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On the side of the Ciaran Academy, Lin Butong instructed the sixth academy in a low voice.
"Ah! Principal, that kid doesn't seem to have much strength. It's too embarrassing for me to lose like this." Number Six Wu Shan grumbled in dissatisfaction.
He was at the third level of Star Spirit Stage, but Qin Zheng looked like he was only at the first level of Star Spirit Stage. If he lost even like that, that would be too embarrassing.
Lin Butong frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "Then, go all out and fight."
"Hehe, good!" Wu Shan nodded in satisfaction.
It was a pity that he couldn't watch the show.
Lin Butong was a little regretful, he looked at Lian Zhicheng beside him, and a ray of light flashed past his eyes.
He had originally planned to tie with Jiu Muli in the sixth match, and force Jiu Muli onto the stage so that Lian Zhicheng could kill him thoroughly with no future troubles at all.
But in order to be safe, he chose not to take the risk and allowed Wu Shan to go all out. Victory was of utmost importance to the Ciaran Academy and this concerned his future.
The Ranking Tournament was held once every ten years. If one really loses due to carelessness this time, then in the next ten years, Ciaran Academy would be driven out of the Three Mortal Heavens and into his current state. This was something he did not wish to see, and was also something the entire academy did not wish to see.
Moreover, if Zhongzhou Academy was given ten years of time to develop in the Three Mortal Heavens, then the consequences would be unimaginable.
Although he felt that Jiu Muli did not have any hope of surviving when he was in Lian Zhicheng's hands, he would rather choose to grasp victory in his hands first. That way, no matter what, killing Jiu Muli would be a piece of cake.
"Number Six, come up and accept your death!"
Wu Shan did not think as much as Lin Butong, but now that he made his sixth move, his opponent was only at the first level of Star Spirit Stage, in his eyes, his opponent was just a little chicken. Furthermore, if he won this battle, it would definitely attract the attention of the entire Ciaran Academy, and he might even soar into the sky.
How could he give up such a great opportunity!
Seeing that Wu Shan's cultivation was the lowest in the entire Ciaran Academy, but with the arrogant look on his face, many of the students in the Zhongzhou Academy shouted angrily.
"You ants, shut up. That brat, come up and accept your death!"
Wu Shan did not care about it at all, he was extremely arrogant, as though Qin Zheng was his meal in his plate.
You don't even have eyes, where did your courage come from?
Jiu Muli was a little speechless, she had seen too many arrogant people, but she did not even have good eyesight, to dare be so arrogant, this was the first time she had seen such a weirdo.
Qin Zheng's expression was still indifferent, but only the few students of the Zhongzhou Academy knew, that although this guy had a face of death, his strength was ridiculous.
"Go."
The dean looked at Qin Zheng, but didn't say anything unnecessary. All he did was speak with a heavy tone, which was obvious to everyone.
After three consecutive injuries and defeat, he was obviously in a bad mood.
Qin Zheng glanced at Jiu Muli, and without wasting any time, he took a few steps forward, and instantly arrived at the stage.
"Brat, go and die!"
Seeing Qin Zheng appearing, Wu Shan shouted crazily. A green Star Soul appeared above his head and a blue halo began to flash faintly. His body moved, and a hot flaming blade suddenly appeared in his hand, chopping down towards Qin Zheng's head.
Qin Zheng remained expressionless, and without any movement, he raised his hand and pointed at Wu Shan.
"Chi!"
A ray of ice arrow with bone-piercing cold aura shot out from Qin Zheng's fingertip!
Clang!
The clanging of metals resounded, Wu Shan's flaming blade was instantly sliced into pieces by the ice arrow.
"Eh?"
Wu Shan's expression changed, he did not expect this unremarkable opponent, number six, to casually point his finger, and the ice arrow that erupted unexpectedly had such strength, causing his face to turn serious.
However, without waiting for him to think, numerous ice arrow immediately condensed in front of Qin Zheng, turned into a cold sword aura, and rushed towards Wu Shan from all directions.
"So many!"
Wu Shan jumped in fright. His face was a little pale as he hurriedly used his movement technique to dodge.
Qin Zheng's face was still calm, but there was a playful look in his eyes, with a step forward, he suddenly disappeared from his original position, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Wu Shan.
Boom!
With the eruption of his powerful cultivation, Qin Zheng did not hesitate at all and slapped his head with his palm!
So fast!
Wu Shan's face paled. He knew this sixth opponent was no pushover, and a chill ran down his spine. Without a second thought, he struck out with his fist as well.
Bang!
Qin Zheng's body was still unmoving, but Wu Shan's body was also fiercely lowered.
Ah!
Accompanied by an earth-shaking scream, Wu Shan fell to his knees. The bones in his knees were shattered, and blood flowed out.
"Hiss, so strong!"
"He actually crushed Wu Shan so hard that he can't even stand!"
"How are they not able to stand? They clearly used too much strength, even their knees were shattered from the impact."
Everyone could not help but exclaim in surprise, the power behind Qin Zheng's palm, was enough to cause people to be afraid at the bottom of their hearts.
However, Qin Zheng turned a blind eye to this, the ice arrow appeared on his fingertips once again, bringing along a bone-piercing chill as it went straight for Wu Shan's shoulders.
"Go to hell!"
Wu Shan's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He had to bear the pain and quickly retreat.
