Chapter 298 The Final Battle Finally Arrived

"Tuk tuk!"

The helicopter hovered in the sky, and a high-power camera poked out from the cabin door. The reporter from the TV station held the microphone and spoke the opening speech excitedly.

This is the ninth arena, one of the few open-air arenas in Pojun Academy.

Uncharacteristically today, almost all the teachers and students of the school gathered in this arena. Everyone was paying attention to the only game this afternoon, causing the arena to be noisy and full of voices.

Now that the selection competition has come to this day, there are only the last twelve undefeated players left to complete the final selection ceremony in six arenas.

"There are so many people!"

Xijing Ningyin was wearing that bright red kimono, and sat in the last row of the auditorium idly. This is the place with the best view of the audience, holding a bucket of popcorn in her arms and eating deliciously.

"After all, it has created such a big momentum."

Shinguji Kurono appeared next to her and shrugged.

"Chi Zuo seems to have mobilized all the connections that can be mobilized, and he really worked hard enough."

Even the TV station was called in, intending to broadcast the whole game live, this is to put Kurotsutsu Ikki to death!

"Hmm! The director of Xingong Temple is really flattering me, I'm still far behind!"

A chunky man in a suit came up the stairs.

He sat on the lower floor of the auditorium, the closest to the battle circle, with a seemingly kind smile on his face.

"Red Fox."

Xijing Ningyin spat in a low voice.

Ethics committees are notorious and are often scornfully referred to outside the world as red foxes.

"——It's finally here! The last round of the school selection competition in Pojun Academy! This competition will be broadcast by everyone's old acquaintance, I Tsukiyomi, and Mr. Oreki Yuri will be invited to explain it!"

"Oh, I really didn't expect this game to receive so much attention beforehand. I'm getting nervous!"

"Come on... Come on..."

"Teacher, you too! Please don't vomit blood halfway and step down!"

"Don't worry, today... I came with a blood injection kit!"

"This is really reassuring! Okay, without further ado, let's introduce the players from both sides of the competition! First of all, this side, waiting in the preparation room early, even my monthly reading, who is not good at martial arts, can feel it. That extremely fierce breath!"

"It is said that he was born with a fragile constitution. When he was young, he would be critically ill if he was a little careless. It is not surprising that he died at any time. He had to rely on others to help him eat until he was in his teens, but he never gave up! He started extraordinary exercises on the hospital bed, At the age of fourteen, I was finally able to get out of bed and walk around, and now I finally set foot on the battlefield of the swordsman, who knows how much effort I put in during this period!"

The announcer was sobbing and introduced excitedly.

"Wow, has the past of my junior brother finally been uncovered?"

Xijing Ningyin clicked her tongue twice, and wiped her oily little hands on the seat next to her.

"So he still has that kind of past?"

Xingongji Kurono ignored her impolite behavior and recalled the first time he met Jiang Li.

At that time, he was really weak, and he couldn't even see any decent muscles on his body. He was completely different from normal adolescent boys. I didn't expect it to be because of his frail constitution since he was a child.

Thinking about it carefully, in fact, only a little over two months have passed.

In just over two months, it was like a different person. The original fragility completely disappeared, and the person became stronger.

This made Xinguji Kurono full of emotion.

"Junior Brother's past was indeed miserable."

Xijing Ningyin recalled his skinny appearance in the past, and couldn't help but sigh.

"At that time, the old man tried his best to hide it, but he didn't expect to be picked up by the media now. Now he knows what it feels like."

In order to protect this disciple, Nango Toujiro tried his best to conceal his existence.

It's just that there is no impenetrable wall in the world, and his every move is very eye-catching, resulting in Jiang Li's existence being known within a few years, but fortunately, it has not been widely reported by the media.

Now that Jiang Li is finally famous, his past is truly known to the public.

"Hiuhiu! Ning Yin-chan, don't treat me as an antique!"

Silently.

Even Xijing Ningyin and Xingongji Kurono didn't notice any sound.

An old man in a gray kimono appeared behind the two of them and let out a strange laugh.

"Old man?! Why are you here?"

Xijing Ningyin was taken aback, and threw out the popcorn in her hand.

"Hahaha, the old man's closed disciple is going to have a duel with the descendant of Ryoma. Even if the old man is on vacation in Hokkaido, he has heard the news. How can he come and see it?"

The old man bared his healthy white teeth.

He is ninety-two years old this year, with many crow's feet and age spots on his face, his white hair is almost bald, and he is leaning on a gray cane in his hand.

It seemed that he was on the verge of death, but only those who were familiar with him knew how terrifying the power this old man's seemingly decayed body could erupt.

"Greetings from Jiushu, Tojiro-sama."

Shinguji Kurono greeted him respectfully.

"Oh, long time no see, Xiao Hei Nai, after giving birth, your butt is still so raised!"

The old man was full of laughter and looked very out of tune.

Shinguji Kurono could only respond with a wry smile. Nango Toujiro has such a personality. Although he looks like a glib person, he is actually a very reliable person.

This is God of War.

The only neon man who has ever won the God of Fighting Cup held by the Chinese Dragon Temple.

There are not many world-class competitions that can allow slashers to participate. Excluding sports events such as the Olympics, there are only the KOK competition hosted by the alliance and the God of War Cup held by the Chinese Dragon Temple.

It’s just different from the KOK League. Although the God of Fighting Cup held by Shenlong Temple is the world’s top large-scale competitive event, its rules are very primitive and cruel. All kinds of outside moves are not prohibited at all. You will not receive any compensation other than title.

It is because Nango Toujiro won a championship there that he is called the God of Fighting.

"This disciple no longer needs the protection of old age."

Nango Toujiro sat down next to Xijing Ningyin, looked at the standing circle directly below, his eyes darkened slightly.

"Master Tojiro thinks who will win this match?"

"Who knows, the old man has never seen the descendants of Longma, so it's hard to say what that disciple will become. We'll know after the fight."

His attitude is very simple and straightforward.

"But this is really something to look forward to. The disciple of the old man and the great-grandson of Longma...It's a pity that none of Nanxiang's family can afford it."

He looked leisurely, as if recalling the past, but his words were full of disgust for his family.

"He's out."

Xingongji Kurono pointed to the battle circle.

On the arena with a diameter of 100 meters, the ten-minute countdown has already begun.

The red gate was opened, and Jiang Li's figure came out from the darkness.

The audience is boiling.