19: Chapter 19 Entering the Top Ten

Following Han Ming's victory, the top twenty matches concluded quickly.

Lin Fan, Han Ming, Su Wanning, Zhou Hao, Zhao Feng, Liu Yun, and others advanced without any suspense.

The rules for the top ten matches were the same: the twenty individuals would draw lots for duels; the winners would directly enter the top ten, and the losers would be eliminated.

The results of the draw were announced soon after.

Lin Fan drew number seven, and his opponent was Zhang Han from Class 6, who had a Qi and blood value of 341 and was ranked first in Class 6.

Han Ming drew number three, and his opponent was Li Zhen from Class 2, who had a Qi and blood value of 368 and was ranked second in Class 2.

Su Wanning drew number five, and her opponent was Wang Lei from Class 1, who had a Qi and blood value of 355.

Zhou Hao drew number one, and his opponent was Liu Yang from Class 8, who had a Qi and blood value of 368.

Zhao Feng drew number two, and his opponent was Chen Hao from Class 4, who had a Qi and blood value of 327.

Liu Yun drew number four, and her opponent was Wang Ziwen from Class 3, who had a Qi and blood value of 272.

"Wang Ziwen against Liu Yun? Wang Ziwen is going to be unlucky." Wang Chong gloated from under the stage.

"Indeed. Liu Yun's Wood Element Talent provides extremely strong recovery capabilities. Coupled with the gap in Qi and blood values, Wang Ziwen is bound to lose."

Han Ming glanced at the draw results with no expression.

Wang Ziwen stood in the Class 3 group, his face turning pale. He glanced in Liu Yun's direction and swallowed hard.

Liu Yun was loosening her wrists. Sensing his gaze, she turned back and smiled at him.

In Wang Ziwen's eyes, that smile was no different from the King of Hell beckoning him.

Soon, everyone walked onto their corresponding battle platforms according to their draw numbers. With ten battle platforms, exactly twenty people were dueling to determine the top ten.

The ten battle platforms started fighting simultaneously!

On Battle Platform 1, it was Zhou Hao versus Liu Yang.

Zhou Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant. Opposite him, Liu Yang's face was pale; with a gap of nearly 200 points in their Qi and blood values, this fight was impossible to win.

"Begin!"

Liu Yang gritted his teeth, rushed forward, and threw a punch.

Zhou Hao didn't even move; he just waved his hand casually.

"Bang!"

Liu Yang flew backward and landed directly off the battle platform.

"Zhou Hao wins! He advances to the top ten!"

A cheer erupted from under the stage, but most people's eyes had already turned to Battle Platforms 3 and 7.

On Battle Platform 2, it was Zhao Feng versus Chen Hao.

Chen Hao had a Qi and blood value of 327 and was ranked second in Class 4, so his strength was not weak. As soon as he got on, he launched an offensive, his fists whistling as he threw seven or eight punches in succession.

But Zhao Feng stood in place, unmoving.

"Earth Guardian!"

An earthy-yellow light enveloped his body. When Chen Hao's fists struck, it was like hitting an iron plate, causing his own wrists to ache from the impact.

"It's my turn."

Zhao Feng grabbed Chen Hao's arm and flung him fiercely.

Chen Hao flew directly off the battle platform.

"Zhao Feng wins! He advances to the top ten!"

On Battle Platform 3, it was Han Ming versus Li Zhen.

This was the main event.

Li Zhen was second only to Zhao Feng in Class 2, with a Qi and blood value of 368, a full 60 points higher than the 308 Han Ming had "displayed." Everyone wanted to see how Han Ming would cope.

On the battle platform, Li Zhen had already assumed his stance. His build was lean, his arms were longer than an average person's, and his knuckles were thick; he was clearly an expert in boxing.

"Han Ming." Li Zhen squinted his eyes. "I watched your previous match. Your movement technique is indeed good, but…"

"So much nonsense."

Han Ming directly interrupted his posturing. He himself was so strong and didn't posture; who the hell did this guy think he was?

"You… you're courting death!"

Li Zhen was in the middle of talking enthusiastically, but being interrupted by Han Ming made his expression ugly.

"Begin!"

Before the referee's voice had even faded, Li Zhen had already moved!

His speed was extremely fast; he had rushed in front of Han Ming almost the instant the referee spoke!

"Snake Step!"

Li Zhen's figure twisted like a nimble snake, making it difficult to judge the direction of his attack. He brought his fingers together like a snake's bite and struck straight at Han Ming's throat!

This was his family's Martial Skill, the Snake Seven-Kill Fist, a Medium Grade Yellow Rank technique that he had already cultivated to Minor Achievement, and its power was not to be underestimated.

A chorus of gasps erupted from under the stage.

"So fast!"

"Li Zhen is trying to decide the outcome in one move!"

Han Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shifted his feet lightly.

Wind Shadow Step!

His figure suddenly became blurred, like smoke scattered by the wind.

