Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

The rest of the match continued in an orderly manner.

However, compared to the epic battle between Qin Chong and Long Qingyu in the first match, the subsequent matches were much less exciting.

The other eleven champion seeds were not matched together.

Their opponents, however, were far weaker.

Taoist Zhang Xuling was facing off against a newcomer at the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm. He threw out a talisman, and the opponent flew off the dueling platform.

The monk, facing no opponent, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra. The opponent was as if pressed down by a mountain, unable to move, and voluntarily admitted defeat.

The prodigy Su Xingye was facing off against an opponent at the peak of the Transcendent Realm. He stood there with a smile, but his opponent inexplicably started spinning in circles and eventually walked off the dueling platform in a daze.

The ferocious young man, Li Cangyun, was even more outrageous. He did nothing but glance at his opponent, who turned pale, retreated repeatedly, and immediately admitted defeat.

The greatsword-wielding girl, Luo Qingli, unleashed a sword strike, its light as white as snow, and her opponent's weapon snapped in two.

Sikong Xirong and Fu Zizhen both won easily.

As for Lonely Asking About Summer...

When she entered the arena, the entire martial arts square fell silent for a second.

She stood quietly on the dueling platform, dressed in a white dress, with an ethereal air.

Her opponent, a boy at the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm, stood there stunned for several seconds, his face turning red.

Then, he voluntarily admitted defeat.

It's not that we're afraid to fight, it's that we simply don't want to fight.

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Wang Xian's match also began at some point.

His opponent was a provincial champion at the eighth level of the Transcendent Realm, from a small family with no special background.

Wang Xian didn't use any fancy moves, just a simple kick.

With one kick, the man flew off the fighting platform.

Clean and efficient, without any suspense.

This should have attracted some attention.

Unfortunately, at the same time, on the B group's arena, it was Lonely Summer who took to the stage.

Her appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Wang Xian's match naturally went largely unnoticed.

Wang Xian didn't care.

He returned to his seat and continued watching the game.

……

The second match began quickly.

The large screen above the square lit up again, and began randomly matching opponents for each group in the second round.

Group A, Match 2: ... VS ...

Group B, Match 2: ... VS ...

Group C, Match 2: ... VS ...

Group D, Match 2: Wang Xian vs. Long Qingyu.

Wang Xian was stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled.

interesting.

really interesting.

I was just thinking that it would be great if I could be matched with Long Qingyu.

I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

……

the other side.

University Medical Clinic.

Long Qingyu lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

His external injuries have been mostly healed thanks to the high-tech equipment in the medical room.

Even his right arm, which was almost ruined, was reattached and restored to normal.

But the internal injuries remain.

Such deep-seated injuries cannot be healed with simple treatments.

The doctor at the infirmary told him that to recover quickly from his internal injuries, he would need to spend a huge amount of points to purchase a precious healing potion.

Long Qingyu did not answer.

He just lay there, his eyes vacant, as if his mentality had been shattered.

Standing by the bed were several collateral relatives of the Long family and his underlings.

They looked at Long Qingyu in this state, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure of what to do.

After a while, one of the henchmen mustered up his courage and spoke up:

"Boss, don't be like this. It's just one loss, it's not a big deal!"

Another person quickly chimed in:

"Yes, yes, yes! There are still nine games left! As long as you win all nine remaining games, you can still make it into the top eight!"

"If you make it into the top eight, you'll advance to the second round! With your skill level, even if you don't get first place, getting into the top four will be a breeze!"

Several people offered their words of comfort.

But Long Qingyu remained expressionless and silent.

After a while, a member of a collateral branch of the Long family thought for a moment and said:

"Young Master, don't forget, as long as you make it into the top ten, you'll gain the qualification to travel to a smaller dimension!"

"At that time, you can hunt down the chosen ones of destiny across different planes and plunder the world's origin!"

"The origin of the world! That's something amazing that can enhance talent, aptitude, and comprehension in every way!"

"Once you absorb the world's origin, your strength will definitely increase even further! At that time, what will a mere Qin Chong be!"

Long Qingyu's eyes finally changed.

He blinked, slowly turned his head, and looked at the collateral descendant who had spoken.

"The origin of the world..."

He repeated it to himself.

Then, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Yes...yes!"

Long Qingyu sat up abruptly, his eyes regaining their light:

"I will hunt down the chosen ones! I will absorb the essence of the world!"

"I will prove to my brother that I, Long Qingyu, am no less than anyone else in my life!!"

He took a deep breath, took out his student card, and checked his opponents for the second round.

On the screen, the opponent's name and photo slowly appeared.

Wang Xian.

Long Qingyu was stunned.

Then he smiled.

It started with a low laugh, then grew louder and louder, finally turning into a maniacal laugh:

"Hahahahahaha—!!!"

The people around the bed looked at each other, and the same thought simultaneously popped into their minds:

Young Master... has he gone mad?

Just as they were thinking this, Long Qingyu suddenly stopped laughing.

He stared at Wang Xian's photo on the screen, his eyes flashing with a cold light:

"Great, great...this is wonderful!"

He gritted his teeth and said, word by word:

"I've been holding back my anger for a while now, and I'm just looking for a place to vent it!"

"I never expected to be matched with you!"

"I'm so...lucky!"

Long Qingyu clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"I will repay that big guy tenfold for everything he did to me!"

"Hehehehe..."

He sneered and got up from the bed.

Then, he sensed his internal injuries.

His brow furrowed slightly.

While he can still fight in this state, he's not at his peak.

What if the car overturns?

Although he felt that dealing with a piece of trash like Wang Xian was impossible.

But he didn't want to take the risk.

He wanted to crush that good-for-nothing in his best form!

He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the doctor in the infirmary:

"I've bought that medicine to repair internal injuries!"

The doctor nodded and gave a number.

Long Qingyu's face stiffened.

That number was so large it broke his heart.

But he still reluctantly used his own learning points card to pay.

After taking the medicine, a warm sensation spread throughout my body.

The internal injuries are beginning to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A few minutes later, Long Qingyu took a deep breath, feeling the renewed power within his body.

He recovered.

At its peak.

He walked out of the infirmary, into the sunlight, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Wang Xian...

You wait.

I am coming!!!