89: Mind

Ouyang Hao appeared from the main gate's passage with an expressionless face and slowly walked towards the arena.

"Ouyang Hao! Ouyang Hao!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

As soon as Ouyang Hao appeared, the students seated in the audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

They looked at Ouyang Hao's figure with fervent expressions.

These were all members of the Mutual Aid Society, as well as fans who admired Ouyang Hao.

Ouyang Hao, expressionless and looking straight ahead, walked slowly step by step until he reached the arena.

He stood still in the arena.

Seeing that Li Ziyu had not yet appeared, Ouyang Hao's expression remained unchanged, and he stood with his hands behind his back.

His clothes fluttered without wind.

"Ouyang Hao has indeed become stronger! Previously, he gave people the feeling of facing a tsunami, his aura so violent it made it hard to breathe.

But now, looking at his aura, there's a profound sense of unmoving depth."

"The second place on the combat power ranking is truly well-deserved, very strong! Just looking at him makes my mind feel like it's about to fall into a vortex."

At the edge of the audience, Yin Miaomiao also arrived.

She also learned the news of Ouyang Hao's breakthrough in cultivation.

Looking at Ouyang Hao standing with his hands behind his back on the stage, Yin Miaomiao's expression was solemn.

As the only person on the ranking list who had not joined the Mutual Aid Society, she paid close attention to the strength of everyone on the ranking list.

Ouyang Hao's current feeling to her was completely different from before!

Her best friend, sitting next to her, also stared at Ouyang Hao with a solemn expression.

"So strong!"

At another excellent viewing spot in the audience.

Lei Zhan looked at Ouyang Hao, who stood with his hands behind his back on the stage, his eyes flickering, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes:

"It seems Ouyang Hao should have broken through to the peak of the third-level Mental Power Master realm."

"Mental Power Masters are invincible among their peers, and some powerful Mental Power Masters can even fight above their level."

"It seems this battle is without suspense."

As Lei Zhan spoke, his companion next to him nodded in agreement:

"Even before Ouyang Hao was promoted, there was no suspense."

"Now, it's even more certain."

"However, President, now that Ouyang Hao's realm has improved, his next step will probably be to challenge you!"

"Maybe in a few days, I'll have to call you Vice President Lei, haha."

His companion said with a teasing smile.

Lei Zhan chuckled upon hearing this, the corners of his mouth curving upwards, revealing incredibly powerful confidence on his face:

"Then let him come!"

...

"Old Sun, do you think Yu-ge can win?"

Sun Qiming sat nervously in the audience, restless, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the entrance of the Martial Arts Building.

At the same time, he said to Sun Mingyang, who was sitting next to him:

"Ouyang Hao is a one-in-ten-thousand Mental Power Master, ranked second."

"It's hard to say."

"Let's just watch the battle with peace of mind; there's nothing we can decide."

Sun Mingyang, on the other hand, had a calm expression, not as anxious as Sun Qiming.

Their entire class was seated in the same area, and as soon as they sat down, Sun Qiming had been asking him this question dozens of times.

"Besides, I think even if he loses, it's normal."

"After all, Li Ziyu is only a freshman this year, while Ouyang Hao is already a senior."

"The fact that Li Ziyu has the courage and the qualification to challenge Ouyang Hao already proves his strength."

Sun Qiming was startled upon hearing this, his expression softening slightly:

"What you said makes sense."

"Losing is not shameful."

"Hey, Yu-ge is here!"

As the two were talking, the gate of the martial arts arena was slowly opened again.

Li Ziyu's slender figure appeared in the passage of the martial arts arena, backlit.

He carried the demon moon battle blade in his right hand, his expression natural, and walked leisurely towards the arena as if strolling in a garden.

His relaxed and casual posture made it seem as if he was just taking a walk on the road.

"Is that Li Ziyu? It's my first time seeing him in person, he's so handsome!"

"He's so handsome and so strong; I've decided, from now on, I'm a fan of Li Ziyu!"

"Compared to Li Ziyu, Ouyang Hao's appearance seems ordinary."

Once Li Ziyu stepped onto the arena.

The students who came to watch clearly saw his appearance and began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

Especially some good-looking senior and junior female students.

While discussing, they would occasionally steal glances at Li Ziyu and let out light, bell-like laughter.

"Hmph! A bunch of superficial face-worshippers, wait until Li Ziyu is wailing at my feet, then will you still think he's handsome!"

Mental Power Masters have acute five senses.

Although the scene was noisy, Ouyang Hao still heard every word of what the people around him were saying clearly.

When he heard them comparing his appearance to Li Ziyu's and saying he was ordinary.

A surge of anger couldn't help but well up in Ouyang Hao's heart.

The anger turned into coldness, and he stared coldly at Li Ziyu, who stood before him, and slowly spoke:

"I didn't expect you would actually dare to come."

"Heh, do you really think that just because you defeated Yang Ming and Wang Ze, you are qualified to challenge me?"

"I'll give you a chance now; surrender to me in front of all the teachers and students of the school."

"Then voluntarily give up your spot in the National Youth Martial Arts University League, and I will forgive your previous disrespect towards me."

Ouyang Hao said coldly.

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, lightly tapping in the air as if playing a piano.

As his hand moved.

Six silver sharp blades floated from his waist to behind him, forming a circle around him, quietly suspended in the air.

Their chilling tips pointed directly at Li Ziyu.

Ouyang Hao waved his hand again.

The six flying knives connected into a white line, instantly producing a sharp sonic boom in the air, appearing before Li Ziyu in an instant.

Li Ziyu stood calmly in place, his face showing no ripple of emotion.

Buzz! Buzz!

The blades, glinting with cold light,

Vibrated frantically less than a foot from Li Ziyu's brow.

In the audience, Left Hongyang, who had already risen from his seat, ready to intervene and save someone, smiled and sat back down.

He said with a smile:

"This kid, his temperament is quite good. At his age, I couldn't remain so composed when faced with such a situation."