November 2nd.

In the early morning, the autumn morning in the Magic City is cool, the air is filled with the smell of hustle and bustle, and there is an endless stream of discussions.

Today is the start of the National Wuhan University Exchange Competition.

Early in the morning, countless people gathered in front of Mowu Gate.

Most of them are local people in Mowu, including ordinary people, martial arts masters, and martial arts masters from all over the country.

In front of the crowd were rows of reporters coming from various provinces, flash lights flashing.

"The master of the main hall of the Demon City Document Hall is here."

"The city lord of the magic city is here too."

"The commander of the Demonic Army is here too? Isn't he guarding the 'Beast Tide' in the Demonic Space? Is he here too?"

The reporters on guard saw heavyweight guests appear from the crowd one after another, including the master of the main hall of the Book Hall of the Demon City and the city lord of the Demon City.

Some people even caught a glimpse of a martial artist wearing a battle armor, walking out of the crowd, and entering the magic weapon under the guidance of the staff. Some martial artists recognized him as the commander of the magic weapon army, and he guards the other-dimensional space all year round.

I rarely show up, but here I am.

This National Wuhan University Exchange Competition has created quite a buzz.

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In the crowd, a fat man stood on tiptoe and looked into Mowu: "Why haven't Qin Mo and the others appeared yet?"

Zhang You specifically asked for leave today to watch the National Wuhan University Exchange Competition. His original physical examination and cultural classes were not enough to attend the provincial key points, so he could only take the exam to a second-tier Wuhan University. Fortunately, it was relatively close to the magic city, in Zhejiang Province.

Next to Zhang You, men and women followed him, looking like fans of younger brothers and younger sisters.

A girl wearing a camisole with a few freckles on her face asked: "Zhang You, do you really know the students of Diwu? Qin Mo, I have heard that he has written quatrains, poems, and articles handed down from generation to generation. Is it really true of you?"

Very familiar?"

A boy with a pot head next to him said disdainfully: "Zhang Meng, don't believe him. He is from a second-tier martial arts university. It is possible that he knows an Imperial Martial Arts student and is as close as a brother? He doesn't even make drafts when he brags."

Zhang Wei laughed and said: "What's wrong with the second-tier Wuhan University? The second-tier Wuhan University has strengths and weaknesses."

"Zhang You is physically stronger than you."

"Zhang You's grades in cultural classes are also better than yours."

"Zhang You's physical body is stronger than yours."

The Jarhead boy said angrily: "Zhang Wei, do you deserve a beating? Have you spoken to me?"

Zhang Wei chuckled, gave him a look of disdain, and then continued to look inside Mowu.

Zhang Wei also came to see the Imperial Martial Arts students, and he just wanted to see Qin Mo for fun. If he really wanted to see a good friend, he should see Hong Meng.

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Ten minutes later, Qin Mo and the others followed the other Wuhan University crowds and entered Mowu through the side door.

In the martial arts competition, there are a total of 32 teams, all of which are provincial key, special zone key and two martial arts universities, Mo Wu and Imperial Wu.

Those who do not reach this level will generally not participate in such a large-scale exchange competition. At most, they will have one-on-one exchanges. The instructor will lead the team and take the martial arts students to another Wuhan University for exchanges.

In this kind of large-scale exchange competition, everyone understands that if you don't have some strength, it will be a beating, not exchange.

In the liberal arts department competition, the number of students participating was half less, with only 16 teams.

But all together, there were four to five hundred people.

Four to five hundred people entered the venue together, and together with the audience, the entire Mowu playground became extremely noisy.

Soon, on the competition stage set up by Mowu, a middle-aged man with strong energy, like a blazing flame, appeared and said solemnly into the microphone: "Quiet, everyone in the audience, students from all over the world, and journalists, please be quiet.

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"As an audience, I hope you know that when students are competing, your voices can easily disturb the state of the participating students, so from now on, please be quiet."

"Once someone disrupts the order and affects the students' performance, they will be expelled immediately and will never be able to enter Mowu again."

"Now, as the principal of the Demonic Martial Arts Academy, I announce that the National Martial Arts University Exchange Competition has begun."

Is this the beginning?

Sitting in the auditorium, the audience, expecting a long speech taking turns on the stage, were ready to sit up for a while.

Then, a middle-aged martial arts master with a slicked back hair and a shiny black hair came on stage with his hands behind his back. "Everyone, I am Ma Hongguang, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Education. I will announce to you the rules of the Wuhan University Exchange Competition."

"The competition is divided into three major categories: martial arts, literature, and magic.

Among them, the martial arts department is subdivided into freshmen competition and old student competition.

There is no distinction between the literature department and the magic music department.

In addition, there is also the final team competition.

Today, the first competition to be held is the martial arts competition. Let’s talk about the rules first.

There are 32 teams of participating students from Wuhan University. Each Wuhan University has five students. According to the order, each Wuhan University will send one student to the stage in order, and the winner will stay. The last five students will attack together, and the Wuhan University that defeats the most opponents will win."

The rules are not difficult to understand. It does not mean that one person stands at the end and wins. That would be unfair to Wuhan University who played first.

Rather, the winner is based on the number of opponents defeated, or the total number of opponents defeated by the five students combined.

"Next, we invite all the students from the 32 teams of Wuhan University to come on stage."

Following the words of Minister of Education Ma Hongguang, top students from 32 key Wuhan universities across China appeared one by one from the backstage.

Before coming, they had already changed into the uniforms of their respective Wuhan University. As soon as they appeared, they were clearly visible.

Lou Jiancheng looked at Qin Mo and Sun Yiyun, "Qin Mo, Sun Yiyun, you guys, don't embarrass our Emperor Wu."

Sun Yiyun pretended to be calm, but his voice trembled slightly: "Senior Lou, don't say that, I'm a little nervous."

Lin Zhishui and Shan Xin also nodded.

Nervous, really nervous.

What they faced were students from 32 Wuhan universities. It could be said that the 32 Wuhan universities participating in Wuhan University across the country represented the highest universities in China.

Shan Xin swallowed his saliva and said: "I promised you in advance that everyone should not place too high demands on me. I will try my best to defeat an opponent. Any more will depend on luck."

Shan Xin was not a regular player, and was originally going to sit on the bench to travel to the Magic City. Who knew that Zhou Wu was seriously injured by Qin Mo on the competition stage and had an accident, and he was a firefighter who was forced to appear.

Hearing Shan Xin's words, Lou Jiancheng sneered and said, "You are still a contestant of the Imperial Martial Arts. Is this all you have to offer?"

Shan Xin said it very conservatively, but Lou Jiancheng knew that if his words were spread, he would be treated as a laughing stock. How can the students of the Imperial Martial Academy have such little ambition?

Sun Yiyun said: "Shan Xin, don't look any further. What Qin Mo said in an interview with Shanghai TV Station is that there are quite a few contestants who want to beat us Emperor Martial students to death."

"Once you get on the competition stage, if you don't take it seriously, you may be beaten to death."

Shan Xin's face turned pale and he looked at Qin Mo beside him with resentment on his face.

It's all you, why do you want to cause hatred?

"It's your turn." At this moment, the Mowu staff responsible for etiquette clapped their hands and said.

Qin Mo and the five others began to appear one after another.
Chapter completed!