Novel Bin Chapter 236
Chapter 236
Otherwise, Beichen Academy now lost their First and Third Ranker to the Middle Saint Academy, so only their Second Ranker had not been defeated yet. If Central Saint Academy or West Star Academy met him, would this Second Ranker hold on or would he be eliminated? It was hard to say.
Of course, the strength of Beichen Academy would not be doubted by everyone, and everyone just questioned the strength of Middle Saint Academy.
After all, this was an Academy whose ranking and strength were declining. In the first two matches, their losses were indeed terrible. It was in line with everyone’s expectations. Now someone suddenly appeared. Before he could see clearly, he defeated the First Ranker of Beichen Academy.
To reverse the various Academies’ impressions of Middle Saint Academy’s weakness was a difficult task.
Everyone was more inclined that the Top Three of Middle Saint Academy may indeed have a little strength, and if they rank behind others, they might be a little weaker.
Swish!
After a few battles, the Absolute Chest was flipped, and candidates for the next battle were drawn out.
“The Third Ranker Lu Aosong of West Star Academy, against Di Wufeng, the Seventh Ranker of Middle Saint Academy!”
Swish!
On the floating island, the people under the fighting platform immediately turned their heads, and they all paid attention.
West Star Academy’s Third Ranker Lu Aosong, an absolutely Talented figure, came from the Uranus Family and was known as the Family’s first genius. Even in the West Star Academy, he was also in the Top Three.
There were not many people in the Southern Continent who could beat a genius of his level.
As for the Middle Saint Academy, the one who is Ranked Seventh shouldn’t be extremely powerful too, right?
“Ha ha ha ha!”
Swish!
With a flash of his figure, Lu Aosong smiled, relaxed, and jumped onto the stage.
In the previous match, he also fought against an opponent. Although he won, it was not as easy as winning against other colleagues in his own Academy.
In addition to the Middle Saint Academy…
In the end, except for the Top Three Rankers of the Middle Saint Academy, the other Middle Saint Academy students were those he regarded as beneath him.
“Hey, it’s a pity, it’s actually the Seventh Ranker. Are you really only Seventh in the Academy?”
Lu Aosong glanced at Di Wufeng who was on the field, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked.
This was what they discussed after Middle Saint Academy won two matches against Beichen Academy for no apparent reason–maybe, this time the Middle Saint Academy intended to squeeze the Rankings of the strong to the weakest from behind. By surprise, they might be able to compete in the Five Academy Competition and stick to it a little longer.
After Di Wufeng heard the words, his brows wrinkled slightly, and was a little unwilling.
“I’m Seventh!”
If it weren’t for the six disciples of Master Xuan, he, the dignified First Ranker in the Saint Region would have been the one shining. Among them, he was called the First Ranker, and his strength was definitely not weak.
Judging from the analysis of the Di Family, Di Wufeng could compete with other Academies.
It was just that the disciples of Master Xuan were too strong, abruptly pressing him to Seventh.
This Ranking, among other academies, was as good as the last place.
“Tsk!”
Lu Aosong immediately shook his head when he heard the words, his eyes disdainful.
“If you are not in the Top Three of Middle Saint Academy, then there is no need to go all out, you are only Seventh…”
“It’s boring!”
He was even too lazy to pay attention to Di Wufeng, but looked more at Yu Linglong, obviously losing interest in Di Wufeng.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
Not to mention Middle Saint Academy’s Seventh Ranker, even if Central Saint Academy’s Seventh Ranker was here, they would definitely not be the opponents of West Star Academy’s Top Three, especially him who was Ranked Second.
This Di Wufeng was obviously going to fail miserably.
“I am being underestimated.”
Di Wufeng chuckled, his eyes flashing with brilliance, with anger hidden beneath, and a strong fighting spirit rose from all over his body.
What did he rely on for being able to fight the various talents in the Saint Region?
It was his War God Battle Body! It was his Emperor Rank technique!
He was born to be good at fighting and was trained by a Heavenly King!
On the fighting platform, in front of me, relaxing your vigilance, and even despising him?
No matter who it is, he is bound to pay a heavy price!
Boom!
Di Wufeng didn’t bother to explain, he just suppressed his anger and burst out his full strength.
Yu Linglong and others were indeed strong and monstrous. This point he was convinced of, but this showed that Yu Linglong and others were far beyond the Southern Continent’s impression of talent, which by no means meant that Di Wufeng was weaker than the Southern Continent’s other talents.
“Fight!”
Boom!
On Di Wufeng’s body, an immense iron-blooded will burst out!
Over the entire floating island, the wind and clouds suddenly changed their color, turning blood red, and there was an endless cry of killing in the air. For an instant, Lu Aosong seemed to be on the battlefield
And Di Wufeng was the biggest killer on the battlefield!
Boom!
Di Wufeng bombarded him with a punch, but in Lu Aosong’s spiritual consciousness, it seemed that countless people were attacking him at the same time, giving him a feeling of unstoppable might.
After gritting his teeth and easing spirit power, Lu Aosong sighed with relief. It turned out that his opponent’s response to him was not accurate.
Since he was able to catch it, Lu Aosong was ready to fight back. He was also a Southern Continent talent. After the shock, his mind calmed down, and the phantom of a huge ancient tree appeared behind him, and the trunk was as fast as electricity, as a whip was struck downward.
Di Wufeng dodged, and then he handed out another punch. This punch was filled with the power of five people.
Lu Aosong couldn’t avoid it. After taking a hard punch, his complexion changed drastically, and he vaguely felt bad and was about to step back.
Then Di Wufeng’s fighting body was on fire, sticking to his opponent, gaining the advantage, and not intending to forgive him. After one punch, there was another, the power of eight people, then the power of ten people, and then the power of eighteen people.
Puff!
The more he hit, the more shocked Lu Aosong’s heart became. The more hits he took, the paler his face became. Cold sweat flowed down from his forehead to his chest. After five punches, he trembled all over, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his presence became weak.
Di Wufeng gave a cold snort and kicked him on the chest, like a broken bag, he was kicked off the stage.
Although he was Seventh, it did not mean that his strength was weaker than the Top Three in other Academies.
Di Wufeng, War God Battle Body!
It was proved by his strength that he felt no pressure when fighting against the West Star Academy’s Third Ranker!
Boom!
The West Star Academy’s Third Ranker lost to the Middle Saint Academy Seventh Ranker. This result shocked everyone, and even after a few matches, they didn’t fully recover.