Devouring all things: I possess the energy of chaos.

Mo Hong, on the other hand, quietly took a spot to rest, seemingly unconcerned about their provocative behavior.

"Now we just need to see when it starts."

With his eyes slightly closed, Mo Hong began to conserve his energy.

Mo Hong didn't think too much about the upcoming sparring match, feeling that going into battle unprepared was the best approach.

Shi Tianhao and Pang Xiong were gathered together discussing tactical decisions, which also shows that No. 1 Middle School was putting a lot of pressure on them.

Before long, the school leaders from No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School arrived.

"You guys get ready quickly, it's starting soon."

Bai Tianbu walked over and urged the three of them.

At this point, the two teams' teammates stood on opposite sides of the field.

The arena is a square about 100 feet in size, providing a lot of space.

"We've already arranged the order before the competition, based on your rankings at the time. Pang Xiong will go first, Shi Tianhao second, and Mo Hong last."

Bai Tianbu still reminded him.

The three nodded.

Seating on the elevated platform of the venue.

The two leaders sat on opposite sides, briefly discussing the exchange.

Li Rui glanced at his watch, frowned slightly, and said, "Old Zhuang, the competition time is almost up, hasn't that person arrived yet?"

Since he wasn't in front of the students, Li Rui spoke in a more approachable manner.

"That official arrived a while ago, but he specifically told me he didn't want to show up, so there was nothing I could do."

Zhuang Jie pointed to a private room at a higher position.

The private box had a perfect view of the entire venue.

"Okay, there's no problem once you're here."

Li Rui glanced at it and said it was fine.

Soon, it was time for the match to begin.

One of the instructors from No. 1 Middle School walked to the center of the field to act as a referee and protector.

"In the first round, Zhang Lei from No. 1 Middle School and Pang Xiong from No. 2 Middle School will face off."

After Bai Tianbu patted Pang Xiong on the shoulder and said some encouraging words, he finally stepped onto the field.

As for the group from No. 1 Middle School, a tall, thin boy stepped forward.

The one from the First Middle School.

After seeing Zhang Lei go up, Zhou Bai jokingly said to Jiang Shuxue beside him, "Sister Xue, the head of the teaching department gave us a heads-up beforehand, saying that we should do our best. I was just discussing with Zhang Lei whether we could take on three opponents at once."

"I wonder if Zhang Lei can actually do it. If he does, well, Yanyang No. 2 Middle School will probably be too ashamed to stay there."

Jiang Shuxue had already changed into a loose martial arts uniform. She nodded slightly at Zhou Bai's words and said calmly, "With me as the finale, Yan Yang No. 2 Middle School really has nothing to fear. However, we still shouldn't underestimate our opponents."

As the top student at Yanyang No.1 High School, she naturally has the confidence and strength to back it up!

"Haha, Sister Xue, you think too highly of Yanyang No. 2 Middle School. In the past years, Yanyang No. 2 Middle School has always been crushed by our No. 1 Middle School in the college entrance examination. They have never won in terms of student quality. This school is just so-so."

Zhou Bai waved his hand dismissively.

"Be careful what you say. It's best to say these things in private. Don't say them in front of the people from No. 2 Middle School."

Jiang Shuxue frowned slightly and scolded in a low voice.

Sensing that Jiang Shuxue seemed angry, Zhou Bai was still a little scared and quickly shut his mouth.

Only those from Yanyang No.1 High School can understand that Jiang Shuxue is not just pretty; her strength lies in her martial arts prowess.

He had been beaten by her several times, and he became more obedient.

……

On the field, both men drew their swords as weapons, remaining silent and quietly watching each other.

"Game start."

At the start of the match, Pang Xiong took the initiative and launched an attack, trying to seize the initiative.

Zhang Lei didn't dodge at all, and raised his hand to slash with his sword.

The two men's weapons clashed, producing a clanging sound.

In just a few seconds, the two sides exchanged more than a dozen blows.

However, as the fight went on, Pang Xiong gradually found himself unable to hold on, and he sustained more and more injuries.

His feet involuntarily took a step back.

Seeing that Pang Xiong seemed to be at a disadvantage in the game, Shi Tianhao became anxious and couldn't help but ask Mo Hong, "Mo Hong, who do you think will win?"

"Zhang Lei is at the peak of level 4, and his physical attributes are already slightly better than Pang Xiong's. Judging from their fighting style, Zhang Lei's swordsmanship is also better. It's only a matter of time before Pang Xiong admits defeat."

Mo Hong was silent for a few seconds before commenting.

"His swordsmanship is stronger?"

Shi Tianhao's pupils contracted slightly, knowing that Pang Xiong's swordsmanship was already close to the elite level.

If Zhang Lei's swordsmanship is even stronger, that means—

“That’s right. Zhang Lei’s swordsmanship has probably reached the elite level, and judging from his technique, it seems that he has not only just reached the elite level, but has obviously mastered it for some time.”

"The situation may seem tense, but the outcome has already been decided."

Mo Hong said softly.

On the field, Pang Xiong kept retreating, and was almost forced out of the field.

All that could be seen was that Zhang Lei's sword was being swung faster and faster, with increasing force.

Seeing that he was unable to hold out, Pang Xiong couldn't help but panic.

"How can this guy get stronger as the battle goes on? What should we do next?"

Pang Xiong was panting heavily, his eyes filled with tension.

In his hasty response, Pang Xiong failed to block one of the swords in time.

With a "thud," the sword pierced deep into Pang Xiong's right arm, causing blood to splatter.

"Hiss~, I give up, I give up, stop it now."

Pang Xiong's face contorted in pain as he gasped for breath and quickly admitted defeat.

Zhang Lei, who walked over, didn't even look at Pang Xiong directly, glancing at him sideways and mockingly saying, "Weak."

Pang Xiong felt he had no way to refute, so he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in anger.

Seeing that the match was over, Mo Hong and Shi Tianhao quickly went over and carried Pang Xiong away.

Noticing Pang Xiong's injuries, Shi Tianhao's eyes turned icy as he coldly said to Zhang Lei, "It was just a friendly spar, why would it cause serious injury?"

"You're telling me it'll be a serious injury? As a martial artist, every time you face a demonic beast, it's a life-or-death battle. You're telling me the demonic beast will go easy on you?"

"Being less skilled is simply being less skilled; why try to cover it up with excuses?"

Zhang Lei raised his shoulders and sneered.

"Good good."

Shi Tianhao couldn't find a reason to refute, and his face turned ashen.

After carrying Pang Xiong off the field, Bai Tianbu, who had come over, noticed his injuries and his expression turned grim.

"Shi Tianhao, you don't need to hold back in the next round. Since Yanyang No.1 Middle School is showing no mercy, you two will both go all out from now on."

Bai Tianbu gave the order in a cold voice.

The two nodded emphatically.

Since the next game will start in ten minutes, it also gives both sides time to prepare.

Mo Hong sat to the side, and although he hadn't said anything, judging from Pang Xiong's injuries, it would probably take more than ten days to recover.

Although he and Pang Xiong were not particularly close, he was still representing Yanyang No. 2 Middle School in the competition.

Yanyang No. 2 Middle School is his school. Now that the people from No. 1 Middle School are so arrogant and domineering, it's like slapping them in the face. Mo Hong is also a little angry.