31: Chapter 31 Zhuo Jida VS Cheng Men

"Dear audience! And those in front of your phone screens! And TV screens!"

"Good morning, everyone!"

The official commentator's passionate voice rang out, and bursts of excited cheers erupted at the same time.

Inside the official livestream, countless bullet comments flew by; everyone was looking forward to the real highlight of this Joint Exam!

"Today! We will welcome the third battle of this Joint Exam!"

"These eight contestants are, without exception, the unparalleled prodigies of my Luo City. Even if they lose in this battle, they can still represent Luo City to compete in the Provincial Joint Examination!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and start! Start!"

"Exactly! We're here to watch the competition between geniuses! Not to listen to you ramble!"

The official commentator's voice was even drowned out by the audience's impatient shouts. He smiled helplessly, and in the next second, he announced the official start of today's quarterfinals!

"Then I won't ramble anymore!"

"Now, let us witness the contestants of today's first match!"

On the big screen, the remaining eight numbers began to flash rapidly, eventually settling on No. 1 and No. 5.

"Cheng Men! Cheng Men! Cheng Men!"

The students of No. 1 High School began to cheer vigorously, and the lead teacher even started waving a flag himself.

"Zhuo the Second! Zhuo the Second!"

The students of Experimental Martial Arts High School were not to be outdone; someone even pulled a megaphone out of their crotch.

Zhuo Jida's face turned black. Couldn't these jerks stop shouting his nickname in public?

It was embarrassing...

"Zhuo Jida, don't be nervous, just perform normally."

Teacher Wu patted Zhuo Jida on the shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Don't worry, I will try my best to probe the upper limit of that kid Cheng Men's Energy Absorption."

Zhuo Jida patted the two daggers at his waist, having already prepared to pave the way for Su Qingyue.

Those two weapons were called daggers, but they were actually more like short blades.

When the two stood on the ring, the cheers in the arena stopped instantly.

Cheng Men scanned Zhuo Jida with an exceptionally arrogant gaze and shook his head with some disappointment.

"I hope you can let me experience the joy of battle."

"Is that so?"

Zhuo Jida raised an eyebrow. He had heard that Cheng Men liked to act arrogant, but he didn't expect him to take it to this extent.

Both were seventeen or eighteen-year-old youths with explosive tempers, and this completely ignited Zhuo Jida's fighting spirit.

"I'll try to give you some 'electrotherapy' today, and modify your fancy blades!"

Drawing his two pale golden short blades, Zhuo Jida's whole body crackled with lightning. This was the most basic application of Ion Control: Ionization.

"Are both contestants ready?"

The referee stood between the two, and the air was filled with a thick smell of gunpowder and the scent of electrolyzed oxygen.

"Ready!"

Zhuo Jida responded loudly, while Cheng Men just gave a faint "Mm."

"Take your positions!"

"Ready!"

Everyone held their breath, intending to witness this wonderful battle.

"Start!"

The moment the voice fell, the lightning on Zhuo Jida exploded, and he rushed toward Cheng Men like a bolt of lightning.

"Scorpion Tail Sting!"

That pair of short blades pierced toward Cheng Men's vital points like poisonous stingers!

The tips of the blades flashed with high-temperature ions; even steel would be pierced through by this strike!

This was the terrifying aspect of a Talent-based Martial Artist; an Ascetic Martial Artist would need to reach at least the Fourth Grade to possess such destructive power!

Yet, Zhuo Jida, a First-Grade Martial Artist, could easily do it; this was the gap between a Talent-based Martial Artist and an Ascetic Martial Artist!

However, such an attack was not without a price. After all, the foundation of all talents in this world required Qi and blood to drive them!

Driving a talent meant burning Qi and blood, which was also the biggest weakness of high-burst martial artists like Zhuo Jida.

No stamina!

Clang! Clang!

Crisp collision sounds rang out. There wasn't a single injury on Cheng Men; even his clothes were intact.

It seemed as if the high-temperature ions were completely ineffective against him.

Zhuo Jida was not surprised by this situation. His only goal in this battle was to dig out the upper limit of Cheng Men's Energy Absorption!

Lightning flashed on the ring, and Zhuo Jida's Qi and blood burned crazily as if it were worthless.

At this moment, he had reached a state of giving it his all, but Cheng Men still stood in the center of the ring like a statue.

No matter how he attacked, he couldn't shake even a corner of Cheng Men's clothes!

"Damn it, this is disgusting!"

The Qi and blood in Zhuo Jida's body were becoming less and less, his speed gradually slowed down, and his face became somewhat pale.

"Out of energy?"

Cheng Men looked at Zhuo Jida, who was gradually stopping, his eyes full of mockery.

"Is that it?"

"You still want to probe my upper limit?"

"How ridiculous!"

Zhuo Jida gritted his teeth. If he exploded with full force, he could last at most two minutes.

A minute and a half had already passed. If there was no effect, he would really lose face!

At least, at the very least, he had to leave a wound on him!

With the determination of a desperate strike, Zhuo Jida concentrated all his remaining Qi and blood onto the tips of his blades.

Sizzling currents passed through the short blades, and brilliant sparks flashed on the ring.

Bang!

Small cracks appeared on the ring under Zhuo Jida's feet, and his Achilles tendons let out a miserable roar.

"Space-Splitting Sting!"

In an instant, Zhuo Jida disappeared from where he was, leaving only a scorched trail along his path.

Clang!

Another crisp sound. Zhuo Jida stared fixedly at the mocking youth in front of him.

"Screw you..."

"Get down."

Cheng Men slowly raised his right hand and slapped Zhuo Jida in the face.

Boom!

After a loud noise, Zhuo Jida's head was directly embedded into the concrete ring, and he had no more sound.

The referee immediately climbed onto the ring and shook his head after checking Zhuo Jida's condition.

"The winner of this match! Cheng Men!"

The cheers from No. 1 High School hit like a mountain tsunami, while the expressions of Experimental Martial Arts High School were quite ugly.

But no one blamed Zhuo Jida, because everyone knew that Cheng Men's talent was simply too perverted.

Even Su Qingyue... the probability of defeating him was minimal.

Cheng Men glanced at Chen Mo, who was resting with his eyes closed in the rest area, and wanted to say something but was called down by the Principal of No. 1 High School.

"Don't provoke others next time; we were complained about before."

"A bunch of losers who can't afford to lose."

Cheng Men snorted coldly and sat on his sofa with some dissatisfaction.

Feeling his slightly stinging heart, a fleeting moment of gravity appeared on Cheng Men's face.

Sure enough, the thing Great Xia lacked the least was geniuses.

"I presume this first battle was satisfying for everyone to watch, right?"

The official commentator's voice sounded at the right time; he needed to liven up the atmosphere during the gap while the ring was being repaired.

"Student Cheng Men's Energy Absorption is indeed very powerful, but it doesn't mean that Student Zhuo Jida's future will necessarily be inferior to his."

"You must know that once a martial artist enters the middle three ranks, the gap in strength brought about by talent will be quickly bridged!"

"Hard work and sweat! This is the most powerful talent a martial artist can have!"

"Now, let us take a look at the contestants of the next match!"