Chapter 65: The Second Match Approaches
Zi Xing’s Realization
Zi Xing narrowed her eyes, beginning to understand. The light knights weren’t flawless—they were manifestations of Ye Sheng’s ability and couldn’t stray far from him, which explained why they didn’t pursue her.
“No wonder you’re so good at framing others, always hiding behind defensive tricks,” Zi Xing sneered, her lips curling in mockery.
Ye Sheng ignored her taunts, focusing solely on condensing his light spear.
Seeing the stalemate, the commentator teacher jumped in. “Oh! While Ye Sheng’s summoned light knights can’t chase the president, she’s struggling to break through their defense to reach him! If this continues, Ye Sheng’s spear will be ready—what will our president do?!”
Zi Xing shot an annoyed glance at the teacher, muttering, “Our president? Tch, you’re really getting on my nerves.”
Boom—
As she spoke, she slammed her greatsword into the ground, its tip embedding deeply, causing the commentator to break out in a cold sweat.
“Uh…” The teacher awkwardly wiped his forehead, at a loss for words.
Seeing him quiet down, Zi Xing gripped her sword handle again, a confident smile spreading across her face.
A Bold Move
“Your knights can’t come to me, and you can’t move. In that case…”
Muttering to herself, Zi Xing tightened her grip on the sword, her ability’s glow flaring. In an instant, the dozens of metal swords in the air sped toward her greatsword.
As each sword merged with it, the greatsword grew larger. Zi Xing raised the expanding blade with both hands, chuckling softly. “Then I’ll just crush you and your knights together!”
Her eyes turned crimson, her purple hair breaking free from its tie, flowing wildly. A powerful aura erupted, shattering the ground around her, sending debris flying.
Ye Sheng’s spear wasn’t yet complete, but Zi Xing’s sword kept growing. Trapped on the arena, Ye Sheng had nowhere to escape.
Ye Sheng’s Desperation
Ye Sheng gritted his teeth, focusing on his unfinished spear, his brows furrowed as he stared at the towering sword. After a moment, he growled, “Damn monster!”
“My knights, hold her off!”
At his command, the light knights positioned themselves in front of him, but they could only block some of the flying debris.
He knew he couldn’t win like this—not just the match, but he might not even survive this strike.
No… I can’t lose… Qingyue’s watching. I can’t look this pathetic in front of her!
System, convert all my remaining rewards into spirit points!
Ye Sheng shouted desperately in his mind, entrusting everything to the system.
[Converting… Conversion complete.]
Feeling a surge of spiritual energy flood his body, Ye Sheng grinned ferociously at Zi Xing, as if victory was assured.
A Clash of Powers
“Break, Sky!”
Unfazed by Ye Sheng’s reaction, Zi Xing completed her strike’s preparation. Her greatsword swung down, carrying immense pressure that cracked the ground beneath Ye Sheng. Yet, he showed no fear.
“My knights, lend me your strength one last time!”
With that, Ye Sheng thrust his incomplete spear into the light knights. In an instant, they dissolved into particles, absorbed into the spear.
Empowered by the knights’ sacrifice, Ye Sheng’s spear finally took form. He raised his arm, aiming at the charging Zi Xing, ready to meet her head-on.
“Holy Spear, Pierce!”
With a shout, he hurled the spear with all his might.
The light spear clashed with the greatsword, metal against light, producing a deafening roar.
The impact shook the entire arena, a blinding flash forcing spectators to avert their eyes.
An Unexpected Outcome
As the light from the clash faded, the students opened their eyes. The arena no longer held just two fighters. The silent referee stood in the center, holding Zi Xing with his left hand and restraining Ye Sheng with his right, announcing coldly, “This round is a draw.”
“What? Wait!” Ye Sheng protested, still ready to fight.
The referee merely glanced at him coldly and repeated, “Draw. Next match.”
Ye Sheng wanted to argue, but as the dust settled, he saw Zi Xing, unscathed and in better shape than him.
The referee’s call was clearly for his benefit. Reluctantly, Ye Sheng nodded.
Zi Xing, too, accepted the ruling without protest, obediently leaving the arena, though visibly disappointed.
She knew that without her higher tier, she would have lost that clash.
Ye Sheng’s Disappointment
Ye Sheng, unlike Zi Xing, felt no guilt. He approached Fu Qingyue, his smile awkward.
“Sorry, I did my best.”
Ye Sheng apologized softly, but Fu Qingyue remained silent.
“Qingyue?”
Calling her name again, Fu Qingyue finally looked up at him. “Brother Ye, you lost?”
“…No, it was a draw.”
“Is that so… I see.” Fu Qingyue responded curtly and, without looking back, headed to the arena.
Ye Sheng frowned at her retreating figure. Her question made it seem like she hadn’t even watched his match—how could she not know the result?
“But… that’s impossible, right?”
Unwilling to believe anything could matter more to Fu Qingyue than him, Ye Sheng wanted to confront her, but for now, he could only wait below.
Fu Qingyue’s Resolve
Fu Qingyue slowly ascended the arena, her heart still clouded with confusion and doubt.
She didn’t understand the meaning behind Yu Li’s smile.
Nor did she know who the blonde girl was or what she meant to Yu Li—she didn’t want to know… or rather, she was afraid to.
The blonde girl’s presence clearly contradicted Yu Li’s words.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Fu Qingyue steeled herself. She had to win this match because… she promised Yu Li she would win and claim a hug.
Her expression turned resolute. No matter what, this was a match she couldn’t lose.
A Shocking Twist
Reality, however, was full of surprises. When Fu Qingyue looked up at her opponent, her thoughts froze, overwhelmed by chaos and panic.
Oblivious to the shift, the commentator teacher announced loudly, “Let’s welcome the participants of the second match: Fu Qingyue from Class B, Year 1, and… Yu Li from Class A, Year 1!”