However, the ice arrow was faster, and just as he thought about it, he felt a bone-piercing pain from both of his shoulders, as if it was completely pierced through by the ice arrow.
In the distance, the spectating students were all happy, they applauded Qin Zheng's vicious methods.
On the other hand, on the Ciaran Academy's side, Lin Butong's face had become completely gloomy. He never would have thought that this inconspicuous young lad who followed beside Jiu Muli would actually have such a cultivation level.
Only the Principal and Qin Zheng, as well as a few disciples of the Inner Academy, were indifferent. They had long seen how strong Qin Zheng was, and if he was not that strong, it would be weird if he was.
Furthermore, they firmly believed that the current Qin Zheng had not used his full strength, especially the Principal and Jiu Muli. They felt that Qin Zheng was simply teasing the other party on purpose.
No matter how others thought, Qin Zheng's movements on the Battlestage did not slow down in the slightest. The ice arrow s, his palms, combined with his ghostly movements made Wu Shan unable to retaliate at all.
"Damn it, damn it, how can this guy be so strong!"
Wu Shan was so angry that he wanted to spit out blood. He also had a wordless fear in his heart. However, no matter how he struggled, it was useless. He was unable to even grab the edge of his opponent's clothes.
Pow!
Qin Zheng struck out with his palm again, accompanied by a sharp scream, Wu Shan's right sleeve instantly exploded, and all the bones in his shoulder instantly shattered.
"This round …"
Seeing that, Lin Butong anxiously said.
However, just as he spat out those three words, before he could finish, Qin Zheng's body flashed strangely and instantly caught up to Wu Shan, both of his palms striking out.
Bang!
Wu Shan's body was instantly swatted away.
Qin Zheng stopped in his tracks.
"We admit defeat!"
As soon as Lin Butong finished speaking, he saw Wu Shan stuck to the ground like a dead dog, not moving an inch. His face was ashen, and he bellowed: "Junior, how dare you!"
"Dean Lin, please calm your anger. Both parties are engaged in combat and are unable to withdraw their hands. Injuries are unavoidable." The dean spoke with an ice-cold tone, completely returning what Lin Butong had just said to the other party.
"You!"
Lin Butong was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and said hatefully: "Good, very good."
The bones in his knees had shattered, his shoulders had been penetrated, and his four limbs had practically been shattered. Even more terrifying was that with Qin Zheng's last palm strike, he had almost shattered all the profound vein in Qin Zheng's body, and had completely become a cripple.
Ruthless!
This was too cruel!
When everyone saw Wu Shan's miserable state, they sucked in a breath of cold air. Seeing Qin Zheng's gaze, they were incomparably afraid, especially the current Qin Zheng whose expression was extremely calm, as if this matter did not concern him, causing them to feel a chill down their spines.
The sixth round, Zhongzhou Academy wins!
The score between the two academies once again reached 3-3.
"Damn it, how is he not poisoned!"
Tianting Yue, who was looking forward to the Zhongzhou Academy's defeat, did not expect that Qin Zheng would actually win so easily. For a moment, his heart was filled with anger and he could not figure out what was going on.
The pill she consumed, along with the wooden cotton, was a poison that could kill. She was confident that other than the dean, that kind of expert, no other student would be able to escape from her.
Unexpectedly, the poison numbers three to five had no effect on Qin Zheng, causing him to be extremely angry.
"No rush, it will soon be Jiu Muli's turn."
Tianting Yue quickly comforted himself as the viciousness in his eyes was incomparably thick.
Qin Zheng quickly stepped down from the stage. Regarding this, the dean only nodded his head and did not say anything else to encourage him. There was no need to say anything else.
On the other hand, Jiu Muli laughed: "This is great, I am venting my anger."
"Right." Qin Zheng did not mind.
Qin Zheng's victory also meant that Jiu Muli was about to fight, and his opponent was indeed the strongest student in Ciaran Academy, Lian Zhicheng at the third level of Star Profound Stage.
"Disciple, if you really want to go up, then you won't be weak and admit defeat, right?" The dean pondered for a moment before sighing.
Hearing that, Jiu Muli knew that the Principal had good intentions, and laughed: "It's alright Master, don't worry, I won't lose."
No matter what, she had to go up in this battle. Although being in the third level of Star Profound Stage made her look powerful, to her, she could still fight.
Although there was a difference of two great stage between the cultivations of the Three Great Star Soul s, Jiu Muli did not feel that it was all insurmountable.
"You really want to go?"
The dean frowned, then looked at Qin Zheng and said, "Come and advise."
Under the pressure, the Principal threw the bag to Qin Zheng, but Qin Zheng shook his head and replied, "There's no harm." As he spoke, he nodded towards Jiu Muli.
Jiu Muli smiled. In the end, Qin Zheng was the only one who knew her strength and the person she understood the most was also Qin Zheng.
"It's my turn!"
At Ciaran Academy's place, Lian Zhicheng snorted coldly and grinned.
"Go ahead and finish it as soon as possible." Lin Butong nodded, and their gazes met, and they both secretly nodded.
Lian Zhicheng's body moved, and landed on the Battlestage in an instant, looking at Jiu Muli with an arrogant expression: "Number 7, hurry up and come to your death."
"Humph!"
Jiu Muli's killing intent surged out from the bottom of his heart, he moved, and steadily stood in front of Lian Zhicheng.