A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Feng Jiutian looked at the man with cold eyes and replied indifferently, "Very well."

Upon hearing this, the man, like a wild horse unleashed, furiously attacked Feng Jiutian, each movement precisely targeting her weaknesses, causing the audience to gasp in worry for Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian only needed a few moves to figure out the man's formation and easily dodge his surprise attack. No rush, she would play around with him slowly.

The man employs ruthless tactics at every step; if you can't see through his strategy, you're likely to end up with many injuries.

However, only Feng Jiutian herself knew that she had definitely won this round.

The man chased after Feng Jiutian and attacked her. To others, Feng Jiutian's retreat was a sure way to lose. Only those with high magical power knew that it was just a test.

One of the people secretly observing was the spectator who had dragged the man onto the stage.

The person watching the play was named Ruohan. His ancestors had been famous for their literary and martial arts for generations. What his Ruo family wanted was not just the title of martial arts master, but also the admiration of others for the Ruo family.

However... what he wants now is for Feng Jiutian to nod to him and become his subject.

How interesting. Despite being a newcomer, their magical power and status are extremely high, and they even know how to approach step by step. By constantly retreating, they can both discover the opponent's formation and exhaust their opponent.

It's important to know that the lectures at the academy aren't this extensive, and freshmen don't have the opportunity to gain practical experience.

This freshman is no ordinary person...

Ruohan watched the duel on the stage with a faint smile, her eyes holding a profound meaning.

Seeing that the man's magic power was weakening, Feng Jiutian stopped dodging and punched him in the shoulder with both hands. The man was thrown far away again and fell to the ground like a leaf.

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood and could no longer fight; he could only gasp for breath.

After a long while, the man coughed heavily a few times, barely managing to recover. He stood up and declared to the crowd, "This young lady possesses unparalleled magical power; I am ashamed to admit defeat."

The audience was in chaos, everyone looking on in disbelief. The man who had just been the second strongest among them had been easily defeated by this useless young lady. Wouldn't that make her number one?

Seeing the stranger about to leave, Feng Jiutian composed herself, and the dagger in her hand flew swiftly like a sword to Ruohan's front. Ruohan instinctively reached out and caught the dagger with two fingers. Looking at Feng Jiutian, who was standing high on the platform, she smiled playfully and said, "I wonder if the instructor will not care when a young lady openly tries to assassinate a passerby?"

Feng Jiutian snorted coldly: "You don't seem like someone who's afraid of your mentor."

Ruohan smiled and said, "Miss, you really like to joke. Look at me, so dashing and debonair, but I'm just a playboy. How could I possibly know anything about magic?"

Ruohan paused after speaking, then asked, "Could it be that the young lady has taken a fancy to me?"

Feng Jiutian's expression remained unchanged despite Ruohan's teasing words. Feng Jiutian's right hand moved slightly, and red flames flowed in his palm: "If you don't come up, don't blame me for being impolite."

Ruohan's smile deepened. "Is that so?"

Feng Jiutian sneered, muttering incantations. The red light in his hand shot up to the top of everyone's heads and turned into a raging fire, scaring everyone into fleeing in all directions. But a huge gravitational force was pulling them in from behind, preventing them from moving.

Ruohan changed his previous playboy appearance and adopted a more dignified and proper demeanor, resembling a refined young gentleman.

He frowned, released the restraints on his body, and then used his magic to release the others from their confinement.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Feng Jiutian, asking, "Does the young lady truly wish to challenge me to a duel?"

That's not asking for others' opinions, it's informing them.

Ruohan's arrogant provocation had no effect.

Feng Jiutian's clear, calm eyes remained unwavering: "As long as I defeat you, won't I still be number one?"

Ruohan blinked her innocent eyes, casually resting her folding fan against her chest and abdomen, and said, "Miss, are you mistaken? I didn't sign up for the competition."

Feng Jiutian then turned his gaze to Ruohan, "So what? You're a brute who lies. You say you don't have magic power, so why do you know how to break it?"

Ruohan narrowed his eyes and suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter: "Since you're so eager to die, I'll send you off to your death."

Ruohan's eyes held a deep chill; she was smiling, but it sent a shiver down one's spine for no apparent reason.

Feng Jiutian narrowed his eyes and smiled disdainfully.

From the very beginning, she sensed that something was wrong with Ruohan. He was cautious and highly skilled, undoubtedly a formidable opponent.

But so what.

Feng Jiutian looked intently at Ruohan, his spiritual energy circulating and being mobilized.

After a few moves, Feng Jiutian clearly gained the upper hand, going from being completely unharmed to being covered in wounds.

Blood splattered from the corner of her mouth. Her magic was no match for his; she couldn't defeat him. She had to outsmart him.

Feng Jiutian set up a semi-circular barrier around the area. This barrier could both resist enemies and absorb their energy if they tried to force their way through.

Feng Jiutian's beauty was so stunning that it could make anyone swoon. Even her slightest frown could soften the hearts of those who were tough. Feng Jiutian smiled and said, "We became acquainted through a fight, but I don't even know your surname. Could you tell me your name so that I can accept my defeat more convincingly?"

When Ruohan heard the stunning beauty ask his name, he was overjoyed. He concealed the green light in his hand and smiled with a captivating charm: "Ruohan, do you know that the Ruo family has practiced magic for generations?"

Feng Jiutian shook his head.

Ruohan said to herself, "I don't know, it's alright, perhaps Miss is unaware of the ways of the martial world."

Ruohan was so focused on her words that she didn't see Feng Jiutian free up a hand to secretly gather spiritual power, and before Ruohan could react, he raised his hand and slapped her hard.

Ruohan's eyes were cold, and her laughter became even more rampant.

"Beauty, do you think I'm too well protected in the academy, so you can't see what you're thinking?" Ruohan smiled, her hands paused slightly, and a huge wall of fire stood in front of her, looking down at Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian's smile remained unchanged. He sidestepped and stopped his movement, laughing disdainfully, "Is that so? You're a bit too arrogant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ruohan's expression suddenly changed.

Behind her were ice blades that had somehow appeared behind Ruohan, but there were only a few scattered around, so they didn't attract Ruohan's attention.

However, even though they are few, they can still determine the outcome of a battle.

Ruohan's body formed a strange arc, trying to dodge the ice blades behind her with her flexibility, while her hands quickly circulated spiritual energy.

"late."

Feng Jiutian watched casually, a faint smile playing on his lips, seemingly mocking Ruohan's arrogance.

The ice blade swiftly struck Ruohan, piercing his shoulder. A tremendous force pushed him violently to the ground.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; by the time everyone reacted, the outcome of the battle was already decided.

Ruohan looked at Feng Jiutian with resentment: "You, you cheated!"