Supreme Grandpa

Yang Song "sold" his skin for the few seats he needed, but everyone from the Blue Bolt Sect sat without any psychological burden. Yang Song shook his head helplessly when he saw it.

It was hard to be a big parent.

Until the match was about to start, after Yao He and Wu Zhiyun both took the stage, the excitement of the spectators towards Yang Song\'s appearance eased a lot.

Yao He was an earth ability user.

As for Wu Zhiyun, he was also an earth ability user!

In the next scene, it would be an earth and earth duel!

In the realm, Yao He was a small level lower, and he was on the defending side in this competition.

It was not that there were no chances because status, combat experience, etc., were likely to make up for this small level gap.

Of course, after doing this several times, his odds of winning would not be higher than 20%.

Unless there were any special variables.

In short, the gap in the realm of power was fatal.

After the two came, they first gave Yang Song a salute.

After Yang Song nodded, they greeted the referee at the scene.

After the referee briefly checked the competition arena, he also looked at Yang Song\'s side.

Yang Song simply said, "You are the protagonist, so everything is done according to the rules."

The referee was a B-rank stage 9 expert from the Martial League Academy.

Hearing this, he gave Yang Song a salute again, and asked the two of them, "You are clear about the rules of the test, right?"

The two nodded and said yes.

"Then the match, officially begins!"

The competition arena was huge, with a length and width of more than one hundred meters.

The rules were also very simple. If one fell out of the ring or lost clearly, one would lose.

After the referee announced the start, the competition began!

"Zhang Yujin, give me the drink."

"Oh, yes," Zhang Yujin quickly passed Yang Song\'s cold drink.

What could he do other than drinking while watching the match?

Moreover, this drink was not simple, it was a psychic drink he made himself.

However, accidents always came quickly.

As soon as he drank the drink, Tang Yan\'er stopped cheering for Yao He, the snacks in her hand were not fragrant anymore, and she looked at Yang Song eagerly and cautiously as if she was a cat.

This girl was very courageous in front of other people, but she was like an obedient cat in front of Yang Song, which was very strange.

But looking from another perspective, Yang Song was the person she respected after all. There was no reason not to be obedient in front of him. After all, she had not succeeded in her mission in making Yang Song her master yet.

Yang Song naturally noticed her look, so he helplessly disappeared for a few seconds and came back with the same thing and gave it to her.

In the ring, the game had started!

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C-rank...especially for martial artists, C-rank was a qualitative change point, and early C-rank was equivalent to a Master martial artist in the early stage.

But for mystic warriors, reaching the C-rank, meant that the psychic energy in their bodies became more refined, which also made their attack more powerful.

Only by reaching the C-rank would the fighting power gap between martial artists and mystic warriors of the same level would slowly narrow.

Not for anything else, just because the martial artists generally had stronger bodies than mystic warriors in general, it was especially so for element-type ability users and mages.

Before C-rank, the two could play on equal ground against each other.

Of course, even if the martial artists reached the C-rank and mastered strange and long-range techniques, it was still not enough compared with the mystic warriors.

Therefore, even if it was the same C-rank, the mystic warriors still had a certain advantage.

Anyway, in the duel between Yao He and Wu Zhiyun, two C-rank ability users, in addition to ability combat, there was also a contest of psychic energy attacks from the body.

In that scene, earth protruded all over the place, and it was extremely enjoyable.

This could be heard from the waves of cheering chants on the scene.

...

On the stage, Yao He, which was lower by a small level, was crushed almost the whole time.

He stood in the middle of the combat platform with a wall of earth shield in front of him.

And Wu Zhiyun, using his already mature body and attacking skills, made a fierce attack from multiple angles and methods by condensing spears made of earth!

With spears and shields fighting against each other, when the spears were sharper, the shields were often pierced.

This was the situation on the field now. When Yao He faced Wu Zhiyun\'s onslaught, the decline became more and more obvious. Over time, there was a tendency to lose!

If he did not break the game again and continued like this, he would undoubtedly lose!

Another blade light made of pure psychic energy cut out by Yao He was dodged by his opponent again.

With that, that slash of psychic energy shot towards the auditorium!

But fortunately, the edge of the ring had already been covered with an inductive energy barrier, and it would take effect only if the referee worked a little.

At this time, the "battle" in the audience was not weak at all.

On Wu Zhiyun\'s side, there were many people from the Abyss Hunting Organization, and the shouts and cheers were overwhelming.

And the "host" of Yao He, which was the Blue Bolt Sect...

Well, the voices of Tang Yan\'er, Li Wanjing, and Wang Hu were really not enough.

Zhang Yujin had a lot of thoughts in her mind, so she pretended to be reserved, and the sound of cheering was no different from mosquitoes\' sound.

As for Man Qiaofei?

Regardless of her temperament, let\'s talk about her identity, White Sapphire Lord, the top of the Mystic List, a peer idol respected by millions of young people...

So, of course, the temperament must be tightly controlled, otherwise, how could she have an aura of an extraordinary genius?

So, at this time, both on and off the field, although the battle was fierce, the Blue Bolt Sect was the side that had been crushed.

This situation was in Yang Song\'s expectation.

What was his thought?

Well, the battle was not over yet.