Chapter 217: Sword Come? (3.5k)
As the aged voice just fell, the sound of breaking air sounded. Su Jiu looked up and found three streams of light flashing across the sky. Although it was just an entrance, they started to fight openly and secretly, their external energies raising a domain.
Among them, Hu Yang’s Crimson Flame Domain was the most powerful, followed by Lu Bingyu’s Extreme Cold World, while the energy hurricane of another aristocratic disciple could only occupy a small area.
“Hold me tight, rise!”
Seeing this, Su Jiu chuckled, brought her two fingers together, and a bloody sword of aura appeared under her feet. She grabbed Bai Qianyu behind her with one hand, and when she saw the other party had come up, she lifted her two fingers upwards.
Su Jiu’s black silk flew wildly in the wind. She used her external energy to resist the airflow and instructed with great seriousness, “Follow me later. You won’t be a match for even the weakest wind-element aristocratic disciple.”
Hearing this, Bai Qianyu nodded slightly, and didn’t ask anything. What Su Jiu said was indeed the truth. She was the weakest among these people. If she behaved, she could at least help Su Jiu.
The two floated into the air. The next moment, the aura on Su Jiu’s body surged, and the blood energy, along with the frost and flames, instantly formed a tripartite confrontation.
Many people had seen Su Jiu’s blood energy before. Many speculated that she had dual bloodlines, as it was not that uncommon in Magical Capital University, and quite a few people also had rare talents.
“Do you all understand the competition rules? There are no extra rules. Anyone who leaves the spectator stands or loses the ability to fight is considered defeated!”
“I’ll say it again! Don’t give up arbitrarily. The rewards for the top three are different. With me here, you won’t die!”
When all five entered the arena, the Director scanned the field and then a touch of emerald green appeared in his palm, he said faintly.
“Got it!” The five people in the arena, including Su Jiu, responded sparsely.
“Since everyone understands, I announce the 24th Freshman Chief…”
The old man slowly raised his palm, and under the gaze of countless eyes, a streak of emerald green shot into the sky, emitting a crisp sound, “The finals officially begin!”
As the “signal flare” sounded in the sky, Su Jiu and the others separated. Su Jiu and Bai Qianyu formed one camp. In front of them, Su Jiu wove a wall with an energy shield, which could withstand an attack from a High-Rank Battle General.
Another relatively weaker aristocratic disciple also constructed an energy shield in a proper manner, thinking to just aim for a top three finish.
At this time, Hu Yang and Lu Bingyu, who were the most anticipated, began to exchange long-range skills. Amidst the sword light and sword shadows, ice and fire intertwined, constantly emitting huge explosions. They seemed to not care about anyone else, only focusing on their own fight.
“Stay here and don’t wander off, I’m going to get some weaklings.”
With no one bothering her, Su Jiu was pleased. She looked at the aristocratic disciple who was looking around, instructed Bai Qianyu, brought her two fingers together, and walked towards him with a smile.
In the stands, watching Hu Yang and Lu Bingyu’s passionate confrontation, excited screams erupted and resounded through the sky.
“Young Master Yu Bing is so handsome!”
“Hu Yang, chop him for me! I bet everything on you!”
“Go, Junior Schoolmate Su Jiu! My celebration or downfall in the next few days depends on you!”
Many people were cheering for their favorite contestants with all their might. This kind of free-for-all battle was much more watchable than one-on-one matches.
“This kind of free for all is interesting. It not only reflects the students’ combat strength but also fully demonstrates their ability to adapt, intelligence, and mutual game theory. Rushing in blindly will likely not lead to victory,” Lin Tingyu said, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the match below, and speaking to the people around her with emotion.
“Little Tingyu, what you said has some truth to it, but it’s not entirely correct. When the strength is almost equal, brute force is indeed mindless. But if there is a crushing difference in strength, it’s another matter. Being a bit overbearing is not a problem!”
The old man in red robes stroked his beard, then laughed heartily, his gaze full of admiration as he looked at Hu Yang. It seemed he knew something and did not fully agree with Lin Tingyu’s statement.
