CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 73: CAN’T UNDERSTAND HUMAN SPEECH, CAN YOU?

Linjiang First High School, three consecutive losses!

Moreover, even the highly anticipated Thunder Blade Miao Yi was defeated. Despite giving it his all, he couldn’t even make his opponent bleed.

The gap is so large, it’s despairing.

Xu Lan furrowed her brows deeply at this moment. Such an unexpected outcome left her with a headache: ’Song Xi hasn’t even sealed his pores, how could he have possibly mastered the True Qi Martial Armor?’

Xu Lan couldn’t fathom this matter.

One must know that on Blue Star, although the ranks of Professional Level Martial Artists are divided into nine, they are actually categorized into three major tiers.

From the First to the Third Rank, Inner Breath can be converted into Martial Arts True Qi. The muscle strength of the body can withstand small-caliber bullets. This is the Lower Three Ranks.

From the Fourth to the Sixth Rank, True Qi protects the body autonomously. The resonance between cells generates a force field capable of withstanding rifle bullets. This is the Middle Three Ranks.

From the Seventh to the Ninth Rank, Divine Thought resonates with heaven and earth. True Qi integrates with nature, able to transfer received damage away, enough to withstand anti-material weapons. This is the Upper Three Ranks.

And the True Qi Martial Armor is a life-saving Divine Skill that only martial artists above the Professional Fourth Rank can qualify to refine, mastered only by a few geniuses.

Song Xin doesn’t even have True Qi right now, so where did he get True Qi Martial Armor?

Xu Lan couldn’t help but glance at Yuan Hao from the corner of her eye. To this martial arts master who has risen in fame in Linjiang City over the past two years, she previously thought he had been hyped up by Yingjie spending money on promotion, but unexpectedly, he did have some skills.

At this moment, Yuan Hao sat in the audience, expressionless, his gaze as calm and composed as ever, as if Song Xin’s victory wasn’t worth celebrating.

"Weak, weak, weak, truly too weak. Doesn’t First High School’s Fighting Center have anyone capable of a real fight?"

Song Xin stood in the ring, his expression and tone extremely contemptuous.

Below the platform, Zheng Zigang immediately got angry, standing up with a fiery temper: "You just defeated a few underlings and here you are showing off, do you really think you’re invincible? Beat the best in our First High School Fighting Center first, then talk!"

Song Xin looked utterly confused: "Who is the best in your First High School now?"

"Of course, it’s Ye Qingzhou, or is it me?"

At this time, Xu Lan also approached Ye Qingzhou and quietly asked, "Are you confident? Our First High School can’t afford to lose anymore, so not only must you win, but you must win beautifully to restore our school’s reputation."

If we lose again, we’ll lose face even more to Yingjie. How can we still claim to be the ’Number One School in Linjiang’ afterwards?

This concerns not just vanity, but the distribution of education funding, impacting many people’s livelihoods.

Ye Qingzhou blinked: "Teacher Xu, honestly, I can’t muster any interest in this child’s play game."

Seeing Ye Qingzhou’s lack of motivation without personal gain, Xu Lan wasn’t surprised.

She knew that trying to talk about ’bringing glory to the school’ to Ye Qingzhou at this time is like playing the lute to a cow.

Helplessly, Xu Lan could only entice him with benefits: "The school recently acquired a batch of Golden Fire Dates, which are very helpful for Muscle Strengthening."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou immediately adopted a solemn expression: "Rest assured, Teacher Xu, First High School is my alma mater. Bringing glory to the school is my bounden duty."

After speaking, Ye Qingzhou stood up and walked onto the stage, performing a few warm-up exercises in front of Song Xin.

"Are you Ye Qingzhou?"

"That’s me."

Ye Qingzhou placed his hands on his hips, twisting his waist and swinging his hips, stretching his spine, and seemed indifferent.

This action irked Song Xin immensely.

He had always been the one to look down upon others; when had he ever been so despised by someone else?

Looking at the sword bag Ye Qingzhou left on his seat, Song Xin asked again: "Where’s your sword? Did you forget it?"

"Not needed."

Having completed his warm-up, Ye Qingzhou beckoned to the entire Hero Team: "It’s too troublesome to fight one by one. Why don’t you all come at once?"

Wow~

Such audacity instantly caused an uproar throughout the venue.

Everyone wore expressions of disbelief, questioning if there was a problem with their hearing.

"Holy crap, Pig Head Ye, don’t go crazy!"

"Is Ye Qingzhou really this inflated now?"

"He wants to take on the entire opposing team by himself?"

On the stage, Song Xin looked at Ye Qingzhou with an expression as if seeing an idiot: "You alone, want to fight our Top Six Heroes?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "No, no, no, you’re mistaken. When I said everyone, I meant the remaining twenty-one members of your team. Maybe that way, you might not lose too embarrassingly."

Song Xin sneered: "Are you sure?"

Ye Qingzhou sighed: "It seems you can’t understand what I’m saying, so let me put it in a way you can understand."

As the last word fell, Ye Qingzhou’s figure instantly disappeared.

Song Xin gasped, planning to pose defensively, but before his body could react, his entire face was already covered by Ye Qingzhou’s hand.

First, his vision went black. Then, Song Xin felt a dizziness.

Next, he received a heavy blow to the back of his head, foamed at the mouth, and lost consciousness.

Ye Qingzhou slowly stood up, as Song Xin’s head had already been pressed into the ground, "planted" into the stage like rice seedlings.

"Does this help you see the gap between us?"

On stage, Ye Qingzhou stood with hands behind his back, expression indifferent.

Off stage, silence fell all around, everyone dumbfoundedly staring at Song Xin "planted" into the soil by Ye Qingzhou, unable to regain their senses for a moment.

"What just happened?"

"How did Song Xin fall?"

"Oh my, this time Song Xin really ’fell’!"

"Like cultivating trees to nurture people th

Viewing the scene, Leon was dumbfounded: "How did Master Ye win? Where’s Song Xin’s Overlord Body? Wasn’t it able to withstand even Miao Yi’s ultimate move?"

Miao Yi first frowned and pondered, then quickly realized the reason: "I see."

"What did you see?"

However, facing Leon’s question, Miao Yi had no intention of explaining, directly clutching his Miao Blade and closing his eyes in his seat.

In the earlier fight with Song Xin, he consumed a lot and now needed to nurture his spirit and recover his strength.

"Hey, say something!"

"Stop it, couldn’t you see?"

Xu Yuebing had been with Ye Qingzhou the longest and learned the Heart Sword. Her eyesight and knowledge greatly improved, allowing her to analyze the previous combat details: "Song Xin’s Overlord Body requires Inner Breath to activate and isn’t always on. So, if the move is fast enough, making him unable to react, it can result in a one-hit victory."

Finally, at the Hero Team’s seats, they came back to their senses.

"Song Xin actually lost?"

"And he didn’t even take a single move!"

"Was it carelessness, or was the consumption from the earlier fight with Miao Yi too great?"

"None of those."

Yuan Hao adjusted his gold-framed glasses. At this moment, his gaze, rather than being furious over Song Xin’s defeat, appeared somewhat intrigued, as if he had stumbled upon a rare treasure.

"Amazing, who would have thought Linjiang First High School still had such a genius!"

Yuan Hao could hardly conceal his inner excitement and joy.

"At only sixteen, he’s already reached the Divine Speed Domain. Such talent even surpasses Zhangg Xinwu in some ways. He must have awakened a unique Ancient Bloodline!"

"I must collect his blood. It will certainly help with the subsequent experiments."