pjbooks Chapter 1215 - 1209: Battle of Honor (Part 2)
Chapter 1215 - 1209: Battle of Honor (Part 2)
The final round is here.
"Do you think it’s Mo Wu against Chen Yun?"
Long Qingxuan had returned for some time now and had gained some understanding of the strengths of the students from each academy.
Apart from the few students he brought along and some of the Second-class students who hadn’t arrived yet, the strongest ones this time were likely these two; their overall strength and combat skills were not to be underestimated.
With cultivation like theirs, they could stand firm even in the Taichang Holy Institute.
"One is Mo Wu, Chen Yun has already been defeated, and the other is a student from the Spirit Institute."
The student hurried to deliver the message, and without saying much more, bowed, then went off to send the message.
Why are people from the Spirit Institute attending the Martial Arts Academy’s practical combat class?
Long Qingxuan knew the rules of Qingtian Academy and was slightly surprised.
"I just knew that the practical combat classes at Qingtian Academy were not well-regulated. Anyone can attend. The cultivation habits of the Spirit Martial Academy differ. Mixing them together in classes is rather unorthodox."
A Taichang Holy Institute student complained.
"If Chen Yun can’t even defeat a student from a C-class academy like Qingtian Academy, I suppose the Flying Scorpion Women’s College is not much after all."
The other Taichang Holy Institute students shook their heads.
"Before our departure, what did I remind you all about? Have you forgotten?"
Long Qingxuan looked at the students.
He usually spoke gently and rarely got angry, but his glance silenced the students, showing that Long Qingxuan commanded quite a bit of authority among them.
"We dare not forget, Supervisor, you said that we must be humble and not remain complacent."
The students hurriedly replied.
"There are always bigger mountains, and greater talents beyond oneself. At the Taichang Holy Institute, you always consider yourselves prodigies. Perhaps the Taichang Holy Institute is supreme in the Eastern Continent, but outside of it, you’ll discover a world full of experts. Even I am but a small drop in the ocean."
Long Qingxuan instructed.
"Supervisor’s teaching is right."
The Taichang Holy Institute students nodded in agreement.
"Let’s go have a look; I’m curious to see who that Spirit Institute student is."
Precisely because he was familiar with the rules at Qingtian Academy, Long Qingxuan was curious as to when Qingtian Academy produced a Xuanwu Practitioner.
The reason Spirit Institute students don’t participate in Martial Arts Academy’s combat classes isn’t that Spirit Art is inferior to Cultivation Technique.
It’s because the use and cultivation of Spirit Art, even the rules for combat, differ from those of the Martial Arts Academy.
In routine combat, martial artists facing martial artists and spiritual practitioners facing spiritual practitioners clearly aid in the growth of the students.
For a Spirit Institute student to partake in the Martial Arts Academy’s practical combat class, it must be because the individual understands Cultivation Technique and has considerable cultivation in it; otherwise, there’s no way they’d make it to the final round.
Mind you, this is a practical combat class among old students.
In the cultivation field, Mo Wu and Xin Lin each took a position.
Xin Lin’s feet moved, and Mo Wu made his move!
His figure swayed for a moment, incredibly fast.
The students present barely saw his movements.
In an instant, he appeared right in front of Xin Lin, punching out with a move. His boxing was a Xuan-grade mid-grade technique, the Bengshan Fist.
The punch was true to its name; when thrown, it was like a mountain crashing down.
The fierce True Qi, the raging fist wind, crashed with a boom, striking right at Xin Lin’s Life Gate.
The punch was like thunder, like a sudden flash; it was impossible to parry.
So fast!
Lu Yuan and the others held their breath.
At this moment, Mo Wu was even faster than before!
His moves were also more ruthless.
Everyone’s mind held only one thought: Xin Lin was in trouble this time.
Only Chen Yun on the side smirked derisively.
She had experienced Xin Lin’s special Cultivation Technique before.