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Xu Jun's eyes narrowed slightly.
Tang Le's staff was not provided by the organizer, but his own personal weapon.
This weapon... is poisonous!
I don't know what was put on top, but it reflected light really well.
Once it was wielded, under the countless lights of the martial arts arena, it instantly burst forth with countless dazzling rays of light.
The audience in the stands would only find it dazzling, radiant, and amusing.
However, those who have fought Deng Le would never think so.
That countless dazzling lights, unexpectedly, carried a strange pressure, making Xu Jun's eyelids seem to tingle and ache slightly.
There are countless martial arts styles in the world, each with its own unique and profound mysteries.
This is the first time Xu Jun has encountered such a situation.
If you're truly a novice, even if your skill level surpasses your opponent's, you'll still be fumbling around for a while.
But Xu Jun was different, he was truly different.
He doesn't have much experience sparring with others, especially those at the innate level. His experience fighting them is practically nonexistent.
But Xu Jun, the young man from another world, was different.
Every day, he has a congenital sparring partner. Although he is beaten to tears by the little guy, he is still diligent and hardworking, enjoying it very much.
Therefore, Xiao Xu Jun's experience is not only sufficient but also very rich, perhaps even too rich.
Then Xu Jun is the same!
Thus, Xu Jun closed his eyes.
Under Jianxin's clear perception, Deng Le's every move was under his observation. The seemingly countless shadows of the staff and the reflected light held no mystery anymore.
Xu Jun's blood surged, and he felt a surge of power within him, wanting to unleash his full strength.
Ten birds became a formation, then he swung open Deng Le's long staff and impulsively thrust his sword into his throat.
As Deng Le was surging upwards, he suddenly felt a strong, indescribable sense of terror.
It was as if an unparalleled horror demon had set its sights on him, eager to devour him in one gulp.
As a congenital martial artist, I already have a certain sixth sense, especially when I am about to encounter danger, I will more or less have that feeling.
Just like a small animal in the animal kingdom, feeling the gaze of a predator.
He tried his best to overcome the fear in his heart, but when he made his move, he still hesitated for a moment. The long staff that came out could no longer attack with all his might, instead, he held back some strength, ready to switch from offense to defense at any time.
"Tsk..."
With a flash before his eyes, Xu Jun finally drew his sword.
Amongst the countless shadows and crisscrossing beams of light, a sudden flash of white brilliance appeared.
This radiance was unassuming, like a small boat amidst raging waves, barely managing to stay afloat.
It seems that only a slight increase in the shadow's strength would be enough to completely shatter this glimmer of light at any moment.
Below the stage, a thin middle-aged man watched silently.
His eyebrows furrowed abruptly, and he said, "Xu Jun seems quite young."
A man in his thirties whispered to him, "Principal, I've checked the information. Xu Jun is a student, a high school senior this year."
“Is he still a student”
This man is Wang Daxuan, the principal of Zixia City No. 1 Middle School, and he is also the only cultivator-level principal in the Zixia City education system.
Although he was only a part-time and titular headmaster, one who never dealt with official business, the title still belonged to him.
And surrounding him was his secretary, nephew Wang Yiling.
Wang Yiling glanced at the stage, but immediately withdrew his gaze because he couldn't tell who was winning at all: "Yes, he's a senior from Grade 3 of High School."
With a slight nod, Wang Dachuan smiled and said, "Such a good prospect, how did he end up in the hands of No. 3 Middle School Hey, those people in the admissions office are really useless."
Wang Yiling immediately shut his mouth and pretended he hadn't heard.
Wang Dachuan thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "You arrange it and see if this kid is interested in coming to our school."
Wang Yiling was taken aback for a moment and said, "Yes, Principal. Do we need to use funds from special provisions"
For the sake of its own strength, a school's practice of poaching talent from other institutions is commonplace.
Whether it's a teacher or a student, as long as it's beneficial to him, Wang Dachuan will never be stingy or polite.
But generally speaking, high school seniors from other schools are no longer worth their while.
Because this way of eating is too unsightly.
And, wanting to recruit a high school senior and enticing a kid just out of middle school is a completely different ball game.
To make the other party willingly come over, ordinary conditions are definitely not enough.
Wang Dachuan pondered for a moment, then said: "Tell them, within the conditions of one million, let them name their price."
"Yes."
Wang Yiling glanced at the stage again, but he couldn't see how that boy was worth one million.
To be able to withstand Deng Le's attacks for so long and not get beaten to death with a single blow, that's truly quite a skill. There's even a possibility that he might have advanced to the Xiantian realm.
But, are there any students lacking from birth in the elementary school
It really isn't lacking.
The number of students in the first grade has already exceeded ten.
They all came from wealthy families and received martial arts resources that ordinary people couldn't even imagine from a young age.
Although such a cultivation method has some negative impacts on the ultimate path to opening the heavens, since they were born with innate talent, these people have a high probability of entering the Ten Great Academies.
And their real trump card, is the disciples of cultivators!
Although things were a little different this year and there were some minor mishaps.
But the depth and richness of No. 1 High School are definitely beyond comparison to No. 3 High School.
Unless it was the principal's order, Wang Yiling would definitely not worry about this.
On the stage, Xu Jun didn't know that his appearance this time had caught the attention of a certain big shot.
He brandished his sword,
leading Deng Le's staff like a dog on a leash.
Although Xu Jun's situation seemed precarious, in reality, Deng Le had been complaining incessantly.
He seemed to be caught in an invisible net, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.
Several times, he wanted to break out of his circle, but a vague sense of crisis always lingered in his mind, preventing him from doing such an irrational thing.
Suddenly, Deng Le heard a voice coming from his opponent's mouth.
"290, 291, 292..."
What is Xu Jun doing
Are there any more to count
Suddenly, Deng Le's mind flashed with an idea.
No way!
Just when he was so angry that a Buddha could be born and another ascend to heaven, Xu Jun finally counted to "300".
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
A continuous, piercing clang of swords suddenly rang out amidst countless shadowy staffs.
Deng Le's figure suddenly stilled, and he felt the qi and blood within his body surging wildly, as if it was no longer under his control.
Then, with a loose grip, the long staff flew into the sky.
When the sword light flashed before his eyes, Xu Jun retreated three steps and stood with his sword sheathed.
But Deng Le's shirt had a new tear across the chest.
"Thunder Martial Arts Hall, Xu Jun wins."
The audience was in an uproar.
Wang Dachuan suddenly smiled and said, "What an interesting child, Yiling."
"That's it."
Tell them to dig harder, three hundred... no, five million within. Bring it to me.
"Oh, yes, Principal."
(End of Chapter)
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