The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

In the next moment, Feng Ting's attack was hit, he was hit by the heavy hammer, and he flew down the stage, attacking again, and once again was hit off the stage, over and over again. Feng Ting finally could not take it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood. His expression became even more unsightly. It was obvious that he had sustained heavy injuries.

The seventeen Vice President on the stage all had heavy expressions. Even those few Vice President who were supporting Liu Ju, felt that it was a pity that they could not bear to see this scene. They subconsciously looked towards Hang Qianfan, hoping for him to do something.

Hang Qianfan's expression became heavier. His heart felt heavier than usual. The reason why Feng Ting fought with his life on the line, was entirely because he was urging him to do so. If Feng Ting really had something good to do, how would he feel at ease? He unknowingly looked into the distance, to a forest outside the plaza, where Xun Hanchuan was.

He couldn't see Xun Hanchuan, but he believed that Xun Hanchuan was feeling even more heartache than he was. He looked around, hoping to find the Dean Bai from the Holy House. He did not see the old man, but he believed that the old man must be somewhere watching everything.

Was the current situation confusing enough? Should he give Dean Bai an excuse to interfere?

"Bam." "Puff."

Once again, Feng Ting was blasted off the stage. His fresh blood also scattered in the air like a flower, beautiful and cruel.

"Alright."

Hang Qianfan stood up and said to the academicians who were supporting the election, "Feng Ting is not a match for Vice President Liu."

"Then we shall defeat Feng Ting." This Fellow couldn't bear to see this either.

"I'm still alive, so how could I be defeated?" Feng Ting flew up onto the stage, and looked at the Fellow very calmly.

"Feng Ting, you have been knocked down the stage many times, you should have admitted defeat long ago." The Fellow said to Feng Ting.

"Fellow, you mean that as long as I don't admit defeat, I won't lose." Feng Ting laughed.

"Of course I didn't mean that. I meant that you aren't a match for Vice President Liu at all. Just give up." The Fellow said.

"I won't give up. I don't think I lost, because I'm still alive." "If you want me to give up, then leave me dead." Feng Ting's eyes flashed with endless determination.

"Feng Ting, stop persevering." Hang Qianfan said with his brows knitted tightly.

"If I don't insist, Liu Ju will become the dean." Feng Ting smiled at Hang Qianfan.

Although everyone knew that Hang Qianfan was the person who opposed Liu Ju the most, they still felt that Feng Ting was too outrageous upon hearing his words.

Hang Qianfan said solemnly: "Although the Vice President Liu has both talent and talent, he should still be the champion in this election. "However, the academy was indeed negligent and forgot that it still had five hundred thousand students."

When everyone heard this, they praised Hang Qianfan for being wise. What he meant was that the election this time was invalid, and Liu Ju's enthronement ceremony was obviously delayed.

"What do you mean, Vice President Zhang?" Liu Ju was a little angry.

"Vice President Liu, I mean that the five hundred thousand students in the academy also have the right to run for president. I want the students to participate." Hang Qianfan said.

"Haha." "What a joke, since when did the academy have a rule for students to become deans?"

"But there is no rule that prevents the college from being president." Hang Qianfan said.

"Vice President Zhang, you're the one who suggested the election. You're going to change it this time. You make me feel like you're selfish!" Liu Ju's gaze turned cold.

"I don't want to be dean, what selfish thoughts do I have?" Hang Qianfan refused to give way. His goal was to confuse this mess and delay the time for Liu Ju to succeed the throne.

"Today is the day that the Director Zhuang will pass away for three months. The new Principal will ascend to the throne today. This is the rule of the academy; no one can change this!" Liu Ju said fiercely.

Hang Qianfan's brows were tightly knitted. No matter what, he would not allow Liu Ju to succeed the position of the Academy today.

"Since the new dean must succeed him today, let's continue." Feng Ting looked at Liu Ju and said, "Vice President Liu, if you kill me, no one will stop you."

Liu Ju said coldly: "Young man, your life is precious, I advise you to withdraw."

"Since I've come to fight for the position of dean, I won't withdraw." Feng Ting said as he made his move, the foggy venomous insect blade stabbed out.

"Don't blame me!"

Liu Ju's fist shook, and a Spiritual Strength formed a fist, striking towards Feng Ting's face.

Feng Ting's foggy venomous insect blade did not even reach Liu Ju before it was sent flying by the Spiritual Strength's fist. The situation was the same as before. Fresh blood splattered everywhere as he floated in the air.

"Bang."

This time, Feng Ting was not able to stand properly, and fell down the stage. This time, he didn't immediately get up, but remained motionless on the ground.

Everyone's heart was startled, could it be that Feng Ting was killed! In fact, if it was another person, he would have been beaten to death long ago. It was already inconceivable for Feng Ting to be able to live till now. This was completely against the norm. It was something unexplainable.

"Cough."

Suddenly, Feng Ting coughed as he laid on the ground. With both hands on the ground, he slowly stood up.

Everyone saw that Feng Ting had a smile on his face, his smile was a little different from before, as though he was very excited, yet also pleasantly surprised. What surprises could a man who should have been beaten to death have? Had he been beaten silly?

