Everyone's gaze turned there. No one believed Su Jiu would win, but having the opportunity to observe the battle of this four-city's number one prodigy was quite entertaining.
But some people in certain corners also noticed this matter—a young man standing in Zhiyuan Middle School's corner, wearing staff clothing, arms crossed, fingertips constantly tapping lightly.
"Together with Lord Flowing Moon, this Su Jiu... could she be related to that waste Lin Feng's death? That swordsmanship wouldn't also be on her, would it? In that case, capturing Li Yi could kill two birds with one stone."
Behind him were twenty students with vacant expressions. Their school uniforms had bulging stomachs underneath, and their leader, if anyone still remembered, was named "Tang San."
He looked at the stage with a dull expression, seemingly thinking of something, and started laughing foolishly: "Priest... it's her, that waste just like me, hehe."
"Go stand ready in the center of the competition area, prepare to welcome god's embrace. I need to go activate the formation."
"Okay, hehe... god—"
......
Watching the opponent's increasingly powerful aura and that step-by-step oppressive pressure.
Facing the surrounding mockery and jeering sounds rolling like thunder, Su Jiu's mentality remained unchanged. She didn't use transformation, didn't use beast weapons, holding the wine gourd in reverse grip, her gaze silent as water.
When about seven or eight meters away from Su Jiu, Li Yi stopped. He smiled faintly and said disdainfully: "I won't take advantage of you either. I'll give you time to slowly build up power, otherwise there won't be time to cry later."
"Brother Yi, you're really humorous... why not quickly end the battle."
When he finished speaking, the students behind him burst into cheerful laughter, as if at this moment, the center of the competition area was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
"No need..."
Su Jiu shook her head, ignoring the other party, instead turning to look at the judge serving as referee, asking lightly: "Can we start now?"
This middle-aged referee looked at her, made a gun shape with his hand, fired toward the sky, "Bang!" and brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky.
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Su Jiu slowly walked forward, right hand gripping the wine gourd in reverse, her waist-length black hair gently floating.
"Why not use beast weapons? With your relationship to Lord Flowing Moon, having him help find some wouldn't be very simple?"
Li Yi frowned slightly. The opponent gave him a strange feeling. He originally thought A Hu had been careless and lost to her frost-carrying cyclone, but... there seemed to be other mysteries.
"If you die, I'd be responsible."
Hearing this, Su Jiu gently shook her head, then the next moment, blue light flashed in her pupils, frost bloomed around her, ice formed on the wine gourd, her form dropped low, suddenly charging out, her figure ethereal.
The testing of Ice Storm Technique and Ice Cone was complete—determined to still be useless... using the gourd to smash was more convenient and quick.
"What does little Junior Sister want to do? Actually charging up with a wine gourd."
"Just now, our school's dean said she's just healing-type bloodline!"
"Maybe she wants to catch him off guard? But Li Yi is much stronger than that bearded guy."
The watching students, though amazed by Su Jiu's speed, mostly felt Su Jiu was overestimating herself. There were also differences among Advanced Warriors.
"So fast! This is a priest?"
Unlike the watching students, everyone in the judges' panel had various expressions. Huang Fusheng glanced at the Li family elder whose tiger eyes were blazing, then withdrew his gaze with slight concentration, looking at the stage, thinking inwardly: Indeed... this Su Jiu is not simple.
"Seeking death!"
Seeing the opponent attacking, Li Yi frowned slightly. He also summoned a flame blade about one meter long, with five rings on the back, and some strange characters on the blade indicating its extraordinariness.
"Ha!"
He stepped back, gripped with both hands, raised the large blade, slashing out a red arc of light, as if he could already foresee the scene of his opponent being struck away and severely injured.
"Bang!" Red and white light intersected.
In just an instant, the large blade and jade gourd collided together. Rather than the expected one-sided outcome, a massive sound like striking bells erupted, shock waves instantly sweeping around, those flags seeming about to be overturned.
"Little Junior Sister won't be injured, right? Quickly call for rescue!"
"Damn it, quickly get on stage for rescue! What if someone dies?"
Everyone couldn't see the situation clearly through the mist from evaporated frost and snow. Many people from different schools shouted anxiously—they didn't want anything bad to happen to such a cute little Junior Sister.
"Daring to clash blades with our grade's number one, and with a wine gourd—are you crazy?"
Those from Li Yi's school loudly mocked her overestimation of her abilities.
Their mocking laughter quickly drew angry glares from everyone. Sometimes being cute really worked—those onlookers also started arguing with those from Li Yi's school.
"Li Yi's blade has strength amplification! How can Sister Jiu be so reckless!"
Even Bai Qianyu, who had always blindly trusted Su Jiu, panicked. To challenge Li Yi, she had investigated all aspects of his strength.
Su Jiu directly confronting him head-on would definitely result in injury. This Li Yi couldn't be compared to those seasoned cult members like Wang Mazi.
After more than ten breaths, the arguing grew louder, with some even calling for the referee to stop the match.
"Stop the match quickly! Do you want that girl to die in there?"
The referee on stage stared at the scene inside, glanced at the audience below, sighed lightly, casually waved his hand, and a gentle breeze dispersed the mist on stage.
It wasn't that he didn't want to save people, but rather... sigh.
When the mist cleared, everyone saw blood continuously dripping.
"Drip!"
"Drip!"
"Sister Jiu is injured!"
Seeing this scene, Bai Qianyu already felt an inexplicable heart-wrenching sensation surge up, her mind went blank in an instant. Without thinking much, she wanted to rush on stage to stop the match.
Even Lu Ke, who usually opposed Su Jiu, clenched her fists slightly. Though she disliked her, she acknowledged her attitude of fighting for honor.
"Stop! She's fine!" Lu Nan's voice suddenly rang out.
"With so much blood, how can Su Jiu be fine?"
Bai Qianyu stopped slightly, looking angrily at Lu Nan, but at this time his eyes also contained a trace of disbelief, which she failed to notice due to worry.
Then regardless of staff obstruction, Bai Qianyu still charged straight toward the stage—this was one of the few times she didn't listen to her teacher and acted like a bad student.
But when she got close, she was stunned, stopping in front of the stage, somewhat lost.
"Sister Jiu..."
After a while, the mist was completely dispersed, revealing a scene that no one present dared believe.
Li Yi had actually retreated several steps backward. The tiger's mouth gripping his crimson flame blade had been torn open with a huge gash, constantly dripping blood, while Su Jiu opposite him was like a banished immortal instructing mortals, lightly holding the mouth of the wine gourd, her small hand gripping the jade gourd in reverse.
Besides pain, Li Yi's face was full of amazement. He had actually been suppressed in close combat by a seemingly delicate priest girl!
Su Jiu's expression remained unchanged. With a carp-like flip, the jade gourd in her hand struck again, her posture elegant yet full of power.
"Bang!"
Li Yi's heart tightened. Caring nothing for face, he quickly pulled back distance, not daring to clash directly anymore, gripping his large blade and beginning to swing it lightly.
He had to use martial techniques now.
He never thought that one day facing someone his age, he would need to use martial techniques, and in such an embarrassed manner—quite ridiculous.