Chapter 957 I Admit Defeat

After the aura was completely erupted, You Wanren said to Murong Jinghong: "Use your sword."

Murong Jinghong shook his head: "You don't need to use a sword to deal with you."

She did not choose to use the Jinghong Sword. This is a grand competition in the academy, not a life-and-death fight, and the Jinghong Sword is too sharp, and if it is not well controlled, it will result in death or injury.

Secondly, she was proud in her heart. Since the opponent was unarmed, she didn't want to take advantage of weapons.

You Wanren was overjoyed, in fact, he just used a provocative method just now, the two have the same level of cultivation, if Murong Jinghong used the Jinghong Sword, he would definitely suffer.

"Ice Soul Fist!"

As soon as Murong Jinghong punched out, the air in the entire arena seemed to drop dozens of degrees, and the students watching around the arena could feel the bitter cold wind.

For a moment, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground, and the strong energy swept the snowflakes, and suddenly swept towards You Wanren. This is the power of a master in the fusion stage.

"Flame Fist!"

You Wanren yelled loudly, and also punched out, the scorching fist wind brought up flames, strangled together with Murong Jinghong's icy energy, and created clouds of white mist, covering the entire ring.

Ice Soul Fist and Raging Flame Palm are common skills taught by Xuanwu Academy, but they are surprisingly powerful when used by the two of them.

After the two energies collided, there was a muffled bang, and then the gust of wind blew away the mist, allowing everyone to see the scene on the ring clearly again.

Both Murong Jinghong and You Wanren were in their original positions, and they seemed to be evenly divided, only they could know who was higher and who was lower.

You Wanren's expression became more and more serious, he was at a disadvantage in the confrontation just now.

This time, he retreated for a month, and with his own efforts, he broke through the bottleneck of the Great Consummation of the Void Refining Realm, and reached the initial stage of integration.

However, his way of breaking through is still a bit weaker than Murong Jinghong.

What Murong Jinghong took was Long Li Pill, which itself has extremely powerful spiritual power, and at the same time, he was cultivating on the seventh floor of the Buddha Pagoda, so the spiritual energy was much stronger than outside.

So in this case, they are also just breaking through the initial stage of fusion, and Murong Jinghong's cultivation base is a little deeper than his.

Immediately afterwards, the two fought together again, which was the closest in strength and the highest in cultivation, so it looked extremely exciting, and the onlookers were hooked.

All around, cheering shouts were louder and louder.

For so many years in the North-South Grand Competition, the North Campus has lost 5 games in a row. Today, the students in the North Campus finally saw the hope of winning, so their emotions rose sharply, and their shouts were earth-shattering.

In the beginning, the two were evenly matched, but as time passed, Murong Jinghong's advantage in cultivation became more and more obvious, and he gradually gained the upper hand.

After fighting for more than an hour, Murong Jinghong seized an opportunity and punched You Wanren in the chest.

The power of the punch in the fusion stage was too amazing, and You Wanren immediately flew out of the ring like a fired bullet.

Fortunately, Murong Jinghong didn't use all his strength in this match, this punch only knocked him off the ring, otherwise he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

You Wanren got up from the ground, looked at Murong Jinghong in the stands, and then at Qin Haodong next to him, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

This defeat meant that he had missed the title of king this time, and at the same time lost the chance to defeat Qin Haodong.

But there is no way, strength is strength, and Murong Jinghong's strength is a little higher than him.

"Victory, Fairy Jinghong finally won! Our North Court finally won!"

"Long live Fairy Jinghong, the North Court will surely win!"

"What's the big deal, isn't it just a win? Our most powerful senior sister Du Jiaojiao hasn't made an appearance yet..."

Below the arena, the students of North-South College were fighting with each other, refusing to give in to each other.

On the ring, Hai Zhengming announced that Murong Jinghong had won the match, and then Tu Jiaojiao, the last student from the South Campus, entered the stage.

Du Jiaojiao wore a fiery red robe today, making her look even hotter and more attractive.

If Murong Jinghong is the Fairy Jinghong of the North Court, she is the goddess of the South Court, the idol in the hearts of countless men.

So when she stepped onto the stage, the students from the South Campus immediately became excited, cheering for their goddess.

But on the stage, the two people looked at each other and smiled after meeting, without the expected anger.

Murong Jinghong said: "Sister Jiaojiao, we have never fought before, let's have a good fight today."

Du Jiaojiao said: "In this kind of match without any suspense, it really doesn't make sense to play or not."

When the students in the audience heard this, they thought it was Tu Jiaojiao's arrogance, thinking that she would definitely defeat Murong Jinghong, but in fact only the two people on the stage knew the true meaning.

Murong Jinghong said: "The result is not important, what is important is the process, we still have to compete."

Du Jiaojiao made a gesture and said, "Okay, let's do it!"

"Sister Jiaojiao, be careful!"

Murong Jinghong let out a cry, then bent his fingers into a sword and stabbed at Du Jiaojiao's face.

She uses her fingers as a sword, and what she uses is the Jinghong swordsmanship.

Although the Jinghong Sword was not used, the sword energy was still overwhelming after the finger was pointed out, and the cold air was overwhelming.

