Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

On the spacious arena, two figures stood facing each other. The crowd below the stage discussed among themselves, all recognizing the girl who had made the arrogant remarks earlier.

Even Ye An was no exception. He was always sensitive and suspicious. He would remember even a joke from someone, let alone what the girl in front of him had said.

Ye An's sharp eyes were fixed on the person opposite him like a hawk, his whole body tense, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Tsk tsk, look at him. He's like he's facing a formidable enemy no matter who he's competing against. This freshman is really unlucky to have to face him..."

"Yeah, this guy doesn't show any mercy to women at all. Look at his opponents in previous years, which one of them came out unscathed?"

"Even if you don't have a broken arm or leg, you still need to go to the hospital for treatment."

"Hmm... I always feel that if the teachers weren't there, he would definitely..." The student finished speaking, pursed his lips, and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Another student nodded in agreement, then smiled and said, "I think he'll tone it down a bit today, after all, the dean and several elders are watching."

"You mean the dean suddenly came to watch the game? Was it just to keep an eye on him?"

"I don't know, but who do you think will win?"

"What kind of question is that? Isn't it obvious to anyone with eyes to see?"

"Hey, I don't think so. I heard that the freshmen are quite capable."

"You only said that because she's so pretty, right? You're like that with every beautiful woman you see."

The student, realizing his thoughts had been guessed, gave an awkward smile and said, "Let's watch the show."

Although the students' conversation below was soft, every word reached Guan Xun's ears.

She turned her head slightly and looked toward the teachers' seats. Sure enough, the dean and several elders were sitting in the seats that had been empty just moments before.

A wave of frustration washed over me; I hoped these old guys wouldn't see through my disguise.

Ignoring the whispers around him, Guan Xun slightly twirled his hand, and a sharp spear flashed out—the high-grade spiritual weapon he had been awarded as a freshman reward.

With a casual wave of his hand, a strong gust of wind formed beneath him, blowing the dust on the ground in all directions.

Ye An coldly watched Guan Xun's movements. Seeing her take out a weapon, he also took out a huge spear. The spear shaft was imposing and suddenly shook at an extremely fast speed, instantly creating a spear flower, which then quickly disappeared.

He has consistently placed in the top six in the competitions over the years, and he is certain to do so again this year. With the intense competition for ownership of certain family assets in recent times, he cannot afford to lose.

And she was working under a newborn woman!

The family is not short of geniuses; if his reputation is ruined, he will definitely be kicked out of the queue of those companies to be allocated.

At that time, his father will also...

Guan Xun glanced at Ye An, whose expression was constantly changing and who seemed to be plotting something, and then turned his gaze toward Bona Tian.

Noticing Guan Xun's gaze, Bona Tian slowly raised his hand, then swung it down: "The contest...begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gazes of everyone watching the two on the stage became much more intense.

"I heard you're a freshman who just enrolled this year?"

A fierce, dark brown spiritual energy surged from Ye An's body. Instead of immediately attacking, he asked a question with some disdain.

The Ye family remains as cunning as ever...

Guan Xun raised her eyebrows slightly, and she could tell at a glance what kind of trick the other party was up to. Was he trying to take advantage of her when she was not paying attention and use a sneaky trick?

"Otherwise what? You talk too much nonsense," she said casually.

Just as she expected, the moment she opened her mouth, Ye Anbing had already swung his spear, attacking her with fierce spiritual power!

Guan Xun slightly twisted his neck, and powerful spiritual energy flowed rapidly through his meridians, bringing a continuous stream of abundant power to all parts of his body. A fierce flame rose from the spear he gripped tightly in his hand.

Almost the instant the other person began to move, she shot out like an arrow!

The speed was so fast that many people below the stage could only see two blurry shadows colliding, and finally, in the middle, they collided like boulders, emitting a powerful wave of spiritual energy.

When the spear clashed with the lance, it merely blocked the spear fiercely without breaking it. Seeing this, Guan Xun sighed helplessly, realizing that the weapon he condensed with his spiritual power was still the most effective.

Thinking this, spiritual energy surged from her palm, shattering the spear in her hand. The fragments of the spear exploded violently around the arena, causing some students near the arena to catch their breath slightly.

"This Ye An is truly amazing; he actually shattered that newly created weapon!"

"That looks like a high-grade spiritual artifact!"

"Didn't you see clearly? It was the freshman who shattered the weapon himself."

"Huh? Really?!"

"Yes."

"Why did she shatter her weapon? That was a high-grade spiritual artifact!"

The student was surprised, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the arena again carefully.

Not only were the surrounding gazes shocked, but even Ye An, who was fighting, had his pupils shrink slightly. This incomprehensible behavior made him frown.

"Are you admitting defeat?" he said in a deep voice.

Give up?

Guan Xun chuckled twice, as if he had heard a joke: "These two words are not in my mind. Since you've said it, then you might as well admit defeat."

As her eyes darkened slightly, the spiritual energy in her hand instantly transformed into a spear that looked exactly like the one before.

The spear carried tiny ripples of spiritual energy that spread rapidly outward the moment it received the opponent.

Ye An felt a sudden pain in his hand holding the spear, followed by a tingling numbness. The spear in his hand was actually knocked away and smashed to the side of the arena.

"Whoosh...!"

The sharp, piercing sound of wind cutting through the air caused a stinging pain in the eardrums of those around.

"We're going to lose."

Lu Shenqu watched the battle on the arena, his fingertips tapping incessantly on the table.

"This year's freshmen are so amazing." Zeng Qianxue said with a smile, her eyes full of surprise. She knew that Ye An's ranking was higher than theirs, which meant that the freshmen's strength was actually above theirs.

"This girl isn't very old, is she? She's so talented, is she some kind of young lady?" she asked curiously.

Lu Shenqu shook his head, and then heard Ling Moyan's smug voice: "Junior sister is fourteen years old, her family must be well-off, it's just that she's not from the capital."

"How do you know so much?"

"Just guessing." Ling Moyan shrugged.

Lu Shenqu: ...

Zeng Qianxue: ...

In the arena.

The instant the spear was deflected, Ye An forcefully twisted his body, dodging more than a dozen attacks that came in a very short time.

Although he guessed that a freshman who could participate in the competition must be quite strong, he did not expect that the freshman's strength would far exceed his expectations.

Faced with the attack, he was completely powerless to fight back, even though he was ranked fifth on the power ranking!

Seeing Ye An's steady retreat, Guan Xun raised an eyebrow slightly and asked casually, "Is the competition over?"