I Have Countless Clones

Chapter 77 – Guided battle

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

The young man smiled and cupped his hands again.

Soon after.

He turned to look at the new students and said loudly, "Junior Brothers and Sisters, my name is Meng Dong. Welcome to the Nine Yang Academy. I'm sorry to stop you here, but I believe many of you already know the reason."

As soon as he finished speaking, a buzz of discussion sounded among the new students, but not many people looked confused.

Clearly, just as Meng Dong had said, most people already knew about the guided battle.

Seeing this, the smile on Meng Dong's face widened as he continued, "The academy's traditions cannot be abolished. Every year, when new students enter the academy, the older students will send ten people to spar with their Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters. This year is no exception. This is a guided battle.

"In addition, every time we send out a person, we will set up a corresponding bet. As long as the Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters here can win, they can take the bet.

"With a limit of three hours, as long as Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters can defeat the ten Senior Brothers and Sisters we send, your side will win. Otherwise, our side will win. The loser will have to receive punishment and go to the essence stone mine outside the city to mine for three days!"

Just as Meng Dong finished speaking, someone from the new intermediate students shouted, "Senior Brother Meng, is it okay to fight in turns?"

Meng Dong smiled calmly and said indifferently, "It's alright. As long as you don't fight repeatedly, you can send as many Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters as you want.

"However, there's another rule. You're not allowed to use items like talismans and pills. Of course, weapons are an exception."

The crowd's discussions became even louder.

Many new students rubbed their palms together with eager expressions.

They might not be a match for the seniors in a one-on-one battle.

However, if they fought one after another, they might have a chance of winning.

After all, no matter how powerful the seniors were, there were only ten of them, while they had a total of 200!

The ratio was twenty to one. It shouldn't be difficult to win by exhausting the stamina of the seniors, right?

All the senior students, including Meng Dong, had faint smiles on their faces when they saw the expressions of the new students.

In the crowd, Lin Shen suddenly felt two malicious gazes on him. He turned around and happened to meet Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao's gazes.

The two of them stared at Lin Shen with sinister gazes. When they saw him looking over, cold smiles appeared on their faces.

Lin Shen was unmoved. He calmly looked away and ignored them.

On the other hand, Meng Dong had already finished explaining the rules. He turned around and looked at the seniors.

"Who wants to go first?"

The seniors looked to the side of the square. There were ten people standing there. They were the ten Yellow-level disciples chosen to participate in the guided battle.

Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao were among them.

However, the two of them didn't move immediately. Instead, a short and strong young man stood up.

"T'll go first."

The young man strode to the center of the square and stood still, looking at the new students with bright eyes.

"Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, my name is Qiao He, a Yellow-level disciple of the lower house. Let me lead the way for the first round of the guided battle."

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized piece of black iron.

"As for the bet, I don't have anything good on me. Let's use this black iron as a bet. Is that okay, Meng Dong?"

The last sentence was directed at Meng Dong.

Meng Dong smiled and nodded.

"The guidance battle doesn't have a rigid rule on how much the seniors have to bet, but according to the unwritten rules, the value of the bet is usually no less than 300,000 spirit coins. This black iron of yours weighs at least 20 to 30 kilograms, which is at least 500,000 spirit coins. It's more than enough to be used as a bet."

The new students who originally didn't think much of Qjao He's iron ingot widened their eyes in shock when they heard Meng Dong's words.

When they looked at the black iron in Qiao He's hand again, their gazes had already become eager.

500,000 spirit coins!

It was enough to buy six to seven bottles of Origin Pills!

Lin Shen was also a little surprised.

Were these senior students so generous?

He casually took out a piece of black iron worth at least 500,000 spirit coins as a bet!

And this wasn't even good stuff?

From the looks of it, the resources provided by the Nine Yang Academy were much more abundant than he had expected.

With the high-value bet, the new students became more and more restless. Soon, someone couldn't help but stand up.

"I'll be the first!"

A tall young man with thick black eyebrows walked out of the crowd.

"It's Zhou Peijun!"

"I remember him. He seems to be in the top 30 of the exam!"

"That's right. He was ranked 25th. His cultivation is at the seventh level of Qi Transformation!"

"Seventh level of Qi Transformation? No wonder he dared to be the first to go up. It seems like he has confidence in himself!"

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Peijun came to the center of the square and stood still. He cupped his hands at Qiao He from more than ten meters away.

"I'm Zhou Peijun. Nice to meet you, Senior Brother Qiao!"

Qiao He smiled and nodded. His expression was calm. It was obvious he didn't take Zhou Peijun seriously.

Seeing this, Zhou Peijun was furious. He said, "Senior Brother, be careful." Then, he rushed towards Qiao He.

Whew!

A scorching heat wave surged forward!

Zhou Peijun attacked with all his might. His Mastery Blazing Sun Palm blasted out brazenly, sweeping toward his opponent with the scorching waves that filled the sky.

The crowd immediately let out a low cry.

Yang Zhongyi raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue in wonder.

"IT have some impressions of Zhou Peijun. During the examination, he seemed to have only reached Proficient in Blazing Sun Palm. Now, he has reached Mastery. Looks like this guy's strength has increased a lot this month!"

Su Nian nodded in agreement.

When a martial arts technique was advanced by a stage, it would increase one's overall strength.

For example, if his Blazing Sun Palm reached Perfection, his overall strength would increase by at least 20%!

Therefore, martial techniques were the most important factor in evaluating a cultivator's strength!

"What a pity. If I had another month, I would have at least an 80%

chance of reaching Perfection in Blazing Sun Palm!"

Su Nian felt a little regretful and suddenly glanced at Lin Shen.

Actually, from the moment they met just now, he had wanted to ask Lin Shen.

With Lin Shen's talent, even if it was only a month, his strength would probably increase greatly.

However, after hesitating for a while, Su Nian still didn't ask.

At this moment, the crowd burst into an uproar.

The situation on the field suddenly changed. Zhou Peijun, who was pouncing aggressively at Qiao He, was unexpectedly sent flying by Qiao He's punch and couldn't fight back at all.

Thump!

Zhou Peijun fell heavily to the ground. He clutched his chest and groaned a few times. His face turned red.

Half of it was pain, and the other half was a shame.

He had entered the arena in an imposing manner, but in the end, he was defeated in such a sorry state. Furthermore, under the gaze of so many people, he was really embarrassed.

"You did well, Junior Brother Zhou!"

Qiao He smiled and cupped his hands. Then, he looked at the crowd.

"Which Junior Brother or Junior Sister is going to challenge me next?"

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