The white-haired school beauty sighs every day, yet he keeps getting stronger.

Zhou Hongyu turned her head and asked in a question:

"What's wrong, Yunxi?"

Jin Yunxi pointed to the stage:

"That boy is the one I wanted to introduce to you before. So his name is Zhang Ziyang. I didn't expect him to be Lin Weiwei's rival."

"Then he's doomed. Lin Weiwei is so strong, he'll probably be outmatched."

Zhou Hongyu shook her head, her face showing disapproval.

She had barely finished speaking when Song Wenjing slapped her on the forehead again.

"Idiot, is that the point?"

"Oh, so what's the key point?"

The girl with the ponytail shrank her neck, pouted, and couldn't help but protest:

"And Teacher Song, could you please stop patting my head all the time? My IQ isn't high to begin with, what if you make me even dumber? I still want to get married in the future!"

"That would be even better, at least it would save him from going out and causing trouble for others!" Song Wenjing said irritably.

Jin Yunxi, standing to the side, reached out and gently patted her best friend's forehead, reminding her:

"Hongyu, haven't you noticed yet? Since that boy can become Lin Weiwei's opponent, it means he has already broken through to the first level!"

Zhou Hongyu was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. When she came to her senses and looked at the boy on the stage again, her eyes were filled with disbelief.

"This... is this real? I'm only at the 7th star of the preparatory stage, and even Yunxi, you're only at 9 stars. How did he break through to the next stage?"

Song Wenjing reached up and pushed up her half-rimmed glasses, looking solemnly at ring number 9:

"Our Xia Kingdom is vast and rich in resources, with a population of over a billion. We have never lacked geniuses and prodigies."

So don't think that just because your Soul Cards are of high quality, you can sit back and relax, and get carried away with your success!

She had heard that Feiteng had incredibly good luck, winning two gold medals.

However, it remains completely unknown which student it is or what the Soul Card's abilities are.

I never expected to run into one of them today while bringing my students to Tianxing Arena to watch the game.

Putting everything else aside, this ridiculously high level of cultivation efficiency alone is enough to make her take it very seriously.

Song Wenjing opened her tablet, ready to take notes:

"You will definitely meet this student Zhang at the Tianxing Small Conference in the future, and then you will be his rivals."

So keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully in the upcoming matches; don't miss a single detail!

"Yes!"

"clear!"

Jin Yunxi and Zhou Hongyu immediately nodded in agreement.

The three teachers and students stared at arena number 9 with serious and focused expressions.

The spectators who had been secretly glancing at them couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Is ring number 9 really that good-looking?

With these questions in mind, many people also turned their attention to it.

……

Stage number 9, offstage.

Zhang Ziyang saw his opponent this time: Lin Weiwei.

She was a very eye-catching girl.

She has short black hair, a charming face, but a cold and sharp gaze.

She was wearing a cropped camouflage vest and denim shorts, with black lace-up tactical shoes on her feet.

His exposed skin was wheat-colored, and his muscle lines were clear and beautiful, showing that he exercised regularly.

But what caught Zhang Ziyang's attention the most was her silver belt with its cold metallic sheen and the leather tool bag tied to her right thigh.

"Jungle Leopard VI belt release device and matching leather card case?"

"This revealing outfit is probably for better freedom of movement during combat, so does that mean you're good at close-quarters fighting?"

With just one glance, Zhang Ziyang made a rough judgment in his mind.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Lin Weiwei turned her head and asked in a cold voice, one hand on her hip.

"Is it pretty? You little pervert!"

"..."

Zhang Ziyang was speechless; he hadn't thought of it that way at all.

Seeing his displeasure, Lin Weiwei's lips curled up, her eyes carrying a hint of mockery:

"Is this your first time in the arena, little brother?"

"Is it obvious?"

"Of course, it looks almost exactly the same as when I first came here, but don't be nervous, I'll go easy on you."

Lin Weiwei smiled, radiating confidence.

She could see it right away.

The handsome young man in front of me, who still had a touch of naivety, was an incredibly inexperienced novice.

