Bang bang bang bang bang bang... the fierce impact echoed throughout the venue.
Under the attack of six telepathic cat paws, the formation of Ice Blade Storm became messy and they were retreating steadily.
The vast majority of the audience was confused.
They could only barely sense the thousands of dark gas traces flying above Zhou Yue's head.
The ice blade that sensed Wang Haibo seemed to be cursed. Whenever it encountered dark air marks, it was either shattered or dissolved. All in all, it was very embarrassing.
The sensing power of mind cultivators below the third realm can no longer keep up with Zhou Yue's mind power cat paw.
So they don't know what happened.
Only those who have reached the level of Ximen Mirror and Shang Wuhen can use more powerful induction to mentally visualize the real battle scene in front of them.
They can "see" it clearly, but they cannot understand it, and the shock in their hearts is far greater than that of others.
At this time, Zhou Yue had already walked back to the center of the ring and was taking a leisurely stroll.
It was in sharp contrast to Wang Haibo, who had a solemn expression across from him.
In terms of the war situation, Zhou Yue and Wang Haibo were evenly matched.
As time went by, Zhou Yue gradually suppressed Wang Haibo's Ice Blade Storm on the scene.
Zhou Yue was already very proficient in the big cat insecticide palm.
As soon as he used his telekinesis, he was already very proficient, like using his arms and fingers. His moves were tricky and unpredictable, and were beyond the comparison of Wang Haibo's ice blade technique.
Zhou Yue already had some calculations in his mind.
The racial secret technique of using telekinesis to simulate miraculous creatures is at least half as powerful as the attribute telepathy technique used by Wang Haibo.
But in a competition, who is stronger or weaker depends on your own strength.
The same attribute mind technique exerts completely different power in the hands of different people.
Zhou Yue raised his head and looked at Wang Haibo opposite: "That's almost it. We can stop here."
Wang Haibo was startled and his heart beat faster.
After an instant, Wang Haibo's expression changed drastically.
Zhou Yue opposite him disappeared out of thin air.
No afterimage left.
Telekinesis! How could he use two telekinesis at the same time? Are these gray air marks not telekinesis?
A series of thoughts flashed through Wang Haibo's mind, but he had no time to say them out.
Zhou Yue was approaching him via teleportation.
Wang Haibo's reaction was quite fast, and he immediately turned around and moved all the ice blade storms in front of him, forming a ten-meter-high ice blade storm wall.
His Ice Blade Storm had just finished deploying when it was hit by an invisible giant palm.
boom!
Thousands of ice blades flew in all directions.
The ice blade storm as thick as a city wall collapsed and disintegrated.
Like the flowers ending, they dissolved and disappeared one by one in mid-air, and the flow of ice-attribute material energy poured back into the nearby elemental subspace.
As Wang Haibo's "Ice and Snow Kingdom" fell apart, he was completely exposed to Zhou Yue's telepathic power.
The next second, Wang Haibo's body was hit by wisps of dark air marks, and his whole body flew backwards.
Bang!
Wang Haibo flew out of the ring.
The whole place was silent.
As Wang Haibo landed, the victory or defeat decision given by the system appeared on the holographic projection screen.
The competition is over.
The winner, freshman, Zhou Yue.
It wasn't until Zhou Yue stepped off the ring that the spectators in the stands around him felt like they were waking up from a dream, and their hearts were still full of shock.
After a while, the discussion gradually started to spread.
Some people are enjoying themselves, while others are feeling sorry for the lost tribute coins.
Some well-informed Third Transformation Realm students believed that their trip was worthwhile.
They were impressed by the overwhelming publicity through various channels two days before the game, and came to watch the game with a dubious attitude.
Of course, the main purpose is to place bets.
But they never expected that the process of this low-level arena battle would be more exciting than the advertisement.
To describe it in one word, it was full of twists and turns...unexpected.
Many elders travel between the country and abroad for many years, performing various tasks and walking on the edge of life and death.
They regard watching ring battles and betting on games as their own way of leisure and relaxation.
