The Great Ruler wanted to lie down but was thrown into the Spirit Road.

Chapter 96 Entering the Teleportation Array

"As expected, Yue Bianyu had no room to resist, and even his forced breakthrough was forced back—"

Those watching the projected image nodded slightly; they had already anticipated this outcome.

"Now there are twenty people left, and we'll probably have to hold the final selection."

"Logically, each of them only needs to defeat one more person and obtain the points from that person to enter the front of the teleportation array," someone said, calculating the points on the twenty people.

"That means that, further on, those ten people will step into the teleportation array and head to the Spirit Academy Tournament—" one of the eliminated senior students said with emotion, looking at the huge battle zone that had already merged together.

The freshmen of these two cohorts were just as dazzling as the seniors. In fact, the seniors' advantage of having more time to cultivate was completely negated in the face of those true geniuses.

Of the twenty people, only five were freshmen, but the combat strength of those five was simply unbelievable.

Yun Mo is one thing, but Wu Ling, Qing He, Wu Yingying, and that girl in the blue dress who suddenly appeared, each of them possesses strength that is difficult to fight against spiritual power.

It can be said that, barring any other problems, the five of them have already secured their spots in the Spirit Academy Tournament and will represent the Martial Spirit Academy in the tournament.

"The Spirit Academy Tournament —"

The thousands of students who were watching remained silent for a moment, but then a sense of anticipation was rekindled in their hearts. Since they could not go themselves, what harm was there in sending their sincerest blessings to their classmates in the Spirit Academy?

Within the Spirit Academy, everyone competes for resources; once outside the academy, everyone becomes a comrade-in-arms.

"Thump—"

Twenty figures slowly emerged from the final, merged battle zone, each radiating an intense fighting spirit.

Even the mere clash of fighting spirits caused the space in this world to begin to distort, and the spiritual energy to form a storm that swept in all directions.

"You're all here. Ten seats will be chosen from among you. Take one step forward, and you'll reach the teleportation array—"

Dean Wu Tianwang's voice resounded throughout the universe, causing everyone to be startled and raise their eyes to look at the faintly visible teleportation array outside this space.

"Hoo—Fight! Regardless of strength, whoever walks out of here is the best candidate to go to the Spirit Academy Tournament! Martial Spirit, come and fight! Let's settle our disputes in the outside world!"

Aside from Yun Mo, the senior student with the highest cultivation level here, looking at the Martial Spirit who had already broken through to the Spiritual Power Realm, fiercely raised the Thousand-Pound Battle Staff in his hand and flashed down at him with force.

"Fight!" Wu Ling's eyes narrowed. This person was his old rival. He also swung his black, menacing battle staff and swept it straight at the old student's face.

At the same time, Qinghe and Wu Yingying were also approached by people immediately after exchanging greetings. The energy emanating from their battle and the incessant sounds of clashing weapons swept across the entire sky, further devastating the already ravaged land.

"Young Master, then I'll go find my opponent—" Ruoshui looked at Yun Mo beside her, blinked, and then turned to a woman with a difficult physical body, nodding slightly towards her.

Yun Mo looked at Ruoshui's graceful figure, nodded, then turned to look at those who were already fighting amongst themselves and trying to get away from the place, and smiled slightly.

"We only need one more person, and we'll have enough points—but since you're unwilling to come to me beforehand, I'll have to come to you myself to correct your ways and prevent any resentment from arising."

After all, those elders were indeed very good to him.

As they approached the teleportation array, everyone would seek out opponents they were confident of securing a spot, rather than targeting the most threatening person.

After all, there are ten seats. Excluding the one that is already confirmed, I have nearly a 50% chance of getting in. So, as long as I am careful, I could be one of those ten people.

However, this idea still doesn't quite align with the fighting spirit that the Spirit Academy has cultivated over the years.

Thinking of all that, Yun Mo was quite decisive. He wouldn't pay attention to those who had already fought with Wu Ling and Qing He, but instead focused his attention on those who were showing fear and a sense of luck.

"Six people in total. Come, for the pride in your hearts, for the will of the strong in your hearts, let us secure our spots in the tournament with a single strike!"

When these people who were fighting together saw Yun Mo, carrying a spatial and temporal meaning that made the world gradually blur, flash towards them, a hint of helplessness appeared in their eyes.

Someone shook his head, his weapon brushing aside his opponent. Looking at Yun Mo, he gave a bitter smile. "It seems we don't need to fight for anything anymore. Perhaps what isn't meant to be ours will never be ours."

I never thought my previous cowardice would happen to me.

Some people felt a pang of regret. They had deliberately tried to avoid Yun Mo, but now Yun Mo had his eye on them.

"I almost lost my competitive spirit—"

The group remained silent for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. The confusion that had appeared in their eyes vanished, and their indomitable spirit once again blossomed, pointing directly at Yun Mo.

"Yun Mo, let us see, and let the students outside see, whether you can make us all retreat with a single blow. We want to witness your most profound and mysterious techniques!"

"The Scripture of Nothingness, the Technique of Breaking Words!"

"Heavenly Net Sword, swiftly!"

"Eight-Directional Blade, Horizontal Strike!"

Looking at the six people's renewed fighting spirit and the power that was attacking him, Yun Mo nodded slightly. This time, he should be able to repay part of the debt to those elders. He had a premonition that he might not stay in the Martial Spirit Academy for much longer.

"A moment, eternity!"

"The Purple Star Emperor's Technique: With a righteous heart, one can forge imperial might! The Purple Star Emperor's Fist!"

A hazy sense of time and space spread out from the area he was in, enveloping the group and even weakening the light screen of the war zone.

Then, the purple imperial intent covered his fist, causing wisps of purple light to appear throughout the entire space-time, and also causing the boundless suppressive intent to linger around him, descending upon those people.

"Boom!"

The fist's intent swept across the six people's all-out attack, then descended upon them, making them feel as if they were seeing an unparalleled emperor who suppressed the universe, causing them to want to bend their spines and kneel down in worship.

"kill!"

However, their indomitable spirit was ignited, and they shouted in unison. Even though their own attacks were annihilated, they faced Yun Mo's incoming fist intent head-on without the slightest hesitation.

"That's right, Yun Mo still owes us a favor, so let's waive a small portion of the battle spirit points he owes." Wu Ji stroked his white beard and nodded with a smile.

"His punch almost shattered the light barrier of the Martial Arts Tower. His current combat power, when unleashed at full strength, is too terrifying."

"After all, his physical strength is simply too terrifying; even I'm starting to wonder about his body-forging methods—"

"Alright, now that he has entered the teleportation array, it's time for us to head there. Hopefully, we'll see him in the final stage of the Spirit Academy Tournament—" Martial King stood up, his imposing figure taking a step forward into the Martial Arts Tower.

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