Divine Flame Crystal

The referee glanced at the fallen Xingluo with a strange look in his eyes, but didn't say much.

After an unknown amount of time, the arena gradually became quiet. Most of the arenas had already had their results. In the sixth arena, a dark-skinned young man stood proudly in the center of the arena.

Looking around, there were many students lying in a mess, Xingluo was one of them.

At this time, the dark-skinned boy glanced at the referee and was about to urge him to announce the result quickly.

But what he saw was a strange look on the referee's face. He looked around again but didn't find anything wrong.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a "bang" and felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. His eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

At this time, Xingluo was holding a hammer that he had snatched from some classmate. He had a "simple" smile on his face and was laughing foolishly.

The students in the audience sighed, but Xingluo didn't blush. He thought to himself, "It's OK as long as I can win. Preserving my strength is the most important thing. I want to be in the top three."

After thinking this, his expression became more natural, and he blew his whistle leisurely. The referee looked at him helplessly, and finally announced the result, "Group 6 Xingluo wins."

Looking at the students in the audience, many of them took out magic bird eggs. If it weren’t for the magic shield, they would have hit Xingluo in the face.

This was the first time they encountered such a humiliating victory, and thus Xingluo entered the top 50.

It is said that the unfortunate dark-skinned boy suffered a psychological trauma afterwards. Every time he fought with others, he would cast several more magic spells after the opponent fell down. Thus, a perverted "corpse whipper" was cultivated by Xingluo. Of course, this is a later story.

Xingluo ignored the contemptuous looks from his classmates and glared back at them one by one. His ferocious look was somewhat similar to that of the demon from the abyss.

The vice president looked at Xing Luo and nodded with some satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad!"

"Ahem, Vice-President!" Linglan said as she pushed her glasses aside.

The dean also smiled and said, "You seem to be very satisfied with him, Orton."

"Haha, of course, only a cunning kid like him can survive in this cannibalistic world and even live longer than those geniuses." Orton said with a laugh.

The dean seemed to be thinking about something, neither denying nor agreeing.

Xingluo returned to her seat and found that Mo had also walked down from the stage. There was no dirt on his clothes, so he must have won easily.

Looking at Pandora, she was very clever and clever, so it seemed that she won easily without much effort. Judging from her appearance, Xingluo seemed to be the most miserable one.

But in fact, in terms of consumption alone, Xingluo consumed the least among the three. After all, he just lay down for a long time and then got up and swung the sledgehammer.

Mo looked at Xingluo's tattered clothes with a strange look in his eyes. Xingluo laughed awkwardly a few times, then turned his head and watched the game "seriously".

Soon the top 50 were selected and the rematch began immediately. It seemed that there was no intention to leave these students any time to rest. Soon Xingluo saw his name appear on the seventh stage.

Standing opposite him was one of Turner's followers. Xingluo said casually, "I wonder if Turner is feeling better now?"

When the other party saw that it was Xingluo on the opposite side, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that the last battle left a deep impression on him.

As soon as the referee shouted "start", the other party shouted, "I give up!" Xing Luo glanced at the other party, who was so straightforward. He laughed dryly twice and looked at the referee.

The referee seemed to know about the previous battle and directly announced Xingluo's victory.

In this way, Xingluo entered the top 25 very easily. "I wonder if that bye spot will be mine," the unsatisfied Xingluo thought silently.

Mo was breathing slightly at this time. It seemed that the battle just now was not as easy as before, but the winner was decided very quickly.

Xingluo turned his attention to Pandora's arena again. The one fighting against her was an intermediate wind magician, who was relying on his fast speed to deal with Pandora.

Xingluo looked at Pandora's magic fluctuations and found that she had reached the level of a 9th-level intermediate magician, only one step away from becoming a high-level magician.

"You're worthy of being a big family. You're different from common people like us. You've reached level 9 so quickly." Xingluo was a little envious.

Pandora seemed to be a little annoyed by this opponent who was up and down, and a huge wave of magical power slowly flowed from her body.

"Boom" an invisible momentum condensed on Pandora, and when the air seemed a little suffocating, the magic power suddenly spread out like a volcanic eruption.

A ring of fire shot out from Pandora's body rapidly, hitting her opponent who was caught off guard. A burning sensation instantly spread throughout her body, as if all the water in her body was about to evaporate.

He didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly admitted defeat. The moment he admitted defeat, the referee raised his hand and pointed towards him. The burning sensation on his body stopped instantly, and the cold air enveloped him again, freeing him from the despairing feeling of heat.

The wind magician looked at Pandora with lingering fear, saluted, and hurriedly left the arena.

Xingluo looked at the ring-like flame magic with envy on his face: "This is a fire ring that can only be cast by a level 9 intermediate magician. It is often very effective against invisible and fast guys."

After using this fire ring, Pandora was a little out of breath. Xingluo looked at this scene and muttered, "Well, it seems that she has grown a lot recently. She is almost taller than him."

In this way, Xingluo, Mo and Pandora all entered the top 25 one after another. The extremely fast pace of the game seemed to give no time for the students to breathe. I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but when the last contestant decided the winner, the draw stage immediately began.

In such fast and continuous combat, one is tested on the allocation of one's own physical strength and the contest of willpower, which is a fighting style that only military mages on the battlefield possess.

Xingluo didn't know why the academy used this method to rank the academies, but he always felt a little nervous, as if even such a powerful Luoshen Academy would no longer be safe.

However, Xingluo was a surprise. He hardly consumed any physical energy in the first two battles and entered the top 25 with extraordinary ease.

"The next step is to draw lots. The 25 of you will draw lots based on the length of your battles. Xingluo will be the first, and so on." Vice President Orton said in a loud voice.

Xingluo walked to the side of Linglan, glanced at the director with a great figure, and casually took out her lottery result. After a look, it was number 16. Linglan glanced at Xingluo and then wrote down the result.