Their way of regulating the spiritual world is different from ordinary people, and they don't need those funny soap operas for variety shows and entertainment.
For them, the more exciting and unexpected it is, the more comfortable it is for their spiritual world.
"The new king is worthy of his title. I am convinced that I have lost this thousand tribute coins."
"Old Wang, remember to notify me next time there is an arena match or other competition with this new king."
"Hahaha, I am a graduate, but I didn't understand how this freshman won. He has mastered such a magical skill of pressing the bottom of the box at such a young age. The college finally accepted a monster this year."
…
Beside the ring, Ximen Jing was stunned for a long time, then slowly breathed a sigh of relief, took off his sunglasses, and a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the ordinary passerby.
Zhou Yue passed by the Ximen Mirror, and Leng Buding sent a message: "All profits will be divided into ten parts, and you take one."
The smile on Ximen Jing's face solidified: "Hey, even if I take a small amount, I should get at least 30%. Speaking of which, I paid all the initial investment, but you didn't pay a penny..."
Suddenly, he thought: "Wait a minute, how many people are involved in this gambling?"
Zhou Yue smiled and walked straight past without answering.
Ximen Jing's eyes were complicated. He had already realized in his heart that the preparation of this bet in just two days was almost a smooth sailing, and it was definitely not his own fault.
From the City Affairs Department, to the Supervision Department, to the college office, everyone needs to apply for approval, and only after approval can they hold public gambling matches.
But what Ximenjing didn't expect was that these processes went extremely fast, three or four times faster than the normal speed of working days during the semester.
It's as if there are many invisible hands behind the scenes, quietly promoting this gamble.
In the bustling arena, Ximen Jing's back felt chilly.
The new student in front of me has already accumulated so many connections in the school city in less than a month, and he is obviously a powerful person.
Even the teaching assistant, who in the eyes of ordinary students can influence the school's affairs, has actually become a part of it.
Damn it, maybe I am still the weakest link among them.
With such vision and layout... what exactly does he want to do?
Ding!
The ID card shows that the tribute coins have arrived.
When Ximen Jing looked at the seven-digit tribute coins in the card, he suddenly beamed and couldn't help but be happy.
Although only 10% of it belongs to him, and the initial investment has to be deducted, it is still much more than what he earned by deceiving his junior students for an entire summer.
"It's best not to offend this new king."
Ximen Jing suppressed the greed in his heart, shook his little hand, and transferred all the remaining millions of tribute coins to Zhou Yue, minus his own share.
…
In the corner of the stands, Shi Qing, who was heavily armed and wrapped up, took a deep breath: "Very good, this time I tortured the top ten in the first grade. I, this brother, can't suppress it at all. It's just that I used to have too simple ideas.
"
Ding!
There was a sound from the ID card indicating that the tribute coins had arrived.
"Haha, you are so polite to me. My brother also means something."
Shi Qing glanced at the transfer of more than 200,000 tribute coins, smiled happily, and then glanced at a seat on the west side of the stand, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"You, the descendants of the Grand Master, are already sitting on the resources of the ancestral shadow, and your hands are still stretched so far... Don't let me find out a second time."
…
Shi Qing's eyes drifted past the seat.
Bian Xuerong took a deep breath, with deep bitterness and self-mockery on her face, and then she quietly looked at the slightly feminine profile of the young man next to her in the shadow of the light.
The other party's expression and eyes were so calm, but Bian Xuerong could feel the turbulence in this young descendant's heart at this time.
But for some reason, she could quickly regain her composure.
Could it be because... I'm used to Zhou Yue trying to turn the tide again and again?
So numb?
The self-mockery on Bian Xuerong's face became even more intense.
At this time, Shang Wuhen chuckled, "This Zhou Yue is a bit interesting. Under normal circumstances, he might have become a difficult opponent."
Bian Xuerong's heart trembled slightly, and a horrifying thought flashed through her mind.
"Sir, are you planning to...get rid of him?"