“Old man, what do you mean?” Dean Yan, hearing the underlying meaning in the former’s words, immediately started to retort, revealing a hint of displeasure in his words, “The Hu Yang you favor is not much better than our academy’s Lu Bingyu. Until now, it’s still a comparison of equal levels, where is the crushing?”
“Haha… See! Lu’s young man is indeed good, but he is still far from being compared to Hu Yang.” The old man in the red robe seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood and did not retort much, his gaze fixed on the competition.
Su Jiu slowly walked into the territory constructed by the aristocratic disciple. With a mere swipe of her two fingers, she easily cut open his hurricane aura, “Sizzle,” she cut it open, and walked closer with the opponent’s fearful eyes, smiling slightly and asking softly, “Jump off the stage yourself, or should I do it?”
The aristocratic disciple was a slightly plump young man, holding a dagger emitting green airflow tightly in his hand. He swallowed slightly and looked at Su Jiu, knowing he was no match for her.
His small eyes trembling slightly, he said with insufficient confidence, “Classmate Su Jiu, why don’t we join forces to deal with the winner among them? Then you guys can take first and second place, and I’ll take third, how about it?”
Su Jiu glanced at the two who were fighting above. As the saying goes, amateurs look at the appearance, while experts look at the essence. Although the two seemed to be using their full strength, they were actually probing each other. They probably hadn’t even used thirty percent of their strength. Besides, they hadn’t even used their beast soldiers.
She withdrew her gaze and still said with a smile, “Not good… Tell me, do you surrender yourself, or shall I give you some dignity?”
“I…”
The little fat man’s small eyes rolled around, and fine sweat dripped from his forehead. Just as he was about to say something else, a “bang” sound of hitting the ground came from behind Su Jiu. The two had actually been knocked down by each other.
He quickly pointed behind Su Jiu and shouted, “Those two are going to attack this way!”
Hearing his voice, Su Jiu raised an eyebrow slightly, moved her body, and casually glanced. She saw that in the dust, blue sword aura and crimson sword light kept flickering. Two figures darted back and forth, and the two had already engaged in close combat, fighting fiercely and being evenly matched.
The violent wind pressure from the fierce battle and the surge of power on that side blew Su Jiu’s black silk into almost a straight line. Only when she lightly tapped with her finger to activate the energy shield did it fall back down…
The aristocratic disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead. Seeing Su Jiu turn around without any defense, his eyes flickered between uncertainty and fluctuation. He looked down at the dagger in his hand again and began to channel energy into the dagger.
Just as Su Jiu narrowed her eyes and looked at the two, she seemed to feel that they were about to get serious when a voice sounded from behind her.
“It’s your own fault for being too careless! Classmate Su Jiu, this third place is mine!”
“Spirit Wind Stab!”
The oppressive strong wind tightly clung the aristocratic disciple’s combat uniform to his stomach. A trace of madness appeared on his face, and he shouted angrily. The dagger in his hand suddenly vibrated, and the green wind energy on it seemed like a venomous green snake, constantly coiling around the dagger—
With the aristocratic disciple’s angry shout, the dagger turned into a green hurricane and ferociously pounced towards Su Jiu’s nape.
“Even if Junior Schoolmate Su Jiu uses her fingernails to block, it will be too late. That fatty is too shameless!”
“Alas… the money is going down the drain. Junior Schoolmate Su Jiu is still too young to be tricked by such petty tricks.”
The members of the White Water Society who were paying attention to Su Jiu on the field instantly became nervous. Some even cursed the fatty for being a rogue, but the next moment, everyone’s voice abruptly stopped, and they all stared in stunned silence.
It was fingernails again, but this time the angle was extremely strange, and the fingernails seemed to have grown longer.
“Clang!”
Su Jiu had one hand on her shoulder, and her slender fingernails exuded a blue light. The green light struck directly onto the lengthened fingernails. The ripples stirred up only made Su Jiu’s hair flutter, and a broken strand of black silk gently fell.
“Boring trick.”
Su Jiu tilted her head slightly and said softly, her gaze plain as she looked at him, but the chilling intent had already flowed into her eyes.
