Traveling to the future, the story with the orc king

The wind picked up quietly, carrying a tense atmosphere. Suddenly, Mo Wenxuan launched the first attack, charging at his opponent like a gust of wind. Lang Xiaoyi quickly dodged to the side, simultaneously counterattacking with a punch. Their movements were nimble and agile, each stroke imbued with power and skill. The two exchanged blows, neither yielding, the battle unresolved. The audience watched in amazement, gasping and cheering.

In an instant, Mo Wenxuan launched a roundhouse kick, aiming straight at Lang Xiaoyi's vitals. Lang Xiaoyi leaped back, avoiding the attack and striking back with his palm.

The fight between the two became more and more intense, with fists and legs colliding, stirring up gusts of wind.

In the fierce battle, Mo Wenxuan saw the perfect moment and unleashed his ultimate move. He flashed like lightning and attacked Lang Xiaoyi, his fist piercing the air with fierce momentum.

However, Lang Xiaoyi did not retreat. He calmed down, gathered all his strength in his palm, and took the blow head-on.

With a loud bang, the two men took a few steps back, staring at each other while panting.

At this moment, the audience's cheers reached a peak, as if they were going to overturn the entire venue.

Lang Xiaoyi didn't expect Mo Wenxuan's actual combat strength to be so strong. Similarly, Mo Wenxuan was also shocked by Lang Xiaoyi's strength.

Mo Wenxuan took out his weapon, a spear. He concentrated his spiritual energy on the spear, and a layer of flame covered it.

Lang Xiaoyi has also condensed his spiritual energy to form a wind blade floating beside him.

Lang Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed as he sensed the threat from the spear. He decided to attack proactively, instantly unleashing all his wind blades and charging towards Mo Wenxuan.

Mo Wenxuan brandished his spear, creating a circle of fire that blocked all the wind blades. Then, he advanced, piercing Lang Xiaoyi's chest with the tip of his spear.

Lang Xiaoyi dodged sideways and reached out to grab the spear, but the flames on it made him give up. The two fought for more than ten rounds. The two sides were in a stalemate, each struggling with each other, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

At this moment, Mo Wenxuan withdrew from the battle range and condensed his spiritual energy on the spear again, forming three fire dragons in a triangular shape, with one in front and two fire dragons following closely behind, attacking Lang Xiaoyi. Lang Xiaoyi's wind blade blocked one fire dragon, but he didn't expect that there were two more fire dragons behind. He could only avoid one and had to take the other fire dragon head-on.

The fire dragon passed through Lang Xiaoyi's body, and the audience in the audience gasped, waiting for the result.

As the fire dragon passed through him, a strange halo appeared around Lang Xiaoyi. As the halo grew brighter, Lang Xiaoyi transformed into a giant silver-white wolf with six pairs of silver wings on its back.

The audience in the audience saw Lang Xiaoyi's true form and shouted excitedly: "Lang Xiaoyi... Lang Xiaoyi..."

Sitting in the stands, Wolf Clan leader Lang Beiwang could no longer remain calm. He stood up excitedly, his body trembling slightly, his voice filled with surprise and pride. "It's Six Wings... Six Wings... His psychic power has reached Level Eight!" His gaze fixed on his son on the ring, his eyes gleaming with pride. Then, he turned around and proudly boasted to the other clan leaders nearby, "Haha... As expected of my son, he's already reached Level Eight, Six-Winged Heavenly Wolf."

Hearing this, Chief Kong couldn't help but snort. He responded with a hint of sarcasm, "Show off when you can take first place." Clearly, he didn't approve of Lang Beiwang's boasting.

Lang Beiwang immediately retorted, "Hmph, that's better than losing in the first match." The tension between the two grew stronger, and it looked like they were about to quarrel. Just then, the Fox Clan leader, Hu Tu, stepped in to smooth things over, saying with a smile, "What an exciting match! I didn't expect that the human Mo Wenxuan is also a Level 8 Psychic."

Upon hearing this, Lang Beiwang and Chief Kong realized their gaffe. They turned to look at the ring and saw that Lang Tian and Mo Wenxuan on the ring had both used their own powerful moves, which were magnificent and shocking.

