He knew that at a certain moment, he suddenly stabbed a certain node with his sword.
He used the tip of his sword to block Isidor's blade, and then he ran out of the net.
"So what if you can run out? I can immediately surround you. The difference in realm determines everything," Isidor said, and then he continued to wave the long blade, wanting to wrap up unsatisfied again.
On the other side, unsatisfied revealed a proud smile. "Yes, it's time to end it. The reason why I struggled in there for so long was to find the flaw in your blade net and strengthen my swordsmanship. As for victory, it will definitely belong to me."
Julian's lifeblood power suddenly became majestic again, and a huge pressure surged in all directions.
"Julian is also a warrior!" Someone with sensitive senses exclaimed.
Then, Isidor's face revealed a look of surprise. "Why are you also a warrior?"
"Can't one breakthrough with this kind of cultivation? It has been two months since the end of the exam."
After saying that, he turned into a sword light and rushed toward Isidor, directly piercing through the knife net that he was weaving.
Just as the flash of sword light was about to reach Isidor's neck, it suddenly stopped.
It turned out that the referee had pulled Julian back.
"I lost," Isidor said weakly.
The surrounding crowd was also discussing animatedly. "Is this the strength of the number one genius? It's too terrifying. In just two months, he has crossed the threshold of being a Martial Master."
"Yeah, it seems that he will be the number one in this competition."
"It seems that whoever meets him might as well just admit defeat. It's not worth it to get injured."
After that, Julian has naturally given the green light all the way. As long as they met him, they would choose to surrender.
Those who met Clive still wanted to struggle, but they were quickly sent out of the arena.
The crowdfunding of this competition came. Clive versus Julian.
The passersby began to discuss the strength of the two.
"Who do you think is stronger, Clive or Julian?"
"It must be Julian. Do you still need to think? Didn't you see that he has already broken through to the Fighter realm?"
"Then why don't you know Clive's strength? He sent his full strength flying with one punch. His strength is not inferior to that of a fighter."
"Right, right. Moreover, from the start of the competition until now, no one has been able to force him to use his full strength. So when the time comes, it's really hard to say who will win."
Regarding the discussions below the stage, the people on the stage had different thoughts.
Julian carried the long sword behind his back and then looked at Clive and said, "Clive, you should admit defeat. I'm a big realm away."
Because of the technique, Clive's blood essence was restrained, so he looked very weak.
"Whether I can beat him or not, we'll know after I pass."
Julian's sword flew straight at Clive Like a flood dragon.
But in Clive's eyes, it was just a slow motion. He only took a step back and avoided Julian's sword.
Then he threw a backhand punch at Julian.
As a genius, Julian reacted quickly and immediately turned around to dodge the punch.
But hearing the wind blowing past his ears, Julian could not help but think about what would happen if the punch hit him.
As the saying went, "One inch long is one inch strong." Julian had been holding the sword in haste from the beginning, wanting to finish it in one blow. But now that he had failed, he had lost his long-hand advantage.
Clive, who was close to him, chased after him with a pair of iron fists. Otherwise, he would have had room to breathe.
The two of them fought for a few rounds. Finally, Julian, who was somewhat anxious, used a big move. He shouted, "Rising sword."
The long sword in his hand was like a sun that had just been born. It carried a huge heat force and repelled Clive's entire body.
"You can be proud that you can force me to use this move," Julian said.
"What are you so-called proud sons of heaven thinking? I clearly have the advantage, okay?"
Clive was a little speechless.
"It'll be different after I use this sword technique." After saying that, Julian once again flew over with the long sword.
But this time, Clive would not let him off.
"Then I'll let you know the power of the origins scripture." After saying that, Clive's blood started to boil, and he jumped up to hit Julian's longsword.
With a whoosh, Julian was sent flying.
Everyone turned their heads and saw that his right hand that was holding the sword was twisted beyond recognition, and the flying sword on it had been thrown somewhere.
He lay on the ground with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Because the moment Clive punched out, he felt a majestic lifeblood power rushing toward him. Before this lifeblood power, it made him feel like he was facing his teacher as a Martial Master.
Could he be a Martial Master? As soon as this thought appeared in Julian's mind, he was shocked.
He prided himself on being a rarity, if not the most talented. And he is just a beginner warrior, if Clive now has the strength of a master, then he should find a brick to kill himself.
No way, absolutely not, he growled inside.
But Clive does not care so much, just a light to the teacher saluted and then left the ring.
Although Clive had left, the legend of Clive had spread throughout the school.
The streets and alleys were filled with discussions about Clive. Many people took out their phones as they walked, looking at the video of Clive and Julian's battle.
"I didn't expect that the new students today would have such a monster. His strength overcomes all the new students," said a teacher dressed in white on the second floor.
"This is good. The students of the south courtyard are almost raising their chins to the sky. They feel that they are invincible. Now that Clive has come, let them know that there is always someone better!"
"Okay," said the principal, "Send someone to investigate this Clive. Such a genius shouldn't be in our Zhengyang City and be unknown."
"Yes." The secretary beside the principal immediately agreed.
Clive, who was involved, had already walked back to the dormitory, along with Nicole.
"I knew brother Clive was the best."
"Then if brother Clive gets first place, do you have any rewards for me?"
Hearing this, Nicole suddenly lowered her head. "I don't have any money."
"I'm just teasing you." Clive pinched Nicole's face and said, "I won't be staying in the dorm anymore. I'll treat you to dessert."
"Okay," Nicole directly hugged Clive and said.
But Nicole also tilted her head and said, "Brother Clive, what do you think of my performance today?"
Clive had been paying attention to Nicole's match.