novel bin Chapter 69 The Final Battle
Chapter 69 The Final Battle
Once in the car, Jiang Feng didn't make a show of sitting next to Fang Ruo; instead, he chose a seat directly behind her.
As soon as he sat down, he telepathically said, "Give it to me."
Fang Ruo in the front seat trembled slightly, but did not move immediately.
Once all the students outside had gathered and were preparing to get onto the bus, Jiang Feng urged again, "Teacher Fang, hurry up!"
Fang Ruo gritted her teeth, feeling extremely humiliated, and reluctantly took out a ring, handing it over through the gap beside the chair.
Jiang Feng quickly took it.
He was overjoyed when he enveloped his consciousness in it.
Inside the storage space, a total of 350 million Star Sea Coins and more than 20 bottles of gleaming purified water were arranged one by one, giving people an ultimate sense of the beauty of money.
"Now..." Fang Ruo subconsciously wanted to open her mouth to speak, but reacted in time.
"Is it okay now?" She could only switch to telepathy, her voice filled with barely concealed frustration.
"Mm." Jiang Feng smiled faintly, thinking to himself, "Teacher Fang, I'll look for you again another time. No need to trouble you today."
Fang Ruo did not respond.
Because he was sitting behind her, Jiang Feng couldn't see her interesting expression, but he figured it probably wasn't very good.
A moment later, the students and their advisors got on the bus one after another, and the two stopped talking.
In no time, the hovercar returned to No. 13 Middle School.
The original school training ground has been completely rearranged after a day. At its center stands a massive arena. Similarly, a fence covered with runes surrounds the arena.
"After the eight of you draw lots, today will be over." Fang Ruo's voice returned to its usual aloofness. "Go back and rest early afterward."
As the tutor of the special class, she naturally didn't have much psychological burden about who would be the top student in this month's exam, since it would be in their class anyway.
Five people, including Jiang Feng, agreed to leave.
Eight people compete in a 3-round format. One person only needs to win three rounds to become the winner of this assessment!
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the large screen behind the arena lit up, and the names and images of the eight people appeared on it, being drawn into a lottery process.
"Beep beep beep—"
The drawing of lots begins.
The first thing that pops up on the right side of the screen is Jiang Feng's name.
And his first opponent is... Zhang Cheng!
Standing to the side of the group, Zhang Cheng's expression changed.
"Damn it, you guys should just draw lots for me already!" Zhang Cheng cursed inwardly for a moment, then gave a wry smile of relief.
It looks like these 8 teams are going to be eliminated in the first round.
The only consolation is that the seven eliminated contestants will receive a consolation prize from the school, so their status as one of the top eight doesn't seem too weak.
The screen flashed, and the lottery continued.
"Zhang Ruanruan... Ding Xiuqi... Guo Chun..."
Three minutes later, the draw was completed, and all eight players had their opponents for the first round determined.
The atmosphere in the room became lively again.
Discussions about the contestants arose one after another, with several questions specifically targeting Jiang Feng.
"Jiang Feng is playing against Zhang Cheng in the first match. Heh, how come this guy is so lucky? He actually got to play against the weakest opponent." Someone said sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah, if he had faced Ding Xiuqi and his group in the first round, he probably would have been eliminated immediately."
"Haha, that's why he's lucky."
These are all voices of jealousy.
It's only natural for students to have such thoughts. It's like when everyone is at the bottom of the class, but you suddenly surge ahead and leave everyone far behind before they can even react.
How can anyone accept such a disparity?
In order to relieve the pressure and panic deep inside, making sarcastic remarks becomes a natural thing to do.
However, some people in the crowd also spoke out in support of Jiang Feng.
"What a joke! In just a few days, I, Jiang Zi, have become a martial artist at the fifth... or even sixth level of Body Tempering, and I've even advanced to the Spirit Bone realm in Jiang City. Do you really think he'd lose?"
Huang Zhaoqi, who hadn't seen Jiang Feng for a long time, mocked:
"Besides, Jiang Zi is a local of Lancheng, and even more broadly, a Donglin native. It's one thing for you not to support him, but to join in mocking him is truly a bunch of traitors!"
He started with the old-fashioned playing style.
Upon hearing this, the man's face flushed red, and he retorted, "What... what did Mu Qiang do wrong? Besides, they're just representing themselves in this kind of competition, why elevate it to the level of a planet?"
"Tch." Lin Lu joined the fray, "Even if it's true, as you say, that Jiang Feng's strength is definitely not any less than Ding Xiuqi's! I think you're just blatantly jealous!"
The man, touched on a sore spot, disregarded whether Lin Lu was male or female and angrily said:
"What? You mean Ding Xiuqi will be in the top eight?"
Lin Lu glared at the other person, put her hands on her hips and was about to retort when she saw Fang Yuan walk out with a dark face.
"Stop arguing!" he said, feigning anger. "It's one thing for you to discuss this in private, but we're in the school's training ground right now! What kind of behavior is this?!"
Seeing this, both sides had no choice but to give up in frustration.
The eight people who were going to participate in the competition had already left the school's martial arts field. For them, it was the right thing to do to rest and recover their strength so that they could face tomorrow's final assessment in top form.
.......
Back home, Jiang Feng took a shower and, unusually, didn't cultivate; he went straight to bed.
I'm so tired today.
Not only did he stack 123 passive layers, but he also fought Fang Ruo and, in the end, exhausted a great deal of his mental energy, had all his memories of her forcibly inserted into his body.
Now that he's relaxed, he suddenly feels dizzy and extremely sleepy.
Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep.
Thinking this, he fell into a deep sleep.
I slept without any dreams.
The next morning at 9 a.m., at the school's martial arts arena, on the fighting stage.
Jiang Feng, who slept for a full 14 hours last night, felt refreshed and full of energy, with his vast blood and qi as vigorous as an angry dragon.
His eyes lit up slightly as he looked at his classmate named Zhang Cheng.
Game start.
Zhang Cheng knew he was no match for Jiang Feng, so he immediately used his mastered Xuan-rank low-grade martial skill, "Azure Vine Force".
A pale blue aura enveloped his entire body, with layers of energy intertwined like vines, endlessly regenerating yet possessing an extreme sense of weight.
"Jiang Feng, you're here!"
Zhang Cheng shouted loudly, suddenly exerted force with his feet, and piled up the energy in his palm, blasting towards Jiang Feng!
Faced with this fierce attack, Jiang Feng neither dodged nor avoided it. Under everyone's watchful eyes, his knee slowly sank down.
He took a deep breath, his blood surging, and slowly raised his right arm from his waist, drawing a perfect arc with his shoulder as the axis.
In an instant, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly exerted force in his waist and hips, condensing his blood and qi into streams of true fire, which gathered in his right fist.
"drink!"
He also shouted loudly, and a muffled thud exploded. His fist, imbued with the power of a fire dragon, shot out straight like a cannonball. The wind from his fist was so fierce that it slightly distorted the air within three feet in front of him, and a scorching wave of air rushed straight towards Zhang Cheng.
The fist and palm collided with a loud crash. In the instant of contact, Zhang Cheng felt the force in the palm dissipate in an instant. The fist, which was still carrying the power of fire, had not dissipated and slammed into him the next moment.
"Snap!"
The protective chains of the Yuanji Chain snapped instantly, and before Zhang Cheng could do anything, he was sent flying out of the arena like a kite with a broken string.
Jiang Feng remained calm, then withdrew his fist, saluted, turned around, and left.
The first match ended quickly with a single punch from him.