Lang Xiaoyi's were hurricanes, while Mo Wenxuan's were five fire dragons!

The spiritual energies of both sides collided, forming a huge cloud of smoke that enveloped the entire arena.

At the same time, cracks began to appear on the protective shield on the ring, as if it would break at any time.

The audience watched all this nervously, their hearts filled with anticipation and worry. They didn't know how this battle would end, and could only silently pray that the player they supported would win.

In the smoke, the figures of Lang Xiaoyi and Mo Wenxuan were difficult to distinguish, but their auras were still strong. Both of them were releasing their spiritual energy with all their strength, trying to suppress each other.

Time ticked by, the smoke gradually dissipated, and people finally got a clear view of the arena. Lang Xiaoyi stood on the stage, while Mo Wenxuan knelt on one knee. Both men were panting, but the fighting spirit in their eyes remained undimmed. Both of them bore varying degrees of scars.

The battle is over and Lang Xiaoyi is victorious.

"Oh oh oh...the orc wolf Xiao Yi wins this competition." The host Bai Ge said excitedly.

After hearing that he had won, Lang Xiaoyi slowly fell backwards.

The Orcish participants came up to the ring and carried Lang Xiaoyi down. The doctor immediately came forward to examine him. Mo Wenxuan looked at the fallen Lang Xiaoyi with a sense of resentment. In fact, he had not stood up.

The following matches, while not without their share of intense confrontations, were nothing compared to the evenly matched battle just now. Some contestants suffered from bad luck, encountering opponents of their own race and facing brutal elimination; others were quickly defeated due to the significant gap in strength; even worse, environmental factors significantly reduced their performance.

After a fierce competition, the competition finally came to an end. The results showed that the human race successfully won six games, showing great strength and tenacious fighting spirit; the orcs also performed well, winning five games; and the sea tribe was not to be outdone, also winning five games.

"Today's second college martial arts competition has ended. All the victorious students will have a three-day break. During these three days, they will compete in the 15-to-8 and 8-to-4 competitions. This means that the next winning students will have to compete in two rounds." The host Bai Ge said with emotion.

As soon as the game was over, Lin Ziyu quickly pulled Fuan away, saying, "Grandpa Fuan, let's go... let's go..."

Fu An was a little embarrassed by being dragged by Lin Ziyu, but he couldn't help but look back at His Majesty Long in the stands with a doting smile. Then, he could only follow Lin Ziyu's force and walk out.

They walked quite far, and only after they were sure that Long Yan would not catch up with them did Lin Ziyu breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, Long Yan didn't catch up with us."

Lin Ziyu and Fu'an leisurely returned to the gate of Sifang Pavilion and saw a gorgeous carriage parked outside. This carriage was clearly not something that ordinary people could own. Its body was inlaid with gems and exquisite carvings, and it was hung with golden curtains. Lin Ziyu sighed helplessly and walked into Sifang Pavilion.

Fu An smiled and said, "Master Ziyu, I'm going to report to Master Wu first, so I won't accompany you anymore."

Lin Ziyu nodded, "Yeah."

Lin Ziyu encouraged himself, "I haven't done anything wrong, so what am I afraid of!" Then he walked towards his room with a fierce look on his face.

Fu An looked at Lin Zi's back, shook his head and smiled, then said, "Fifth Master, I guess Young Master Zi Yu must be very nervous. He actually didn't see you sitting in the yard."

When Lin Yaochen heard Fu'an's words, a smile appeared on his face, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He asked softly, "Oh? What happened to that little Ziyu while he was watching the game just now? Why did he get so nervous?"

Fu An chuckled and replied, "Fifth Master, at the time, Master Ziyu and I were standing below the arena, watching the competition. Master Ziyu was very active, shouting out the names of the participating students along with the crowd, such as: 'Lang Xiaoyi, Long Qi, Hai Lanyuan...' and so on. He was shouting particularly loudly."

Lin Yaochen was slightly stunned, then couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

Fu An continued, "Master Ziyu not only called out the contestants' names, but also added phrases like 'Keep going, you're the best! I love you!' after their names. His Highness Long was sitting in the stands above, and he looked at Master Ziyu several times. I wonder if he heard Master Ziyu's shouts."