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

Holding two small flags, Su Muyu stood ready, looking at the array that had been set up, and said to Bao Chan.

"Young Master Baochan, my Four Directions Formation is no simple matter, you'd better be careful!"

Bao Chan remained calm and waited for the formation to be set up.

He then nodded: "Not bad, this is actually quite impressive."

"Little master, please break the formation!"

"Break the formation?"

Haha, I only like three things in my life.

The first task is to break the formation!

The second is to help all sentient beings find peace and salvation.

The third one was alcohol—alcohol—that saved lives.

The order doesn't matter!

Bao Chan was glad he hadn't let it slip. He leaned on the filial piety stick with his left hand and raised his right palm, chanting the Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha!"

This humble monk has been rude!

After saying this, he took up the filial piety stick and fought with the soldiers in the arena.

Bao Chan's body shone with golden light, and he wielded the Filial Piety Staff in his hand with lightning speed. With a single strike of the Shaolin Demon-Subduing Staff, he left the paper figure with no chance to fight back.

The paper figures shattered when touched by the filial son's stick, and flew away when touched, breaking the great formation in an instant.

Bao Chan slammed the filial piety stick on the ground again and looked at the shocked Su Muyu: "Amitabha!"

"My lord, it's time to admit defeat!"

Although Su Muyu was terrified, he still had to save face. He suddenly glanced at Xue Fan in the stands, who was gloating.

He instantly became furious and embarrassed: "Damn it, Xue Fan lied to me!"

He claimed that he was being restrained, without mentioning Bao Chan's strength at all.

Even without restraint, Bao Chan is not someone he can resist!

Now I've really embarrassed myself; I need to think of a way to save face.

"Master Baochan, I have another great formation for you to take a look at!"

"besides?"

Bao Chan was getting impatient at this point.

After all, he was really in a hurry to compete with the King of Hell for merit.

"You should admit defeat. I have other things to do."

I don't want to delay any longer.

Su Muyu felt a little embarrassed after Bao Chan said that, and her face darkened slightly.

"Young Master Baochan, don't underestimate people."

That's not how you make empty promises. Are you really so sure you can beat me?

"Yup!"

Su Muyu was very embarrassed at this moment. Xue Fan on the stage was laughing unrestrainedly and even took out his phone to record this beautiful moment.

"Hmph! How arrogant!"

Behold my grand formation!

Su Muyu gathered a long breath of Qi and blew it fiercely at the paper figure in his hand. It flew all over the sky, and even the entire venue was filled with soldiers he had created.

Encouraged by these easily defeated soldiers, Su Muyu managed to calm down.

Bao Chan shook his head somewhat unhappily: "Oh my god, may Buddha have mercy!"

If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!

"Fine, Young Master Long is right. Some people just can't be given too much face!"

"You could exhaust my hundreds of paper soldiers even if you used sticks to beat them!"

Su Muyu was still shouting.

"hehe!

Such a trivial skill, nothing to mention!

"This humble monk will expose your true colors in an instant!"

As he spoke, Bao Chan firmly planted the filial piety stick in the ground and made a hand seal.

"World Honored One, Ksitigarbha!"

The Buddha's Mantra!

Centered on Baochan, it radiates rays of unstoppable Buddhist light.

Under this spreading Buddha's light, it seemed that all evil and darkness had nowhere to hide.

This also includes Su Muyu's paper figures. The soldiers, after being illuminated by the Buddha's light, shrank instantly and returned to their original paper strip-shaped figures.

Then an unnamed flame ignited, and all the small notes were burned to ashes.

Su Muyu's grand formation was broken in an instant, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

He suddenly remembered Xue Fan's decisive admission of defeat that morning. What right did he have to laugh at Xue Fan now?

He now faces two paths: one is to fight to the death, which will inevitably lead to his downfall.

Another example is Xue Fan, who immediately admitted defeat.

Clearly, none of the Quanxing members who have survived to this day are fools, and Su Muyu is especially cunning.

He quickly imitated Bao Chan, putting his hands together in prayer: "Hehehe, Amitabha!"

Master Baochan is incredibly skilled; I am truly impressed!

I've learned my lesson; I concede defeat.

Farewell! "

Although it was a bit of a mess, it was still a relatively dignified exit.

Su Muyu returned to Xuanwu Platform, constantly wiping the sweat from his cheeks. He had seen his fate through Bao Chan's eyes.

If he hesitates even for a moment, he will be subject to the most severe punishment.

It's quite possible that he'll be knocked off the field.

"Damn it, Xue Fan, you fucking tricked me!"

Xue Fan laughed wildly: "Go to hell!"

"Go and challenge Bao Chan yourself, what business is it of mine!"

Su Muyu glared at him fiercely: "You clearly knew Bao Chan's strength, yet you still tricked me into challenging him."

"Isn't this sending me to my death?"

"Ha, I told you, would you fucking believe me?"

I've said it before, Bao Chan's strength is on par with Zhuge Qing's, did you hear me?

He's ranked fourth on the list of young heroes, and that might even be an underestimation.

Even if I'm not restrained, I still can't beat him!

You, ranked twelfth, dare to go up and join the fun?

……

On the Azure Dragon Platform, Zhuge Qing nodded repeatedly. He had never underestimated Bao Chan's strength.

Bi Youlong, however, changed his perception of Bao Chan: "Great foundation, great skill!"

The other spectators also looked at Bao Chan with different eyes.

"This monk is no ordinary person."

I originally thought he was just Malone's sidekick!

"Those around Young Master Long are no ordinary people!"

Before long, as dusk fell, an enticing aroma wafted from the canteen in Zhuge Village.

"Longlong, let's go!"

"Uh... the sea will clear the way!"

Malone nodded and gave the instructions.

Holding the banner of the Salvation Palace, Yuan Dahai took the lead and rushed towards the canteen.

A group of about twenty people kicked up a thick cloud of dust, and Chen Jinkui, along with the members of the Shuzi Sect, followed closely behind them.

Zhuge Gong's face darkened: "Wait, wait, wait!"

We haven't even started eating yet, why are you running around!

Sigh! Today's match is over.

In the afternoon, apart from Ma Long, no one else succeeded in the challenge. Hopefully, everyone will proceed according to their abilities in the future.

Don't waste your opponent's chance to play.

The provisional rankings for today are as follows:

Zhuge Qing, Ma Long, Wang Bing, Xia He, Lu Linglong, Wang Zhenqiu, Feng Shayan, Lu Lin, Jia Zhengliang, Bao Chan.

……

On their way to the cafeteria, Feng Baobao and Ma Long caught up with Xia He and asked, "Won't there be enough food?"

Was it really necessary to drive like this?

It's necessary!

Let's go grab a good spot!

Feng Baobao replied and continued running forward. Suddenly, Ma Long felt something fly over his head.

A familiar voice called out: "Hey, Mom!"

The competition is over, and now the goose is going to eat.

They run very fast, the geese need to hurry too.

Looking up for a closer look, it was indeed Jia Zhengliang, who was charging forward on a throwing knife.

Malone frowned slightly, quite displeased: "Why is this guy everywhere!"

Feng Baobao also expressed her dissatisfaction: "Mighty Enoki Mushroom!"

As Feng Baobao ran, she conjured a not-so-thick beam of light and swung it toward Jia Zhengliang in the air.