Li Zhen's snake punch struck empty air, but his reaction was extremely fast. He flipped his wrist, changing the thrust into a sweep, aiming straight for Han Ming's temple!

Han Ming tilted his head to dodge and retreated two steps.

Li Zhen pursued relentlessly; his boxing technique was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, one move after another, each move lethal! Once the Snake Seven-Kill Fist was unleashed, the offensive was continuous, getting faster and faster!

"This Li Zhen… has some real skill," Han Ming thought to himself.

However, he was not panicked. He used the Wind Shadow Step to dodge and weave within a small space; it looked dangerous, but in reality, he was handling it with ease.

Li Zhen attacked over a dozen times, but every move missed, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Just as Li Zhen showed signs of fatigue, Han Ming moved.

His figure instantly vanished from where he stood, and the next second, he appeared in front of Li Zhen!

Li Zhen's pupils constricted, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But Han Ming's speed was too fast.

Mountain Crushing Palm, two-tenths power!

"Bang!"

A palm struck Li Zhen's chest.

Li Zhen let out a muffled groan as he flew backward and landed directly off the battle platform. He struggled to get up, but felt as if his chest had been struck by an iron hammer; his Qi and blood were churning, and he couldn't muster any strength.

"Han Ming wins! He advances to the top ten!"

The crowd under the stage erupted instantly. Many people were shocked by Han Ming's performance and began to discuss it animatedly.

"Isn't Han Ming's Qi and blood only 308? How could he defeat Li Zhen?"

"Don't you see what Martial Skill he's cultivating? It's only reasonable that he could win; I just didn't expect it to be so easy!"

On Battle Platform 4, it was Liu Yun versus Wang Ziwen.

Wang Ziwen stood on the stage, his face pale, his legs trembling.

He wanted to admit defeat directly, but he was afraid of being laughed at by others, so he could only bite the bullet and go up.

"Boom!"

Without any suspense, the moment the referee teacher shouted "Begin," he flew backward.

"Liu Yun wins! She advances to the top ten!"

With Wang Ziwen's defeat, the battles on the other platforms also drew to a close.

With this, the top ten were all determined.

Class 1: Zhou Hao

Class 2: Zhao Feng

Class 3: Lin Fan, Han Ming, Su Wanning

Class 4: Liu Yun

Class 5: Sun Hai

Class 6: Chen Fei

Class 7: Zhang Han

Class 8: Qian Duoduo

The ten individuals stood before the rostrum, waiting for the final ranking matches.

The top ten list was released, and the entire arena was in an uproar.

In the Class 3 group, Teacher Li Jian was so excited he almost jumped up. He adjusted his glasses and looked at the ten figures in front of the rostrum, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

In the top ten, their Class 3 occupied three spots!

Since the founding of Third Martial Arts High School, this had never happened before!

"Old Li, you're something else!" Class 5 teacher Zhao Gang walked over, slapped Teacher Li Jian on the shoulder, and said sourly, "Three top ten spots in one class? Are you trying to go to heaven?"

Teacher Li Jian was beaming, looking very proud, and waved his hand with feigned modesty:

"Not at all, not at all. It's all because the students themselves are striving. As their class teacher, I just put in a little more effort than usual."

"A little more effort?"

Class 2 teacher Liu Weiming gave a disdainful sneer: "Old Li, stop pretending. Lin Fan is a dark horse, and even you don't know the true strength of that kid Han Ming, right? You just stepped in dog shit luck!"

"Hehe… luck is also a part of strength."

Teacher Li Jian didn't mind and pushed up his glasses, chuckling.

The expressions of the surrounding class teachers were not very good. Especially the Class 6 teacher; their student Chen Fei had barely squeezed into the top ten and was ranked last. Compared to Class 3's three spots, it was embarrassing to even face anyone.

At this moment, Principal Wang Yang's voice came from the rostrum:

"The top ten have been determined. Next, we will conduct the draw for the ranking matches!"

Staff members brought out the draw box, and the ten individuals stepped forward one by one.

Soon, the results of the draw were out.

Lin Fan VS Qian Duoduo

Zhou Hao VS Zhang Han

Zhao Feng VS Chen Fei

Liu Yun VS Sun Hai

Han Ming VS Su Wanning

As soon as the last pair of results came out, the whole arena was in an uproar.

"Han Ming against Su Wanning? This is interesting!"

"Indeed! Who in Third Martial Arts High School doesn't know that Han Ming likes Su Wanning? Do you think he will go easy on her?"

Su Wanning also heard the students' discussion, and her gaze towards Han Ming was complex. She bit her lip, not knowing what she was thinking.

Han Ming was expressionless; he just glanced at the match-up table and walked to the side to close his eyes and rest.

"Go easy on her? You're overthinking it."

"That was the previous body's business; what does it have to do with me, Han Ming?"

"A simp? Whoever wants to be one can be one."