138: I am so arrogant! No one here can rival me!

“Li Ziyu really was hiding his strength, but he’s not even Level 5, so he can’t threaten me.”

Wang Xinyang glanced at Li Ziyu, but then stopped paying attention.

Li Ziyu was very strong.

But with the strength Li Ziyu just displayed, he was, at most, at the peak of Level 4.

There was still a difference between him and Wang Xinyang, a Level 5 Martial Artist.

His opponent was only Ji Wudi of Ji Dao Martial Hall.

Thinking this, Wang Xinyang looked at Ji Wudi, who remained expressionless in the distance, and clenched his fists with a hint of fighting spirit:

“The myth of the Martial Hall faction, today, you will be defeated by Wang Xinyang of Kyoto Martial Arts University!”

…

Several more matches were held.

However, there were no more instant kills like those involving Li Ziyu and Kyoto Martial Arts University.

Most of them were evenly matched.

Even in confrontations between ordinary universities and famous schools, there were back-and-forth exchanges.

Lei Zhan also defeated his opponent.

Then there were Yin Miaomiao and Purple Flame Moon Spirit of the Zi Yan Battle Group.

Their strength had improved significantly since they were last seen.

It exceeded Li Ziyu’s expectations.

And there was President Bai Ximo.

Despite his flashy clothes, his strength was not weak.

His elegant swordsmanship made the sword light flash continuously.

He defeated his opponent with graceful movements.

This drew gasps and cheers from the surrounding girls.

“This is normal, right? An instant kill like Li Ziyu’s doesn’t seem normal at all.”

“Those who can participate in the National Youth Martial Arts University League are indeed formidable.”

“Today alone, probably half will be eliminated.”

“Hey, everyone, look! Someone from Ji Dao Martial Hall is entering the ring!”

Due to the large number of participants, the entire singles competition was divided into three days, and the matches were held on ten different rings.

Many people had been following Ji Wudi, the competitor from Ji Dao Martial Hall.

As soon as it was Ji Wudi’s turn, the gaze of the entire audience, including the judges’ panel, turned towards him.

“Lanpu Martial Arts University, Zuo Mengnan, please enlighten me!”

Ji Wudi’s opponent was the president of Lanpu Martial Arts University.

A Level 4 Intermediate Martial Artist.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he cupped his fists and bowed to Ji Wudi.

At the same time, his heart felt heavy.

As the inheritor of the only two remaining Martial Sages in the world, the name of Ji Dao Martial Hall was well-known.

Although they hadn't appeared much in recent years, through the influence of his school mentors, Zuo Mengnan didn't know exactly how strong Ji Wudi was.

But he absolutely dared not underestimate him.

“An unknown nobody, a defeated opponent, is not worthy of knowing my name.”

“Make your move.”

Ji Wudi showed no intention of returning the bow.

He looked at Zuo Mengnan expressionlessly, not even assuming a stance.

“Arrogant!”

Hearing Ji Wudi’s words, Zuo Mengnan instantly felt insulted, and his face flushed red.

He stopped wasting words.

He drew his sword and roared.

He stomped a deep pit into the ground and charged at Ji Wudi like a cannonball.

Ji Wudi remained expressionless.

However, just as the sword was about to strike him, Ji Wudi suddenly moved!

His figure trembled slightly, and he suddenly extended two fingers towards the tip of Zuo Mengnan’s sword.

With a thud.

He actually clamped the tip of Zuo Mengnan’s sword directly!

Then, with a flick of his finger.

A tremendous force transferred to the sword tip; Zuo Mengnan felt an irresistible power on the sword tip, which extended along the hilt all the way to his chest.

The immense force instantly sent his weapon flying from his hand.

He himself was sent flying hundreds of meters by the rebounding force, violently spitting blood onto the ground!

And the weapon he had just used shattered into countless fragments, scattering everywhere.

Zuo Mengnan looked up in horror at Ji Wudi, who seemed not to have moved at all, his face filled with shock:

“Impossible!”

“I am a Level 4 Intermediate Martial Artist, how could I be defeated by a single finger from you! Absolutely impossible!”

“And my weapon is a Level 4 asma alloy weapon, how could it be shattered by two fingers from you!”

Everything that just happened took less than a second.

By the time everyone reacted, what they saw was Zuo Mengnan lying hundreds of meters away, spitting blood, and his weapon shattered into fragments.

The scene was silent for a moment.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded at the scene in the ring.

“Wo… what… an instant kill of the Lanpu Martial Arts University Martial Arts Club President with two fingers, this is too outrageous!? Even more outrageous than the two matches between Kyoto Martial Arts University and Li Ziyu just now!”

“That’s not the key; the key is that a Level 4 asma alloy weapon was shattered by Ji Wudi in one move. How terrifying is his attack!”

“Another Level 5 Martial Artist, just like Wang Xinyang!”

The crowd in the stands discussed in horror.

As the president of Lanpu Martial Arts Club, Zuo Mengnan’s Level 4 Intermediate strength was somewhat well-known among students.

Many people present even looked up to Zuo Mengnan.

They had thought that with Zuo Mengnan’s Level 4 Intermediate Martial Artist strength, even if he couldn’t defeat Ji Wudi of Ji Dao Martial Hall, he should at least be able to withstand a few moves, but he was instantly killed!

And he was instantly killed by someone roughly their age.

The difference in strength was too great.

For a moment, they couldn't accept it.

“Very strong, definitely a Level 5 Martial Artist!”

“And a Martial Artist who has been Level 5 for a long time!”

Below the stage, Wang Xinyang, who was preparing to break the myth of Ji Dao Martial Hall, had been watching Ji Wudi’s match, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Although he didn’t want to admit it.

He could see that Ji Wudi of Ji Dao Martial Hall was stronger than him!

“It seems my goal of defeating Ji Dao Martial Hall needs to be changed to achieving a draw with Ji Dao Martial Hall!”

Wang Xinyang muttered to himself.

On the judges’ panel.

The various university principals, who had been hotly discussing Wang Xinyang’s breakthrough to Level 5 Martial Artist, were now silent.

They looked at each other, their faces somewhat unpleasant.

They had originally thought that Wang Xinyang’s breakthrough to Level 5 Martial Artist could curb the sharp edge of Ji Dao Martial Hall.

But now it seemed that it would be difficult.

However, they had long expected the people from Ji Dao Martial Hall to be strong.

Although their faces were grim, they didn’t have too strong a reaction, only shaking their heads and sighing:

“Alas, this year’s National Youth Martial Arts University League champion will undoubtedly belong to someone from Ji Dao Martial Hall.”

“Damn it, our Academy faction has worked hard for fifty years, and still no student is an opponent for the Martial Hall faction!”

“Tsk, after this National Youth competition, the Martial Hall faction will become a household name again. I wonder how many people will choose to join the Martial Hall faction after graduation this time…”

Coach Niu, meanwhile, looked at the grim-faced principals, a hint of mockery flashing in his heart.

This is already surprising?

The real show is yet to come!

…

On the stage.

Ji Wudi completely ignored Zuo Mengnan’s questioning, not even looking at him again.

Instead, he turned around expressionlessly, walked to the edge of the ring, looked up at the audience, and spoke in a flat tone:

“In my eyes, this National Youth Martial Arts University League is nothing more than a group of weak sheep fighting each other.”

“In my eyes, participating in such a competition is a waste of my cultivation time.”

“I don’t have that much time to waste here watching match after match.”

“There’s no need to have one-on-one matches; I’ll just take on ten at once!”

“Speedrun the singles competition!”