The Wind Spirit Dojo's opponent was also a small dojo. To be on the safe side, they had sent out an intermediate Martial Master.
However, to everyone's surprise, the head of the school had personally sent out an Advanced Martial Master.
The surrounding crowd immediately began to discuss animatedly.
"Has the Light Wind Dojo gone crazy? They've already sent out their strongest fighters here. What should we do for the upcoming competition?"
"I'm curious as well. The Light Wind Dojo has only been open for less than half a year. I remember that only the dojo's director is a high-rank Martial Master. The others are all middle-rank or low-rank martial artists. There are even martial artists who coach the dojo."
Although the early stages of the point competition did not limit the number of times the participants had to fight, the physical limitations were real.
Even if one was a high-rank Martial Master, one would still feel a little tired after defeating an intermediate Martial Master. Their Qi and blood power would also be somewhat depleted.
At this time, it would be very difficult for you to fight against an opponent that had sent out an Advanced Martial Master of the same level.
At that time, all of your high-end strength would be replaced by the enemy's inferior horses. In the end, you would only be able to face the opponent's high-end combat strength.
The final result of the competition was not out of everyone's expectations. The Wind Spirit Dojo's Intermediate Martial Master had lost.
That martial master walked down from the stage and cupped his fists in front of the headmaster. "I'm sorry, headmaster. I've lost."
"It's okay. It's not your fault that you lost this round. You can go and rest."
After more than ten rounds, the dojo master's expression changed.
Wei Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid these people are plotting against our Wind Spirit Dojo!"
In this point competition, as long as it was the Wind Spirit Dojo's turn, regardless of whether it was the small, unknown dojo in the city or the two old rivals, their opponents would send out their strongest fighters.
After these few rounds of fighting, the Wind Spirit Dojo's opponents were all Advanced Martial Masters.
When it came to the other families, the Beginner Martial Masters and Intermediate Martial Masters were putting on an act. Although the fight was extremely exciting and attracted the audience's cheers, it was not dangerous at all. It was only to the point.
"This is a strangulation against our Wind Spirit Dojo," Barton said.
Clive also saw the members of the Clear Wind Dojo running to the Fierce Tiger Dojo's resting area, talking to someone there.
From time to time, they would point their fingers in the direction of the Wind Spirit Dojo.
Seeing this, the Wind Spirit Dojo's director, Jean, could not help but glare at them.
The Fierce Tiger Dojo's director did not try to avoid them. Instead, he revealed a smug smile.
"I assume that the competition this time has been arranged in advance. This time, it's a killing move aimed at your Wind Spirit Dojo."
At this moment, the referee shouted, "Next round, the Wind Spirit Dojo will face the Light Wind Dojo."
Once again, the dojo master of the Light Wind Dojo walked onto the arena.
Gene could not help but look at the remaining martial artists in the dojo. They were all panting heavily as they sat down on their chairs to rest.
"Father, let my people go."
With things having come to this, it was impossible for them to win with their strength. Jean nodded and said, "I'll have to trouble you. Our Wind Spirit Dojo will remember this favor."
"Don't worry, Director Jean. The Wind Spirit Dojo won't lose next." With a tap of his foot, Jesse floated directly onto the stage. In addition, he had an ancient sword on his back, making him look like a fairy. This caused the girls in the audience to scream.
"Why haven't I seen you in the Wind Spirit School before? What's your name?" The headmistress asked.
"You don't deserve to know my name. Make your move." After saying this, Jesse took off the long sword on his back.
Hearing this, the headmistress narrowed her eyes. Then, without any formalities, she assumed a posture.
"Broken Iron Palm!" With a roar, the headmistress took the lead to an attack.
Jesse also attacked with his sword.
Just when her palm was about to be pierced through by Jesse's long sword, she changed her move.
"Iron Dragon Claw!" He changed his fist into a claw and grabbed the sword.
It was unknown how this Iron Dragon Claw was practiced, but the few fingers of the headmistress who grabbed the sword stuck the ancient sword like iron pincers, and her palm did not bleed at all.
After one successful move, the director continued to attack.
However, a dangerous smile appeared on Jesse's face. "Is my sword that easy to grab?" After saying that, his entire body emitted the aura of a unique technique, and the strength of his hand instantly increased by more than double.
He directly lifted the director, causing the audience to cry out in surprise!
On the other side, Clive could not help but think to himself. "An amplification technique."
Immediately after, a miserable scream came from the stage. Clive raised his head and saw that it was the clear wind dojo's director's five fingers that Jesse had chopped off.
For a moment, the scene was extremely bloody.
"Trash," Jesse said coldly.
Seeing that the dojo director had been injured and no longer had the strength to fight, several disciples of the Clear Wind Dojo immediately came forward to help her down.
This head had more than half of her martial arts skills in her hands. Now that five of her fingers had been cut off, her strength would probably be significantly reduced.
After this battle, the Clear Wind Dojo might even be removed from the list.
Immediately, the expressions of those disciples in the rest area were as if they had lost their minds.
Those people also looked at Jesse with hatred in their eyes.
However, this was the way things were in this world. When the Clear Wind Dojo had joined forces with the other two dojos, they should have known what risks they would take. Now that they had ended up like this, they could not blame anyone else.
"Okay." The Fierce Tiger Dojo Director's loud shout came from afar.
"Is this the strength of a high school student? This older man has seen it for himself. However, today, your dojo isn't the only one that has people from Zhengyang First High School."
Then, the Fierce Tiger Dojo Director stepped back, revealing a man behind him.
There was a terrifying scar between the man's brows, and on his hands was a pair of bright red gloves.
"Exploding Tiger Colby!"
Jesse could not help but shout.
The man nicknamed 'Exploding Tiger Colby' stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. He smiled and said, "Junior brother, long time no see."
When he got off the stage, Jesse seemed to be in a daze.
Wei Yang quickly went forward to comfort him, "Senior Brother Ling, although Senior Colby has a bad reputation, this gentleman's sword of yours might not lose to him. Perhaps after defeating him, you will become one of the top third-year students. When that time comes, will you be noticed by the big companies?"
Hearing this, Jesse's aura began to calm down.
He slowly said, "I know my strength. Colby was called 'Explosive Tiger' because he went back to his hometown to celebrate becoming a Martial Master. On the way, he met a raging flame tiger that broke through the blockade.
In the end, he killed a fierce tiger that was close to a high-level Martial Master with the strength of a low-level Martial Master and became famous in one fell swoop.
After that, his strength also improved by leaps and bounds. Now that he had become a high-rank Martial Master, his power was even more unfathomable.
"If I meet him and the outcome is 20-80, I'll be 20-80."
"What should we do?" Wei Yang asked anxiously.