Gao Wu: Taotie bloodline, I devour and evolve infinitely

Chu Ci defeated Wang Chong. Zhou Tong, the dean of Xuanwu College who was the best at physical training on the rostrum, noticed him and his eyes flashed with eagerness:

"Hey~ Professor Huangfu's student has trained his body well."

Zhou Tong was not tall, but he was full of muscles, like a dwarf in a fantasy novel.

He recalled Chu Ci's amazing strength when he faced Wang Chong, shook his head regretfully, and thought that it would be great if he could recruit this student.

The deans also noticed Chu Ci's extraordinary performance and all showed approving eyes.

Vice President Yang Wuji nodded repeatedly:

"Not bad! Professor Huangfu has a good eye. This Chu Ci is enough to be compared with the five great geniuses just by his physical training skills!"

...

After defeating Wang Chong, Chu Ci still has two games to play next.

In these two games, Chu Ci did not encounter a high-quality top A-level opponent like Wang Chong.

In both games, he won easily.

In the five group matches, Chu Ci won all of them!

"Awesome! Chuci!"

Chuci returned to the audience and saw that Huang Ye had finished the game at some point. Seeing Chuci's game scene, his eyes sparkled.

Chuci smiled slightly.

"Your game is over."

Huang Ye nodded.

"Three wins, one draw, one loss."

Chuci didn't expect Huang Ye to be so strong. Those top A-level players are basically at Huang Ye's level.

He is about the same level as Li Feng, who played against him in the first game.

He patted Huang Ye on the shoulder:

"Okay, with this result, we have a chance to enter the finals."

Huang Ye touched his head and smiled:

"Our group is not very strong. There is only one top A-level player. I was lucky to enter the group as the second place, and then I was basically eliminated in the first game."

He joked that if he entered the finals, he would surrender in the first game to avoid physical pain.

After more than ten minutes, the group matches of each group were almost over.

Chu Ci's third group entered the group stage with Chu Ci's first place and Wang Chong's second place.

In Huang Ye's group, apart from the only top A-level player, he was lucky enough to enter the finals with the second place.

However, he will probably be eliminated in the round of 16.

After the group stage, there will be a half-hour break.

Half an hour later, the most exciting final will begin.

The referee personally drew lots and drew out the list of sixteen players who will play against each other in pairs.

The result of the draw was that Huang Ye was the most unlucky.

The first opponent he drew was Bei Mingxi.

This scared Huang Ye so much that his face turned green.

He gave up as soon as he got on the stage.

Chu Ci was still standing on the stage, confronting his opponent.

The opponent Chu Ci drew was called Meng Yong, a top A-level freshman with strength.

The weapon in his hand was a mace.

It was a rare weapon, so Chu Ci was still a little interested in this match.

The two men saluted each other, then stepped on the ground and rushed forward at the same time.

Chu Ci used the Vajra Sword Technique and slashed heavily, colliding with the mace that broke through the wind.

——Bang!

The collision of the two weapons shook a wave of air.

Meng Yong felt a sweetness in his throat, coughed up bloody saliva from the corner of his mouth, and retreated three steps.

Chu Ci dragged the blade on the ground and walked forward slowly, ready to chop again at any time.

Suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound.

Meng Yong threw the mace to the ground and raised his right hand.

"I give up."

Not every warrior is willing to fight to the end like Wang Chong.

Meng Yong and Chu Ci fought for a move, and clearly felt the huge gap in their strength, so he chose to give up.

It was a completely rational choice.

Every warrior has a different understanding of martial arts, and there is no difference between Meng Yong and Wang Chong's respective choices.

Chu Ci said nothing, nodded, and Meng Yong picked up the mace and walked off the stage.

This time, Chu Ci won easily.

After 20 minutes of the 16-to-8 finals, the slowest stage had already decided the winner.

All five S-level geniuses entered the quarterfinals.

Of the other three players, two were top A-level players, and the other was Chu Ci.

After everyone took a break, the referee announced the start of the quarterfinals.

Whether it was the students in the audience or the deans and teachers on the rostrum, they all perked up.

Entering the quarterfinals, the remaining four groups of matches would not be played at the same time, but in groups, so that the management on the rostrum could see the competition of the best students in each group.

The referee continued to draw lots.

The atmosphere on the field was tense, and no one spoke.

After the draw, the referee opened the note, and his face was a little subtle.

After a while, he announced the list of opponents for the quarterfinals.

"Chu Ci vs. Fang Ming."

...

"Bei Mingxi vs. Jiang Xuemei!"

"Mo Yuan vs. Wang Yin!"

After hearing the matchup list, the whole audience was in an uproar!

"Thunder Blade" Bei Mingxi vs. "Ice Girl" Jiang Xuemei

"Ghost Sword"Mo Yuan vs. "Tiger Spear" Wang Yin.

These guys are all S-class!

Four of the five S-class freshmen faced off in the quarterfinals!

This means that two S-class players will not make it to the semifinals and will be eliminated in the quarterfinals.

It has to be said that it is very cruel and extremely suspenseful.

All the spectators were excited, looking forward to the results of the last two S-class matches.

Chu Ci was the first to play in this match.

He came to the ring, and the man in front of him was holding a spear, named Fang Ming, a top A-class player.

Chu Ci had heard of the name Fang Ming.

He is a skill-based warrior, The martial arts he practiced was called "Nine-turn Wandering Dragon Spear". He was a student of the dean of Qinglong College, Long Baitao. His spear skills were very superb, second only to his fellow student, "Tiger Spear" Wang Yin.

It was rumored that his spear skills were no worse than Wang Yin's, but his bloodline talent was slightly inferior.

Before the competition started, Fang Ming was considered by the students to be a hot candidate to enter the top 8.

Now, he really entered the top 8.

This opponent made Chu Ci more interested.

This was the first time he had fought against such a skilled martial artist.

"Fang Ming, a student of the dean of Qinglong College, Long Baitao, practicing the martial arts of Nine-turn Wandering Dragon Spear, please teach me! "

Fang Ming saluted Chu Ci with his fists, then took out the spear stuck in the ground, and the tip of the spear glowed coldly in the sun.

Chu Ci returned the salute, holding the Golden Crow Knife in his hand.

The two men were dozens of meters apart, facing each other, and neither of them moved first.

...

On the rostrum.

The spear master Long Baitao looked calmly at the battle between his student Fang Ming and Chu Ci below.

He was tall and straight, like a pine tree, with his hands behind his back, showing the master's demeanor.

"Dean Long, what do you think of Fang Ming's chances of winning?"

Next to Long Baitao, a red-haired old man with a knotted upper body, no shirt, and only a large string of red prayer beads hanging around his neck came up.

This red-haired old man was Lei Tianyue, the dean of White Tiger Academy.

Long Baitao said calmly:

"Zero."

Lei Tianyue paused and smiled:

"You are so unconfident about your own students. "

Long Baitao shook his head and smiled:

"It's just the truth. Chu Ci's strength is at the level of an S-level genius. Unless Wang Yin goes into battle against him, there is no chance."

"However, even if he is bound to lose, I hope Fang Ming loses beautifully and makes Chu Ci suffer a little."

Long Baitao looked at Fang Ming's figure and encouraged Fang Ming in his heart.

"The student I, Long Baitao, have chosen has a real gun skill."