Mu Yuzi shouted: "The seventh game begins now, with Zhao Dengfeng from the West Court against Qiu Yu from the North Court. Now the students from both sides are entering the venue."

The sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, and a tiger-patterned horse rushed into the field. But the fur on the horse's body was as yellow as tiger skin, with a very majestic horse. There was also a big king on the horse's head. Although it was not a first-level monster, it was also a good horse.

There was a man sitting upright, with a burly body covered with heavy iron armor, holding a long axe in his hand. The axe alone was like a small car, which was intimidating and had an unstoppable momentum. He was Zhao Dengfeng, the West Courtyard.

Watching Qiu Yu walk slowly over, without any momentum, without any equipment, and not like to compete, comparing with others with good or bad points, which arouses many people's ridicule, "Look at what this guy looks like, so frustrated, pure country bumpkin."

"No mounts and armor, I'm afraid there's no weapons."

"It's embarrassing to see the three-no products."

Ji Shijiang, the instructor of the West Court, showed an angry look on his face. Unexpectedly, the guy who was removed from the list at the beginning became a weather in the North Court and is now an excellent student. He was angry when he saw this guy. Fortunately, he had already said hello and asked Zhao Dengfeng to deal with the boy hard, and it would be better to destroy him directly so as not to be disgusted.

Seeing Qiu Yu appear, many students in the North Court cheered loudly and said passionately: "Brother Yu will win, Brother Yu will win..."

There is no doubt that this young man has become the soul of the North Academy, and the students have great expectations for him.

A group of students from the West Academy sarcastically said, "Did you see, Rob's stupid ones are on the battlefield."

"Do you think you'll be awesome if you change your name? You're not a waste snack."

"The guys who were eliminated in the West Courtyard, the people in the North Courtyard thought they had found the treasure..."

Among the twenty contestants, Qiu Yu was only wearing armor and mounts. The boy's maverick attracted the attention of many mentors, making Dean Wu Batuo's eyes stay on him and pay close attention.

When he arrived at the venue, Qiu Yu looked at the guy on the horse's back opposite, but saw Zhao Dengfeng saying gloomyly: "Bastard, you traitor from the West Courtyard, you dare to come over and find a beating."

Qiu Yu sneered and said calmly: "Is that West Courtyard? What is that? I don't deserve to stay there at all."

These words made the people in the West Courtyard even more indignant. Many students cursed. The veins on the forehead of mentor Ji Shijiang stormed, and he said angrily: "Damn little beast." His eyes were filled with red blood, and he wished he could tear the guy up to pieces.

Yuan Baha, the magistrate of the prison in the judges, was not happy, and frowned and said in a deep voice: "This kid is poor but shows his sharpness. He may not have anything to do but speaks wildly, and he is destined to have no future."

Wu Batuo could not agree with the views of the immediate superior who represented the powerful class, but could not refute it. He could only remain silent and felt uneasy about the current situation of Yan State. The rebellious ministers were in power and the people were in trouble. What would happen if this continued?

Zhao Dengfeng stepped on the axe in his hand and said viciously: "I dare to slander the West Courtyard, I want you to pay a heavy price. Hurry up and show off your weapons."

Qiu Yu snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and do it. A guy like you is not worthy of my weapon. If you are surnamed Zhao, our previous accounts should be settled now."

It seems inconspicuous, but it shows its arrogance at this moment, which surprised many onlookers. It feels like this guy is simply seeking death. He doesn’t have a mount and doesn’t use weapons. Do you want Zhao Dengfeng to cut off your head?

The student of the West Academy shouted loudly: "Zhao Dengfeng is not ruthless and cut off this arrogant guy's arm."

"Beat this scum..."

Zhao Dengfeng knew the so-called previous accounts, of course, that was the case when he and Yu Yi and others beat each other up. Seeing Qiu Yu mentioning it, he was so angry that he was brave and said with a grim smile: "Okay, I will do it." As his combat boots knocked off the horse's belly, the tiger-patterned horse rushed forward with a neigh, and the long axe suddenly slashed with sharp edges. The strength of the ninth level of body refining is not dared to underestimate it.

Suddenly, everyone felt a flash in front of them, but they saw Qiu Yu not knowing how to avoid the attack and soaring into the air. They punched out one after another, storming out an extremely powerful and violent momentum, causing the airflow in the air to rush over, striking them with a burst of noise, making them scream.

"Ah...what is this?"

"What a fierce offensive, how is that possible!"

Ji Shijiang was also shocked. The boy Qiu Yu used the primary martial arts of the Xuan-level, and the violent fist called the King of Violence. What he never expected was that the other party was actually in the middle stage of Linghong...

In an instant, as the instructor of the West Academy, he felt dizzy and said in a lost voice: "It's impossible. I've clearly tested it. The little beast is a spiritless waste. In just one month, he reached the middle stage of spiritual surge. No, this is definitely not true...

Not only Ji Shijiang, except for Jiang Ruolan, the instructor of the North Academy with a smile on his lips, all the instructors, including the judges, were shocked. Just such a young man who looked the least good, taught them a vivid lesson, and his fierceness was simply heartbreaking.

Under everyone's attention, Qiu Yu, who is like a phoenix's nirvana, is showing great power, which is shocking.

"Puffy!"

The explosion was heard, and Zhao Dengfeng's long axe was shaking and flew out of his hand, and fell on the ground three meters away like a kite with a broken string. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and seven ribs were broken. The blood stained the armor red, his face pale as paper, and he screamed in a daze: "Don't kill me... mercy..."

Everyone was shocked. With just one move, the West Academy player who had previously shown his might became so embarrassed that he was obviously seriously injured.

After being stunned, the teachers and students of the West College were so angry that they gritted their teeth, while the students of the North College cheered loudly, "Oh... Brother Yu won..."

Jiang Ruolan's beautiful face was filled with relief. Her original expectations were realized. The boy she picked up did not disappoint her and had become the leader of the North Court.

The judge Mu Yuzi felt heartbroken. This kid is so domineering, no wonder he dares to bet on me for 100,000 gold coins. The situation is not good. Could it be that I will lose? He looked over and saw that Zhao Dengfeng had no ability to fight again, so he could only announce, "North Yuan Qiuyu won."

Yan Qingping and others were very excited, and Zhao Hanyan shouted even more excitedly, "Qiu Yu, you are so awesome, so great!"

The nameless fire surged into the heart of Yuan Haba, the magistrate of the prison. He said calmly: "This kid is too scheming, actually conceals his strength, deliberately attracts attention and counterattacks, and his quality is very bad."
Chapter completed!