chen, who had been as cold and aloof as ever, suddenly froze.

The next second, the director's high-definition camera, which seemed to have been enhanced with chicken legs, precisely captured the moment when the "cold-faced sword fanatic's" expression broke down.

On that perpetually expressionless face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards, and the coldness in his eyes instantly melted into spring water.

There was even a hint of smug satisfaction in his voice, like a puppy wagging its tail, waiting for its parents' praise after getting a perfect score.

Although he immediately put on a stern face to try and save face, his "pure love warrior" demeanor had already been seen by hundreds of millions of viewers.

[Holy crap! Look at the big screen! Ye Chen's facial expression control has completely failed him!]

[Help! This contrast is so adorable! He was all menacing just a moment ago, but after one compliment from a genius, he instantly became the number one henchman?!]

[So, his aloofness was just an act; his true nature is arrogance. I would call Lin Xiao's skill in managing subordinates absolutely unparalleled!]

"cough."

Ye Chen blushed, clenched his fist and pretended to cough, then turned his head away to forcefully explain.

"I just... don't want to lose to that damned Taoist priest."

"Hey! You heartless bastard!"

Zhang Xuan, who was applying medicine nearby, was amused and slapped Ye Chen's wound, making Ye Chen wince in pain.

"I'm being nice to you, and you're trying to put me down? Look at you, if Brother Lin praises you, you're all strutting around like a peacock! What are you trying to prove!"

"Shut up."

Ye Chen snorted coldly and simply closed his eyes to pretend to be dead, but he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth no matter how hard he tried.

The rest area was filled with jubilation, while Huajing Wuda felt worse than if they had swallowed a fly.

This is being broadcast live nationwide!

Can't you give your opponent some face?

"Um...it's their turn now."

A sweet, cloying voice rang out, and Bai Ling, who was playing with the spider, stood up.

She wore a Miao-style short skirt, her silver ornaments jingling, and her two fair legs were dazzling. When she smiled, she looked like a sweet girl next door.

"Brother Ye Chen is working so hard, I can't let him down."

Bai Ling skipped and hopped onto the stage, waving to the last contestant from Huajing.

"Hi, sir!"

Zhao Gang, the last remaining member of the Huajing team, is now experiencing tremors in both legs.

The teammates in front either turned into pig heads, broke their swords, or vomited blood.

He's just a mid-level first-tier player; wouldn't he be just offering himself up as a dish if he went on stage?

But seeing that his opponent was a delicate young girl, Zhao Gang's heart was filled with renewed passion.

Such a cute girl... she probably wouldn't be that violent, right?

"Um... beautiful lady, fists and feet have no eyes, it wouldn't be good if you got hurt..." Zhao Gang forced himself to act like a gentleman to bolster his courage.

"It's okay."

Bai Ling smiled, her eyes crinkling, and approached step by step, without putting on any airs, as if she were strolling through the streets.

"Go ahead and help me, young man, I'm very resilient."

As Zhao Gang looked at Bai Ling, who was so close to him, he smelled a faint, exotic fragrance, sweet like ripe fruit, which inexplicably relaxed his tense mind.

"Then...then I won't be polite!"

Zhao Gang took a deep breath, just about to circulate his internal energy.

Suddenly, he felt an itch in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, their visions began to overlap, and the cute girls in front of them multiplied into three or four.

"What...is going on?"

Zhao Gang tried to speak, but was horrified to find that he had lost his voice, and a strange green sensation ran up his neck.

"Young man, you don't look too good."

Bai Ling stood in front of him, gently tapping his forehead with a slender finger.

On the fingertip, a tiny, purplish-red spider, no bigger than a grain of rice, is happily rubbing its legs.

"If you're tired, just take a nap."

Pfft!

Zhao Gang's eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and collapsed on the ground convulsing like a lump of mud.

The entire room fell silent.

No flashing blades, no collisions, not even any contact—the person just lay there flat?

"What...what kind of underworld method is this?"

Commentator Jing Yang's voice was trembling.

"Poison? Or Gu?"

Bai Ling blinked innocently, then turned and gave the referee a sweet smile.

"Referee, he looks like he has heatstroke. Does that mean I win?"

The referee looked at Zhao Gang, who was lying on the ground, his face turning a deep purple-green, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

What the hell is heatstroke?!

This is clearly poisoning someone in public!

"The winner... is Bai Ling from Huayang Martial Arts University!"

With the verdict announced, this opening match came to an absurd end.

Huajing Wuhan University, wiped out! Shaved heads!

Huayang only sent three people: Zhang Xuan (violent), Ye Chen (three-in-one), and Bai Ling (invisible).

The most terrifying thing is that the "god-like" Lin Xiao didn't even move his butt from that leather sofa from beginning to end!

"What kind of monsters have we messed with?"

Li Yanfeng slumped in his chair, looking ten years older in an instant.

Watching the group of Huayang students snacking and fooling around, everyone had only one thought—

The world is about to change.

Behind the cheers, no one noticed what was happening in the corner at the highest point of the stadium.

A man dressed as a cleaner was staring intently at a close-up of Lin Xiao, a venomous red light flashing in his eyes.

In his right hand, tucked into his pocket, was a talisman as black as ink, exuding a sweet, metallic scent.

"An SSS+ level god... is their physical body invincible?"

The man smiled cruelly and murmured softly in the language of cherry blossoms.

"Enjoy your final glory, Death's invitation... has been delivered."