His posture was loose, and he didn't know how to control his breathing; he was clearly a student who had just graduated from high school.

His talent is quite good; he broke through to the first tier at a young age and can now enter the third level of battle.

This student Zhang must be a genius from a top-tier card-playing high school, right?

But geniuses are only scary when they grow up.

In the future, the other party may achieve things that she can't even imagine, but at this stage, the winner will only be the experienced herself!

Zhang Ziyang replied with a nonchalant "Oh~", his eyes remaining calm and unmoved.

These words could not sway him.

A middle-aged staff member wearing a baseball cap sat at the table and explained the competition rules to the two people while they signed the "Competition Agreement".

First, never hit a person in vital areas.

Such as the groin, temples, back of the head, and throat—areas prone to fatal injury or disability.

Second, once one side concedes defeat, the other side cannot continue to attack.

If a person continues to attack the losing team after being warned by the referee, the matter will be directly handed over to the police.

Third, weapons can be used, but firearms and other firearms are not allowed.

If you do not have your own weapon, you can apply to the referee, but the quality is generally average.

Fourth, you must not attack the referees or the audience.

Fifth, knocking the opponent out of the ring can also be considered a victory.

After saying a long string of words, the referee checked the signature.

After asking questions such as whether they needed to prepare weapons, the two were allowed to go on stage.

After Zhang Ziyang and Lin Weiwei stood eight or nine meters apart, he shouted that the competition had begun.

"Little brother, I advise you to admit defeat and leave the ring quickly. After all, fists and feet have no eyes, and it wouldn't be good if your face got hurt."

Lin Weiwei looked at the young man in front of her with a smile on her face, her long and powerful legs slightly apart, and raised her hand to summon her soul card.

Amidst the flickering blood-red light, a soul card radiating an eerie purple glow suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The image on the Soul Card is of a thorny vine with red flowers.

There is a striking engraving in the lower right corner of the card, surrounded by five shimmering purple dots!

Zhang Ziyang understood immediately.

First-tier, five-star?

He is four minor realms higher than me.

Given that we don't know how many wildcards the opponent has, it seems we can't finish this quickly.

Looks like I'm having good luck; I drew a top-tier card master right away.

Lin Weiwei retrieved the soul card and continued in a seductive tone:

"I just came back from hunting in the rift and I'm exhausted. I really don't want to waste my energy bullying you, little brother."

So... if you're willing to admit defeat, I can treat you to a drink. How about that?

Zhang Ziyang slightly raised the corners of his lips and beckoned to her with his hand:

"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of admitting defeat."

Want to win? It's simple, just defeat me with your real skills!

His purpose in coming to the arena was to fight against skilled opponents.

The stronger the opponent, the better.

Surrender without a fight? Don't even think about it!

"What a regrettable answer, that's how it is..."

Having failed to persuade her to surrender, Lin Weiwei sighed, reached for her waist with her right hand, and drew out a gleaming silver soft sword.

When she drew her sword and swung it down, the blade dancing wildly like a snake, her entire demeanor instantly changed.

From stunning beauty just moments ago, to chilling, murderous intent!

Lin Weiwei raised her soft sword, and green vine-like patterns quickly appeared on her face.

She looked at Zhang Ziyang, her pupils instantly turning dark red.

Like red wine in a stemmed glass, it ripples with an intoxicating yet dangerous glow under the light.

"Then as you wish!"

"bring it on!"

Zhang Ziyang's face was serious, his muscles tense, ready to pounce.

With the battle about to begin, everyone was in high spirits, and cheers and shouts erupted from the stands.

Zhang Ziyang and Lin Weiwei are both good-looking.

It's pleasing to the eye just to look at it, not to mention that they're going to fight later.

If there's anything better than watching a match, it's watching handsome men and beautiful women fight.

"Go for it, beautiful lady, you can do it!"

"Brothers, stand up! Don't let those women look down on us!"

"Hehehe~ Combat boots~ Sweaty feet~ I really want to lick them~"

"unbelievable!"