Du Jiaojiao's flaming figure flickered lightly, letting go of the sword energy, and then she bent her fingers like a sword, stabbing Murong Jinghong's weak spot.

Murong Jinghong raised his hand and pointed out, the sword qi of the two collided together, and there was an earth-shattering crackling sound in the arena.

This is an even more exciting match. First of all, the two beauties are extremely eye-catching, coupled with the cultivation base of the two in the fusion period, and the agility like a butterfly wearing a flower, it is dizzying for a while.

Yun Qianqian said to Qin Haodong: "Who do you think will win, Sister Jiaojiao or Sister Murong?"

Qin Haodong said: "It should be Tu Jiaojiao. The cultivation bases of the two are not too different, but Tu Jiaojiao has a deeper understanding of martial arts."

On the stands, Ouyang Lan said: "Old man, you are going to lose again this time!"

Luo Dongqing shook her head and smiled, "It's impossible for us to lose. Although Murong Jinghong is a little bit worse than Du Jiaojiao, we still have grandson-in-law who didn't play."

Ouyang Lan said: "Could it be that he is stronger than Murong Jinghong?"

She attacked Qin Haodong twice in succession, knowing that Qin Haodong's cultivation was only at the Great Perfection of Void Refining Realm, logically it was impossible for him to be an opponent at the Fusion Stage.

Luo Dongqing said: "That kid can't speculate according to common sense at all, you will know later."

The two women on the ring went back and forth until they fought more than 200 moves. Suddenly, the figures on the stage stopped, and both of them stopped.

At this moment, Murong Jinghong and Du Jiaojiao on the stage were like two static statues, Murong Jinghong's two fingers pointed towards Du Jiaojiao's choked throat, the distance was about a foot.

At the same time, Du Jiaojiao poked Murong Jinghong's heart with two fingers, the distance was less than an inch.

This distance also represents the difference in strength, if this is a life-and-death struggle, Tu Jiaojiao can kill Murong Jinghong first.

Murong Jinghong withdrew his pointed sword finger and said, "I lost!"

Du Jiaojiao just smiled and said nothing.

Seeing the scene on the stage, the students watching from the audience suddenly became overwhelmed. The students in the South Campus cheered, while the people in the North Campus were dejected and disappointed.

Murong Jinghong had already lost, could it be that they were going to lose for the sixth time in a row?

Following Hai Zhengming's announcement that Tu Jiaojiao had won the match, everyone's eyes were on the only remaining student in the North Campus——Qin Haodong.

Hai Zhengming said: "Please invite the last student from the North Campus to come on stage and decide who is the king today."

Qin Haodong stood up and walked towards the ring step by step. There was no tension on his face before the competition, but a faint smile on his face.

"Isn't this the rookie king of our academy this year? At most, he is at the Void Refining Realm. How could he be Du Jiaojiao's opponent? It seems that our North Academy is over for this year!"

"It's possible that you didn't realize that he is the captain of the North Academy. Logically speaking, his strength should be higher than that of Fairy Murong."

"This is absolutely impossible! He is a first-year student, so how could he be stronger than Fairy Murong? I heard that he has a good relationship with the little witch Luo Hongying. It must be because of Dean Luo's relationship that he became the captain. "

Song Junyu looked at the man on the stage, and at this moment she realized that he couldn't understand him at all, as if he was a mystery.

Could it be that he is really hiding something, that he really has a cultivation level that can surpass the fusion period?

The same is true for Wang Zhiliang next to him. He was very unconvinced when Qin Haodong was selected as the captain.

But until now, even Murong Jinghong has lost, and all the expectations of the North Court have been placed on this man. I don't know if he will let everyone down!

Seeing Qin Haodong's calm and composed smile, everyone in the South Court became nervous.

"Who is this person? He actually appeared later than Murong Jinghong. Could it be that his strength is higher? Is it the hole card hidden by the North Court?"

"Bullshit card, I think there is really no one in the North Court, so I used him to make up the numbers. In fact, I just surrendered. I didn't see him smiling. It seems that I have no intention of doing anything."

"Senior Du Jiaojiao is a master of the fusion stage, and you can't use three moves to deal with this guy."

You Wanren stood beside him, looking at Qin Haodong on the stage with hatred in his eyes, but it's a pity that he has no chance to avenge his brother now, and he doesn't even have the chance to stand on the stage together.

In the stands, Luo Dongqing said proudly: "My grandson-in-law has made a move. This year's king must belong to our North Court!"

Ouyang Lan said: "Are you so confident in him?"

Luo Dongqing smiled strangely: "You will know the result later!"

Qin Haodong ignored the surrounding discussions, walked to the middle of the ring and smiled at Tu Jiaojiao: "Sister, we meet again so soon!"

Du Jiaojiao smiled sweetly: "I really don't want to see you. Without you, today's king would belong to me."

Qin Haodong said: "Isn't this still a comparison? Maybe you will win in the end!"

"Okay, don't bully me, I don't want to be abused, remember to treat me to dinner later!" After Tu Jiaojiao finished speaking, she said loudly to Hai Zhengming, "I admit defeat!"