Shang Wuhen shook his head: "He is not worthy of my action yet. The top priority is the spiritual battle. Every spiritual battle is an excellent opportunity for improvement for both spiritual masters and contract partners. But I failed to catch up.
Those who participate in this event, no matter how talented they were before, will be quickly distanced."
Bian Xuerong's eyes darkened, and she forced a smile: "Yes, no matter how talented Zhou Yue is, how can he compare with Master Shang. The Master is already a fourth-level spiritual master, and he has not yet undergone the contract trial...
…Oh, by the way, he has a sleeping crow.”
"The sleeping crow he awakened?"
Shang Wuhen was startled, then laughed out loud: "How can a sleeping crow fight? Can he snore to hypnotize his opponent?"
Bian Xuerong was also laughing, her smile a little awkward.
Even though she is already among the top ten elites in age, she is still far away from signing a contract as a spiritual pet partner.
In the Relic Academy, there are many people who have the talent for spiritual cultivation but have no chance to sign a spiritual pet contract.
There are both students and teachers.
Hum, maybe Zhou Yue will be one of them.
…
Behind the fence on the east side of the grandstand, in a hidden box.
Song Yuxin asked in a low voice: "Director, how can you be sure that he will win?"
The middle-aged man sitting on the spherical chair asked instead: "What kind of person do you think Zhou Yue is?"
Song Yu thought for a moment: "Cynical and unpredictable, he seems simple, but he has scheming and wealth that are beyond his age, and he seems to have good luck."
Nie Yuanfeng laughed dumbly: "Stop talking, he doesn't have your obsession."
Song Yu was startled.
Just listen to Nie Yuanfeng say: "You, Shi Qing, Ximen Jing, Chen Wenxi, including Shang Wuhen, are all the leaders of our younger generation in China. But you all have your own obsessions."
"I want to prove myself."
"I want to compare myself to others."
"Some are obsessed with revenge."
"Some are caught up in the grudges of the previous generation."
"You take these obsessions as your goals, devote yourself to practice, and strive to become stronger. It is indeed the driving force for you to move forward. But in this way, you have lost the purity that should be there in cultivating a path."
Song Yu was a little dissatisfied: "But how can a person who doesn't even have obsessions become stronger?"
Nie Yuanfeng smiled: "In that way, he can truly find the essence of mindfulness cultivation and devote himself more purely to it. The concept of 'happy mindfulness cultivation' was proposed by the former Grand Master Bai Yan. Of course, the senior himself also
He didn't do it, after all, he lived in that era."
Song Yu was stunned: "Did Zhou Yue do it?"
Nie Yuanfeng said: "At least he is the closest person I have ever met. If Grandmaster Bai Yan was still here, he would definitely be proud to have such a disciple from another generation... No, it should be said that he is a creative practice partner.
And feel relieved.”
Song Yu was stunned.
She didn't expect that the director, one of the three giants behind Zhonglu, would give Zhou Yue such a high evaluation.
"I originally wanted to arrange an assistant teaching position, but now it seems that the situation is still too small. I have to postpone it for a while."
Listening to the director's voice, Song Yu's heart was shocked again.
She didn't know what the director was referring to or what the teaching assistant structure was. She had never heard the director mention it before.
A thought flashed through her mind: "The director doesn't want Zhou Yue to participate in the spiritual battle, right? But first he has to have a contract partner. Wait, doesn't he want to be with that person?
Are you signing the contract with the head crow? The sleeping crow is just a low-level extraordinary species..."
Nie Yuanfeng smiled noncommittally: "Zhou Yue, this kid, is most likely already a spiritual master. There are very few places left in the academy's spiritual battle. Whether he can seize the opportunity depends on him."
Song Yu was startled again, her lips parted, and there was a look of surprise in her eyes.
What surprised her was not that Zhou Yue might be Ling Yu, but that she suddenly discovered that... she was actually not surprised at all.
If Zhou Yue is really a spiritual master, what will his spiritual pet be?
Wait, why does the director seem so familiar with Zhou Yue?
at this time.
Ding!
The sound of tribute coins arriving came from Song Yuxin's ID card.