37: Chapter 37 Numbers vs. Mechanics!

"Right here!"

Seemingly having found something, Su Qingyue struck out with both palms, completely disregarding the scorching flames.

With a muffled thud, a figure was slapped directly out of the flames by her.

After bouncing several times on the ground, it finally stopped at the edge of the arena.

"Cough, cough..."

Wang Jun's face was pale, his originally sturdy body now appeared withered and shriveled, and his hair piled on top of his head like dried grass.

"You lost."

Seeing Wang Jun still trying to stand up, Su Qingyue frowned; this was one of the rare moments she displayed such an expression.

"Is that so..."

Wang Jun grinned, gripped the scabbard in his hand, and charged at Su Qingyue once again.

But this time, his internal Qi-blood had been drained dry; his physical speed alone was predictable even without the True Sight Eye.

Su Qingyue gently extended a palm, and Wang Jun rolled away, covered in dust and dirt.

"Give up. There's no need to risk your life for a ranking."

Su Qingyue couldn't understand, nor could she figure out why Wang Jun would persist after burning through all his Qi-blood.

What was the point of this?

He had already lost his long blade; did he intend to use the scabbard...?

Seemingly realizing something, Su Qingyue suddenly looked up, blue light flickering in her eyes.

"Hehehe, your True Sight Eye isn't omnipotent either!"

Wang Jun curled his lips, his last bit of internal Qi-blood began to burn, and the scabbard in his hand ignited with flames once again.

He stomped his feet and charged towards an empty spot.

Just as everyone was confused, Su Qingyue seemed to be controlled by something, her body unconsciously walking towards the destination of Wang Jun's charge.

Pfft!

Su Qingyue's expression froze. She slowly lowered her head to look at the scabbard that had pierced through her chest, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"You rely too much on the predictions of your True Sight Eye."

"Furthermore, based on my calculations, your True Sight Eye can only predict events six seconds into the future."

"Once the timeline is extended, your talent will crumble on its own."

"The True Sight Eye has many weaknesses, and there is one more that is fatal for you."

"That is, the True Sight Eye can only predict what you see; it cannot predict anything you cannot see."

Wang Jun's words were broadcast through the speakers to the entire arena. Everyone stared blankly at the boy in the center who had completely burned himself out.

"Monster..."

Zhou Sanlang's eyes were full of astonishment; this kid's battle intuition and talent were simply too monstrous.

In a sense, his greatest talent wasn't fire element control, but this battle talent that was sharp to the extreme!

"I intentionally guided your attention to the long blade, deliberately creating the illusion that I was going to defeat you with a descending long blade."

"Su Qingyue, your application of your talent is still too immature."

Wang Jun released the scabbard in his hand and gently pushed Su Qingyue.

With blood spilling from her mouth and nose, Su Qingyue collapsed onto the ground, the blue light in her eyes gradually fading.

The referee did not hesitate for a second, rushing onto the stage and raising Wang Jun's right hand.

"The winner of this match! Wang Jun!"

"Medical team! Medical team, come quickly!"

The arena remained silent; no one had expected this Talent-based Martial Artist of the elemental type, whom everyone had counted out, to be able to defeat a Talent-based Martial Artist with a Rule-based Talent.

After a brief silence, the entire arena erupted in unparalleled cheers.

Even the students from Experimental Martial Arts High School were cheering; this match was truly too spectacular, and everyone had forgotten who they were originally supporting.

Wang Jun picked up the long blade that had fallen to the ground, glanced at the scabbard still embedded in Su Qingyue's chest, shook his head, and walked off the arena.

"See you in the final battle."

Just before stepping off the arena, Wang Jun gave Chen Mo a thumbs up.

"Alright, see you in the finals."

Chen Mo nodded vigorously. After witnessing this battle, the blood in his own body faintly showed signs of boiling.

"As everyone knows!"

The official commentator's voice rang out again; having witnessed this spectacular battle, he was now somewhat too excited to speak.

"No matter how weak a Rule-based Talent is, it is a talent superior to the elemental type!"

"But Wang Jun! He let us see what it means for battle strategy to be superior to talent!"

"Talent! While it can certainly provide Talent-based Martial Artists with an extremely strong combat power boost!"

"However!"

"Powerful battle awareness, battle strategy, and battle instinct can infinitely bridge the gap between the two!"

"Just like the countless examples of Ascetic Martial Artists defeating Talent-based Martial Artists!"

"Honing oneself, challenging limits, and searching for that sliver of possibility within the impossible!"

"This is what a martial artist should do!"

The audience's cheers rose wave after wave, but this did not affect Cheng Men and Chen Mo in the resting area.

Cheng Men watched the extremely weak Wang Jun with great interest; he was very curious about what method Wang Jun would use to break his Energy Absorption.

A few minutes later, the arena repairs were completed.

The numbers on the screen stopped flickering and fixed directly on No. 1 and No. 7.

"Principal Liu."

Chen Mo stood up and patted Principal Liu Zhifeng, who was still in a daze.

"It seems the civil war you least wanted to see is going to happen after all."

"It's just the final battle."

"Brother Mo, go for it!"

Xueni was full of fanaticism, her large, watery eyes shining as she looked at Chen Mo.

"Don't worry!"

Chen Mo waved his hand, and Xueni watched Chen Mo's back as he slowly walked onto the arena.

"Next up!"

Seeing the last two candidates step onto the arena, the official commentator began to warm up the crowd for this match.

"Let us witness the ultimate showdown between the strongest shield and absolute violence of this Joint Exam!"

In the spectator stands, Director Gu Sanding saw Chen Mo step onto the arena, but the Dean of Third High School was still stunned. He snatched the drumsticks from his hands and shoved him aside.

Boom, boom!

"Chen Mo! Go for it!"

Boom, boom!

"Chen Mo! Go for it!"

Director Gu Sanding's solitary voice rang out in the quiet sports center, and many people cast their gaze towards this old man with a head full of white hair.

The children from the Orphanage seemed to have reacted as well, and childish cheers began to ring out.

Seeing this, the students of Third High School immediately switched to another flag, the one printed with the four big characters: Chen Mo is Awesome!

"Clowns."

Cheng Men glanced at the cheering squad behind Chen Mo and sneered, his voice full of disdain.

"That's a good self-assessment; you truly are a clown."

Chen Mo took off his shirt and handed it to Zhou Sanlang.

That's right, Zhou Sanlang was the referee for this match as well.

"I've seen plenty of guys who overestimate themselves like you."

"Always thinking they're some big shot just because they have a little talent, but in front of my talent, everything is just vanity."

Cheng Men was not angered by Chen Mo's words; he just let out a shrill sneer.

"Then let's see... which one of us is overestimating themselves."

Chen Mo loosened his joints, and the Qi-blood inside his body began to surge wildly.

Zhou Sanlang didn't waste any words either, stepping forward to stand between the two.

"Are both contestants ready?"

"Ready."

"Mhm."

Seeing that both of them were ready, Zhou Sanlang announced the start of the match!

"Contestants, take your positions!"

"Ready!"

"Start!"