What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

On the other side of the battlefield of the heavens, at the location of the Shangjing Martial Arts University.

"boom!"

In mid-air, a two-meter-long, crystal-clear ice spear collided violently with a rusty, four-meter-long heavy lance!

The violent, extremely cold elemental energy and the dark, malevolent energy were violently clashing at the center of the collision.

Ice shards shot out in all directions like hidden weapons, instantly clearing a large vacuum area from the surging dark brown malevolent energy.

Wei Xiaoran, dressed in a pure white martial arts uniform with dragon patterns, lightly touched the air with his toes.

The icy blue elemental energy surged wildly into the spear along her arm, forcefully withstanding the terrifying charge of the Fallen Knight, a charge powerful enough to shatter hills.

A meat grinder-like battlefield has been fully unfolded.

Apart from the chubby boy who appeared on the stage, the other eight students from Beijing Martial Arts University were all standing in the air.

Nine Flying Realm cultivators!

The other eight Flying Realm students from the Capital Martial Arts Academy were already locked in a fierce battle with the remaining fifteen Fallen Knights.

"when!"

Li Lan gripped the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword tightly with both hands, pouring his immense Yuan Power, a third-level Flying Heaven Realm expert, into the sword without reservation, and then swung it upwards with a fierce flick.

The greatsword struck precisely at the battle axe that the Fallen Knight was swinging down.

Sparks flew everywhere!

The immense recoil caused Li Lan's tiger's mouth to split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

But he didn't retreat even a step. Using the force of the recoil, he twisted his body 360 degrees in mid-air, and his left leg lashed out like a whip, kicking hard into the jawbone of the skeletal warhorse.

"Snap!"

The bones of the warhorse made a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

On the other side, two female students from Wuhan University in Beijing stood back to back.

The soft swords intertwined in the baleful aura, forming an impenetrable defensive net.

The Fallen Knight's shield slammed down like a door, and the two men simultaneously bent over, narrowly avoiding the blow.

Then, like a viper spitting its tongue, the soft sword darted into the gaps in the knight's armor.

The sword was drawn, bringing with it a trail of dark, menacing energy.

The situation in the war is not optimistic.

On average, each student at Beijing Martial Arts University has to deal with one or two Fallen Knights with the combat power of the Flying Realm at the same time.

But the students of Beijing Martial Arts University not only withstood this terrifying pressure, but also held their own in the fierce sword fights.

They were the chosen ones from the highest academy of humankind, and their solid martial arts foundation and fluid martial arts techniques were on full display at this moment.

Apart from--

"Ouch, holy crap! Don't poke my butt!"

Chu Zhuang, the slightly chubby boy with a round, oval face, was currently rolling around wildly in the dark brown soil, his hands covering his head, like a ball of flesh.

"laugh--"

A half-meter-long, dark white knight's lance grazed his scalp and embedded itself in the soil, its end still wobbling violently.

"Whoosh!"

Chu Zhuang's fat body suddenly became incredibly agile, and he tumbled and crawled behind a huge black rock, panting heavily.

The once spotless white martial arts uniform had long since turned into a mud-covered monkey costume, covered in black sludge.

Chu Zhuang is the only peak-level Qianjun Realm cultivator in the Shangjing Martial Arts University team.

In this battlefield where flying beings roam freely, one can only rely on two short legs to frantically move around on the ground.

"They didn't say it would be this exciting before we came!"

He rubbed his knee, which had been bruised from hitting the ground, and pouted with a wronged expression, his eyes reddening.

"Didn't I, a freshman, agree that this competition was just a formality, a way to bully the other Wuhan University students?!"

Chu Zhuang wanted to cry but had no tears.

Previously in the ring, he defeated one opponent with a single punch, displaying incredible prowess.

But now, all that weight he has is tumbling around on the edge like a ball.

midair.

Wei Xiaoran had just used his ice shield to deflect a heavy spear sweep, his cold eyes scanning the entire battlefield, but his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Something's not right.

She muttered to herself, her toes tapping lightly in the air, her body rising ten meters backward, looking down at the churning black mist all around.

The battlefield, which originally had only a dozen or so Fallen Knights, has now become unusually crowded.

"Hiss—"

In the oppressive dark red sky overhead, sharp screeching sounds blended together.

Dozens of Thornfeather Clan members folded their wings and swooped down towards them like black meteors.

On the ground, the soil was churning.

A dozen or so Bloodweb Spiders, each the size of a small mountain, crawled out from the ground, their abdomens contracting violently, green venom and blood-red spider webs poised to strike.

In the shadows of those dark forests, several hunched-over demons with black claws and eerie green eyes were rapidly and silently approaching, skimming along the ground.

Thorn Feather Clan, Bloodweb Spider, Ghost Night Demon Clan, Fallen Knights...

More and more alien races began to appear, like an impenetrable net, tightly gathering the ten students from Shangjing Martial Arts University at its center.

"Have we stirred up a hornet's nest?"

Wei Xiaoran's pupils contracted slightly, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

These different races and customs, surprisingly, abandoned their territorial consciousness and launched an organized siege against them.

If the fighting continues like this, they're all going to die here.

"Ice Dance!"

Wei Xiaoran suddenly clasped his hands together.

Extremely cold Yuan energy erupted suddenly, instantly condensing into hundreds of crescent-shaped ice-blue wind blades in mid-air.

The wind blades intertwined, forming an extremely terrifying frigid storm that instantly sliced ​​the swooping Thorn Feather Clan into a rain of blood.

But this is just a drop in the ocean.

On the battlefield below.

The chubby guy on the edge of the observation area has completely lost his hiding place.

"Help!!!"

He covered his head with both hands, being chased like a stray dog ​​across the open ground by two Night Demons and a Bloodweb Spider.

Sharp claws grazed his back several times, tearing the fabric of his martial arts uniform.

Previously, the other senior students at the Flying Realm could occasionally unleash a sword aura during breaks in the battle to help him deflect fatal attacks.

But as more and more alien races joined the battle...

Each of those students at the Flying Realm had to face attacks from three or four high-level alien races at the same time, and they were in grave danger themselves, so they had no energy left to care about others.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!"

The slightly chubby boy was cornered, with a hard, black rock wall behind him.

Seeing the demon night demons rushing towards him with their gaping maws, he gritted his teeth and yanked off the blue jade pendant from his waist with his left hand.

Squeeze hard with all five fingers.

"Click."

The jade pendant shattered.

"Buzz—"

A dazzling white beam of light shot into the sky, and a thick, sturdy, semi-transparent elemental energy shield instantly formed, completely enveloping the slightly chubby boy.

"Bang!"

The black claws of the Night Demon clan slammed into the shield, and the enormous recoil sent it flying.

"Sizzle—"

The green venom sprayed by the Bloodweb Spider landed on the shield's surface, releasing large plumes of pungent white smoke.

The chubby boy slumped down inside the shield, panting heavily.

He hugged his knees, looking pitifully out through the semi-transparent light screen.

"We're saved..."

Chu Zhuang let out a long breath.

"I hope the big sister won't blame me, after all, I'm still a freshman."

It's embarrassing for a top student from the prestigious Beijing Martial Arts University to be rescued.