“How is it possible? How could a normal person react? I specifically used wind element acceleration!”
His vicious attack was blocked, and the aristocratic fat man’s face showed a ghostly expression. His arm was repelled, and he was forced to retreat a few steps. His entire arm was numb, as if he hadn’t just hit Su Jiu’s fingernails but a mountain.
He looked at Su Jiu’s back, augly smile appearing on his face. He stuttered and laughed, “It’s all a misunderstanding… Let me explain, it’s really all a misunderstanding!!”
“Are you done? It’s my turn.” Su Jiu smiled coldly, slightly raised her foot, pushed off her left foot, and brought her other foot up with a fierce black spinning kick. The kick caused a violent explosion in the air.
“Bang!”
The aristocratic disciple had no way to defend and could only watch as Su Jiu’s kick flew towards the left. The next moment, he was kicked like a cannonball against the air wall, and his alchemical items didn’t even have time to trigger.
Seeing the opponent’s inability to get off, Su Jiu smiled faintly. Those who played dirty sneak attacks naturally deserved a heavy blow. As for why she didn’t use her fingernails – Su Jiu was afraid the opponent would really die.
The audience outside who were watching Hu Yang and Lu Bingyu’s fight also turned their attention over. Seeing the pathetic state of the little fatty, they looked at Su Jiu with a hint of fear in their eyes, as if this girl was not soft-hearted when it came to dirty moves!
“So what if your strength is better than mine? I have a long sabre that has been beast-transformed by a Demigod descendant, while you use a fine steel long sword, you can only be at a disadvantage.”
Just as Su Jiu withdrew her gaze, Lu Bingyu’s faint laughter came from the two behind her, along with the sound of icy storms. Then, a snowstorm tornado several meters high surged with him at the center.
Su Jiu turned around and this time set up a bloody energy shield, looking towards the center of the storm. A snow-white blade appeared on Lu Bingyu’s right hand.
It was indeed a knife with rather complex inscriptions. The blade was thin and light, and the handle was a piece of ice, much more exquisite than Li Yi’s.
Seeing the knife in Lu Bingyu’s hand, those in the stands who had bet on Hu Yang to win immediately started cursing. In an instant, the two fan favorites started verbally abusing each other…
The White Water Society, which had been the most vocal before, became transparent, as besides themselves, not many people had bet on Su Jiu to win.
Seeing the confident expression on Lu Bingyu’s face, Hu Yang suddenly burst out laughing, a mysterious smile on his lips. He raised his hand towards the sky and shouted.
“Weapon? Sword come!”
Lu Bingyu didn’t quite understand what he meant, but Su Jiu keenly turned her head to look at the spectator stands. She saw in a certain seating area.
A young girl transformed into a crimson stream of light and entered the stage from above the formation. The red stream of light landed steadily in Hu Yang’s hand, and a supremely exquisite crimson flame long sword appeared in his hand.
The next moment, a vast sea of fire erupted behind Hu Yang, with the faint phantom of a blazing lion roaring forward. The flames seemed to engulf everyone on the stage.
“Descendant of a high-grade demon!”
Lu Bingyu stared intently at the crimson flame long sword, his expression looking ugly as he said word by word. The hand holding the ice blade tightened slightly, the fingertips turning pale. It seemed that the blizzard behind him was also briefly halted by the temperature of the crimson flames, becoming less smooth.
The information was wrong—he was going to lose…
At this time, the roles of the spectators outside the arena instantly switched. The supporters of Lu Bingyu, who were previously smug, had their smiles frozen. The supporters of Hu Yang, who were previously downcast, slowly began to smile—this time it was a sure thing!
White Water Society: Silence…
Seemingly satisfied with Lu Bingyu’s expression, Hu Yang contemptuously swept over everyone in the venue, finding them all looking surprised, even confused. After a glance, he stopped at Su Jiu’s face, finding her expression unchanged. He frowned and then mockingly shouted at Su Jiu.
“Little sister, are you scared silly?”
But Su Jiu’s next action puzzled him. Su Jiu gently shook her head, raised one hand lightly, and smiled faintly, “Sword come? I can do that too!”
