36: Chapter 36 Flame VS True Sight

On the arena, Su Qingyue, having let out a sigh of relief, sized up Wang Jun, who was opposite her.

"Go, Sister Qingyue!"

In the spectator stand, Zhuo Jida, with a bruised and swollen face and his head wrapped in circles of bandages, shouted loudly.

The vitality of a martial artist is indeed formidable; even after having his head smashed into concrete, he became lively again after just one night of rest.

"Beat that fire kid into a pulp!"

"Sister Qingyue, beat him into a pulp!"

The students from Experimental Martial Arts High School let out shouts, which made the students from Third High School quite unhappy.

Although Third High School had poor resources, compared to other martial arts high schools, the children of Third High School were much more united.

Therefore, facing this situation, the Dean, who had been sitting calmly like someone fishing on a platform, stood up.

The little old man tore off his shirt, revealing the two large characters for "Third High School."

Boom! Boom!

Wielding the drumsticks in his hands, the cowhide drum that had been prepared long ago finally came in handy at this moment.

Boom! Boom!

"Wang Jun!"

Boom! Boom!

"Beat that stinking wench into a pulp!"

The originally planned cheer was simply "Wang Jun, go!", but some student's brain must have short-circuited, and the overall style of Third High School began to go off the rails.

"Do you have nothing to say?"

Wang Jun drew his long saber, his left hand still tightly gripping the alloy scabbard.

"Just give it your all."

Su Qingyue raised her fair palms, the yellowish calluses on her palms quite obvious.

Wang Jun narrowed his eyes; it seemed that Su Qingyue practiced palm techniques.

"Are both contestants ready?"

The referee stepped onto the arena and asked, glancing at the two people who were locked in a tense confrontation.

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

Both spoke at the same time, and the referee nodded to indicate he understood.

"Contestants, take your positions!"

"Ready!"

The shouts from Experimental Martial Arts High School and Third High School were completely blocked out by Wang Jun; all sounds around him faded into silence.

Now, all that remained in his eyes was the beautiful girl opposite him and her every move.

"Begin!"

Fire instantly ignited Wang Jun's long saber, and he charged forward without the slightest hesitation!

Wang Jun knew clearly that his control over the fire element was fundamentally inferior to Su Qingyue's True Sight Eye; only through absolute speed could he win this match!

Blue light flickered in Su Qingyue's eyes, and in an instant, she deduced all possible attack routes.

After deducing the best path of survival, Su Qingyue did not retreat but advanced, closing in on him!

Wang Jun's thunderous strike missed completely due to Su Qingyue's skillful advance, but he was not surprised at all; instead, he twisted his body with great force, thrusting the tip of his blade toward Su Qingyue's back at an extremely strange angle.

But this scene was also captured by Su Qingyue's True Sight Eye; she simply stepped to the side and easily dodged this fatal move!

Bang!

With a dull thud, Su Qingyue's seemingly light palm struck Wang Jun's back, sending him flying.

"Pfft!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wang Jun frowned deeply, and after a moment of thought, he found the answer.

"Eight Trigrams Dragon-Roaming Steps?"

"You have not only cultivated martial techniques but also movement techniques?"

Once these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked!

It must be known that movement techniques of the same level are much harder to come by than martial techniques; most martial artists only choose to cultivate movement techniques after mastering their first martial technique.

In other words, Su Qingyue had simultaneously mastered a martial technique that was at least at the proficient level and a movement technique that was at least at the introductory level.

No, judging from her performance just now, Su Qingyue's movement technique could not be just at the introductory level; it had reached at least the skilled realm.

"My surname is Su."

Su Qingyue said nothing else, merely mentioning her surname.

Wang Jun was taken aback, and the final doubt in his heart was resolved.

"A descendant of the Su family of the Northern Sect Eight Trigrams Palm!"

"That's right!"

Su Qingyue's hands moved like roaming dragons, her feet stepping in the Eight Trigrams Dragon-Roaming Steps, and her speed suddenly increased!

From the beginning of the Joint Exam until now, Su Qingyue's strategy had always been defensive counterattacks.

But today, Su Qingyue had actually started to take the offensive!

Wang Jun's long saber, burning with raging flames, fell mercilessly toward Su Qingyue's attack path, but unsurprisingly, this strike missed again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After four consecutive palm strikes, Wang Jun's face turned completely red.

He only felt his internal organs churning wildly, and a metallic, sweet taste surged up his throat.

Forcibly swallowing that mouthful of blood, Wang Jun suddenly turned his head and slashed out with his saber!

A fire wheel appeared! Su Qingyue ducked, narrowly dodging this strike.

Immediately afterward, that pair of calloused palms struck directly onto the blade of the long saber.

The flames began to twist as if they had come alive, and Wang Jun's wrists trembled incessantly, as if he were about to lose his grip on the saber.

"Hmm?"

Su Qingyue was taken aback; in her deductions, this palm strike should have sent Wang Jun's long saber flying from his hand.

If Wang Jun did not let go, the twisting force contained within the palm strike would have directly snapped Wang Jun's wrist.

"Is this your choice?"

This was the first time Su Qingyue had encountered a situation outside her deductions; she looked at Wang Jun's wrist, which was twisted to the point of bleeding, and asked.

"Hmph!"

Wang Jun snorted coldly, took off his shirt, and tied the long saber tightly to his hand.

"I am a bladesman!"

"Unless I die in battle, I will never let go of my blade!"

Having said that, Wang Jun squeezed a deafening roar from his throat!

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Wang Jun's body began to completely elementalize, starting from his head, bit by bit.

Su Qingyue also realized something was wrong and immediately closed in, intending to interrupt Wang Jun's elementalization process!

"Too late!"

Wang Jun, who had already turned into a fire man, had a hoarse voice, just like burning firewood.

"Silver Moon Slash!"

The long saber was lifted from bottom to top, and scorching flames rose from the ground, completely sealing off all of Su Qingyue's escape routes!

Wang Jun's body merged into the flames surrounding Su Qingyue, and the long saber danced within the fire!

Seeing this, Su Qingyue did not panic but entered a state of extreme calmness.

Blue light flickered incessantly in her eyes, and one possibility after another appeared in her mind.