One person: After starting with the academic atmosphere, I'll take down Xia He!

After losing to Feng Shayan and Jia Zhengliang, who were ranked at the bottom, Liu Yanyan was devastated.

Zhang Lingyu's attempts to comfort him failed, so he remained silent.

He looked at Jia Zhengliang, who seemed to float like an immortal, gracefully flying up to the Vermilion Bird Terrace, and unconsciously clenched his fist.

I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

Ma Long also looked at Jia Zhengliang and cursed angrily, "Damn it!"

I really want to cover him up with a manure basket; this kid's such a show-off!

Xia He on the right chuckled softly, without saying anything.

"How about we bury him?"

Feng Baobao on the left offered her advice, casting a confident glance at Ma Long.

"Uh~ wait a little longer!"

If he keeps acting tough, let's teach him a lesson!

Ma Long agreed with Feng Baobao's suggestion, but said they still needed to wait.

Hearing Ma Long say this, Feng Baobao reluctantly put away the shovel she had slung over her shoulder.

While Ma Long was still looking at the Vermilion Bird Terrace, a woman with a firm figure walked out from beside Jia Zhengliang and jumped off the Vermilion Bird Terrace.

"Hey, the sand swallows have left the field!"

Who is she going to challenge?

She seems to be seventh now, capable of challenging Wang Zhenqiu (sixth) and Lu Linglong (fifth).

Xia He took a glass of wine and rinsed her mouth briefly; she had already seen through Feng Shayan's intentions.

This woman probably doesn't like me!

Feng Shayan stood in the center of the stage and roared at Baihutai: "Feng Shayan, challenge Xia He, who is ranked fourth!"

"You vixen, come down here and get a beating!"

The sandpiper's cry startled Ma Long, and he cautiously turned to look at Xia He, who was actually preparing.

"Sister, this guy says he wants to challenge you!"

After putting on her gloves, Xia He took off her trench coat: "Yes, I heard you!"

That tomboy, she's so jealous.

They need to learn a lesson!

Xia He remained calm and gracefully descended from the White Tiger Terrace.

Seeing Xia He land in the field, Feng Shayan twisted her wrists, ready to warm up.

Xia He!

Hmph, I know that if I want to challenge Ma Long, I will definitely be stopped by you.

Anyway, I hate you, so I might as well just beat you up first.

She then threw a punch, which appeared out of thin air in front of Xia He, heading straight for her beautiful face.

"Ha, tomboy!"

You're so rough!

Do you think I'm an easy target?

A pink aura rippled across Xia He's body, and all of Feng Shayan's dozen or so punches failed to land.

"Fox Territory!"

Xia He didn't intend to waste words with the other party. Immediately, a large amount of Qi surged from her body, covering the entire area.

Feng Shayan felt a blur before her eyes, and her vision became blurred.

When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by an endless plain, and all she could see was a huge nine-tailed fox glaring at her.

It sent chills down her spine.

"Where is this?!"

"What kind of sorcery did you use, Xia He? Let me out!"

The Sand Swallow unleashed a series of powerful punches at the Nine-Tailed Fox, but to no avail.

Feng Shayan was very skilled in martial arts, but she couldn't find Xia He at all, nor could she see the situation in the arena.

Fortunately, Xia He did not attack her yet: "Come out!"

Xia He, you enchantress!

Don't think you can get away with hiding. You're just too afraid to confront me head-on!

What a cowardly wretch!

No matter how much the sandpipers cried out or how fiercely they punched, she remained completely baffled and could not find Xia He's figure.

"Hmph, you dull-witted tomboy!"

His physical skills and endurance are comparable to those of men!

Too bad, you're really blind to dare challenge me!

……

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Wind Swallow was still swinging its heavy punches, but it was getting slower and slower, and each punch was weaker than the last.

“Puff!”

There was a thud as someone fell to the ground, and the pink aura in the arena slowly dissipated as Xia He withdrew her hand.

Xia He remained motionless in the arena, less than three meters away from the sand swallow, calmly looking at everyone.

But at that moment, the sand swallow collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Moreover, his hair was disheveled and he was drenched in sweat, clearly indicating that he was extremely exhausted and had gone through a tough battle.

Zhuge Gong announced loudly: "Feng Sha Yan challenges Xia He, Xia He wins, ranking remains unchanged!"

Xia He chuckled softly and walked back to the White Tiger Terrace.

Malone will definitely come to greet him.

"Wow, you're amazing, sister!"

How did you manage to deal with the sand martins? Even though I could see clearly what was happening in the field.

But I still don't understand.

Xia He followed Ma Long back to his seat, taking off her gloves at the same time: "Oh, tell me, what did you see!"

"You didn't move an inch from beginning to end, but the Sand Swallow seemed to be possessed, punching itself in place until it collapsed from exhaustion."

That’s it!

When Ma Long saw that Xia He was going to test him, he answered quite seriously.

Xia He nodded with a smile, cupping Ma Long's handsome face, clearly very satisfied: "It's good!"

You actually saw through my illusion.

You're right. The Sand Swallow has fallen for my illusion; its defeat is only a matter of time.

But this guy is really resilient; he threw over a thousand punches before finally exhausting himself.

Xia He couldn't help but exhale a fragrant breath as her lips slowly approached Ma Long's.

……

At this moment, another person stood firmly in the field. He was short and frail.

Holding a stack of paper figures in his hand, he shouted at the White Tiger Platform: "Quanxing, Su Muyu, challenge Bao Chan, who is ranked tenth!"

"Young master, come down here!"

Bao Chan was fiddling with the filial piety stick he had seized from Xue Fan. He hadn't been very interested in watching the previous matches.

Now, when I hear someone calling my name, I suddenly look up.

As the afternoon sun set, a sharp ray of light flashed across the field.

Bao Chan's bald head quickly attracted everyone's attention.

"Amitabha!

"This humble monk has arrived!"

Holding the Filial Piety Stick, Bao Chan jumped down from the White Tiger Platform.

Looking at Bao Chan's broad and imposing figure, and the black and yellow filial piety stick in his hand, Su Muyu couldn't help but swallow.

'I should have known better than to try and show off to Xue Fan; that big monk is physically strong.'

I'm not sure I can beat him!

Well, since we're here, we can't back down.

But we can't suffer a defeat as devastating as Xue Fan's!

"Master Baochan, I have long admired your name!"

I've come today specifically to learn from you; I wonder if you would do me the honor of showing me your expertise!

"Amitabha!

"Hurry up and fight! I still have many souls to be saved!"

Bao Chan was very impatient at this point. He was eager to accumulate merit and certainly didn't want to waste time.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

"Blow the paper and it becomes soldiers!"

Seeing that Bao Chan was unwilling to say more, Su Muyu decided to take the initiative.

He gathered a mouthful of breath and blew it sharply at the stack of paper figures in his hand.

Paper scraps fluttered in the air, then transformed into soldiers.

These soldiers, some wielding short swords and shields, others long spears, all aimed at Bao Chan's body.

"Form a square formation!"

As Su Muyu continued to chant the incantation, the paper figures that appeared—sword-wielding soldiers in front and spearmen behind—intertwined and moved in pairs.

They set up a tight, impenetrable formation, firmly surrounding Bao Chan, who stood holding a staff.