When they felt that Feng Ting was really finished, those who had been beaten up by him before became excited. Although Feng Ting was just a martial cultivator, they could feel endless courage and determination from him. This caused their blood to heat up as well. Waves of impulse also surged up from the bottom of their hearts.

Only Feng Ting himself knew that just as he was about to die, after he was struck down the stage by Liu Ju, he had actually advanced, and had already stepped into the teleportation middle grade.

Although his injuries were severe, the increase in his cultivation base allowed him to have more confidence. His current strength was equivalent to Fen Cheng's middle grade, and was not far from Liu Ju's high grade. He had also discovered a fatal weakness of Liu Ju, and now, he could definitely fight Liu Ju to the death.

When Feng Ting completely straightened his body, the seventeen Vice President s on stage, as well as Liu Ju, and the students who were relatively closer to him, all felt the killing intent in his body become heavier.

"Swish."

Feng Ting's foggy venomous insect blade pierced forward and the illusory light was even brighter than before, brighter than the sun in the sky. It was as if it could pierce through one's soul.

He was stronger than before!

This was personally felt by the seventeen Vice President on the stage, and also by Liu Ju. They could not understand how someone who was on the verge of death could suddenly become so strong.

"Bang."

Feng Ting was still pushed away by Liu Ju, but this time, he did not fall onto the stage, but instead retreated a few meters before he managed to stabilize himself.

"You!"

Liu Ju stared at Feng Ting with the same puzzled and shocked expression that he had in his heart.

The other seventeen Vice President s also opened their mouths wide, wanting to ask Feng Ting why.

"Vice President Liu, the battle has just begun." When Feng Ting spoke, the foggy venomous insect blade in his hand shook around, like a bad child threatening his little friend.

Hang Qianfan laughed, and the other Vice President beside him also laughed. Even the few Vice President who were supporting Liu Ju frowned slightly as their gazes revealed their admiration.

"Alright, I'll let you know how powerful I am." Liu Ju's palms moved, two Spiritual Strength s shot out from his palms, quickly fusing together and transforming into two blades that hacked out.

Dual Bladed Formula!

The seventeen Vice President s by the side all recognized that this was an extremely strong cultivation technique. This technique was extremely difficult to cultivate, and only those in the Fen Cheng Realm would have the ability to cultivate it. If he had to completely cultivate it, he would need to at least have access to Changhe State.

"Swish, swish."

Looking at the speed and sharp aura of the two blades, Liu Ju had already cultivated the Dual Bladed Formula to seventy to eighty percent. The seventeen Vice President s did not expect Liu Ju to have such talent and strength. The Dual Bladed Formula was simply too fast, even if they went to save Feng Ting, it would be too late.

Hang Qianfan's heart sank, a youth who created countless of unimaginable things was about to die in front of his eyes. Principal Bai of the Holy House, why haven't you appeared yet!

The two blades were already in front of Feng Ting, and he knew that he could not dodge them, so he did not try to dodge them.

"Ah!"

As the blade stabbed into his body, berserk spirit energy gushed out, even though Feng Ting's endurance had reached the point where it could explode at any moment, he still let out a pained grunt.

However, this did not affect his speed or determination as he charged forward. The foggy venomous insect blade in his hands had already arrived in front of Liu Ju. If Liu Ju had been prepared to defend when he attacked, he would have been able to avoid the attacks of the foggy venomous insect blade. But because he felt that his Dual Bladed Formula must have taken care of Feng Ting in one strike, when Feng Ting decisively allowed the Spiritual Strength's blade to pass through him, he did not have enough time to react, and thus, he was slow to react.

"Puff."

The foggy venomous insect blade pierced through Liu Ju's chest, the blade tip entered his body, releasing Spirit Qi in all directions, as though ten thousand spirit snakes had entered Liu Ju's internal organs.

"Bang."

Liu Ju's palm struck Feng Ting's chest, shattered several of Feng Ting's breastbone, and sent him flying as well. Holding onto the foggy venomous insect blade, Feng Ting flew 30 metres back before smashing onto the stage.

"Puff."

Feng Ting spat out another mouthful of fresh blood. His face was as white as paper, and both his hands were trembling. It was obvious that his injuries were too severe, causing his vital energy and blood to disappear.

Just when everyone thought that Feng Ting was powerless to stand up, he suddenly stood up, his speed was even faster, his attack was even faster, and his determination was even stronger.

Everyone was stunned, no one thought that Feng Ting would be able to stand up again. No one had expected him to be so decisive. It wasn't a matter of determining the victor, but rather, it was a matter of life and death.

Only Feng Ting himself knew, that if there were no Healing Flame in his body, he would have died a long time ago.

"You're courting death!"

Although Liu Ju had been stabbed, his injuries were not fatal. He moved forward and chopped out with both palms. It was the Dual Bladed Formula, and it was also rushing to kill people.

The speed of the two of them was so fast that it caused people's hearts to tremble. The decisiveness of the two was even more terrifying.