Sen Lei was a bit perplexed, surprised that he came through unscathed.
"That's a bit of a stretch," he thought.
Beside him, Feng Jing Sheng adorably pouted and stroked Xiao Qi, saying, "Some people take advantage and still play innocent, don't they, Xiao Qi?"
Sen Lei smiled awkwardly.
Xiao Qi had been in a deep sleep for quite a while, and when Sen Lei checked its level, he was shocked. Damn! It advanced even while asleep!
Spirit Sea Level Two!
Sen Lei was impressed; from the time he found it until now, it had taken two naps and advanced three major levels. How is that even possible?
Sen Lei felt like crying. "I want a cultivation method where sleeping can increase my level too! This is so unfair!"
Qing Chan coldly observed the advancing crowd and gave Sen Lei a sharp look.
"Welcome to Rad Academy, juniors. Next, the top three will be contested. The top three not only get direct admission into the Xuanxiao Hall but also gain entry to a secret realm with spiritual treasures and techniques. Do your best," Qing Chan's chilly voice did nothing to dampen the excitement in the crowd.
The Secret Realm of Spiritual Treasures! Even Rad Academy students longed for this!
"Alright, let's begin the draw. This time, draw your own lots!"
Yu Chu Yanran stepped forward with a gentle smile and drew the first lot.
Number three!
…
All the lots were drawn.
Sen Lei held the last tag.
Number one!
The matchups were announced:
Sen Lei vs. Yu Chucheng!
Hou Chuxiao vs. Feng Wu!
Feng Jing Sheng vs. Yu Chu Yanran!
Song Qiao vs. Feng Tian!
Ye Hao vs. Su Qianyi!
Upon learning of the matchups, only Feng Tian's expression soured.
What bad luck, facing this demon!
"First match: Sen Lei vs. Yu Chucheng! Begin!"
Yu Chucheng stepped confidently into the battle area.
Sen Lei followed closely, standing motionless at the edge.
Yu Chucheng knew that this man had passed the sixth level of the Star Path, a rare talent. Though the higher the cultivation level, the higher the level passed, Yu Chucheng still felt uneasy. With Sen Lei's current condition, Yu Chucheng got the illusion that this person had no cultivation, no detectable spiritual power, so strange!
Yu Chucheng didn't dare to act rashly, remaining on guard.
Just then, Sen Lei spoke up, "Aren't you going to make a move?"
Yu Chucheng kept his eyes fixed on Sen Lei without responding. Looking at Sen Lei felt like staring into an abyss, leaving him uncertain.
"Then I'll go first!" Sen Lei suddenly moved with such speed that it astonished all the cultivators present.
"What the hell is that speed?!"
"He must be wearing some kind of spiritual shoes!"
Everyone around was amazed at his speed.
Yu Chucheng quickly reacted, wind under his feet, lightning surrounding him, swiftly dodging Sen Lei's attacks.
To be honest, Sen Lei didn't really need to toy with him now. Spirit Sea Level Three against Spirit Sea Level One, and with Sen Lei's absolute dominance.
Sen Lei let out a shout, not even using a spiritual technique; the blood-colored spiritual power manifested on his fist, and he directly shattered the lightning-covered Yu Chucheng.
A bit ironic.
This time, Yu Chucheng looked just as pathetic as Li Si, directly flying off the stage.
"Cough, cough!" Yu Chucheng spat out blood, still shaken, the terrifying spiritual power made him shiver all over.
"What terrifying spiritual power!" Su Xin was shocked in the stands.
Qing Feng also fell into slight contemplation.
This spiritual power was so strange, like the aura of blood in a person's body.
The surrounding cultivators were also wide-mouthed in disbelief. Yu Chucheng, with a profound-level spiritual technique, was defeated by Sen Luo Crown Prince's ordinary punch!
How strong must he be!
Now no one dared to underestimate him, or call it luck.
That's called overwhelming strength, okay? Such combat power... too terrifying.
Meanwhile, Ye Hao below the stage had a pair of eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
This is someone worth fighting!
"First battle, Sen Lei, wins!"
The Sen Luo cultivators cheered, "Long live the Crown Prince!"
"Second match: Hou Chuxiao vs. Feng Wu, begin!"
Qing Chan didn't waste words; as it was getting late, they needed to finish quickly for the aftermath, considering the large crowd and most academy students were already in the cultivation secret realm, leaving no one for cleanup.
Hou Chuxiao wielded his Soul Sword, glancing at Feng Wu.
"Your weapon isn't just that flimsy fan, is it?" Hou Chuxiao pointed at the white fan in Feng Wu's hand.
"It is," Feng Wu spoke sparingly, keeping his words to a minimum.
"Alright, since you said so, don't say I bullied you!" Hou Chuxiao, holding his treasured blade, was surrounded by fire, the air around him heated up so much it seemed to boil.
This reminded Sen Lei of circus performers back on Earth, waving fire hoops. He chuckled to himself.
Feng Jing Sheng beside him asked, "What's so funny?"
Sen Lei laughed and replied, "He looks like a street performer."
"A performer? What's that?" Feng Jing Sheng asked.
Sen Lei was taken aback. Right, they wouldn't know. How should he explain?
"Someone who specializes in entertaining people, yeah, entertaining," Sen Lei nodded, explaining.
"Oh." Feng Jing Sheng seemed to understand, somewhat.
Hou Chuxiao took the initiative, spinning with his fiery blade, creating a fiery ring with the heated air, the visual impact immense.
Feng Wu held his treasured fan, slightly opened it, and a spiritual energy needle shot out from the fan, aiming directly at Hou Chuxiao.
The spiritual needle was so fine that one might not notice it without focus.
Sen Lei thought, "As expected, the people of Feng Kingdom even use such sinister tools. Except Sheng'er, of course."
But the spiritual needle bounced off as it touched the fiery ring.
The surrounding people were speechless, watching the ever-spinning Hou Chuxiao. Doesn't this kid get dizzy? If he's not, we sure are!
"I can't take it anymore, I'm getting dizzy!"
The cultivator next to him turned pale, looking as if he might vomit at any moment.
The cultivator beside him quickly moved away, fearing he might get vomited on.
Feng Wu on the battlefield wasn't faring much better. Was this spiritual technique meant to nauseate people?
Feng Wu fully opened his treasured fan, and multi-colored spiritual needles sprayed out, forming a green dragon.
Profound-level spiritual technique, Green Dragon Needle – Dragon Transformation!
The spiritual needles turned green dragon soared in the sky.
At this moment, the fiery ring around Hou Chuxiao slowly merged with the flames.
Profound-level spiritual technique, Flaming Serpent Dance!
The release of this technique stunned everyone. So, all that preparation was for accumulating power for this explosion of a spiritual technique!
The fiery serpent rose into the sky, heading towards the green dragon.
Hou Chuxiao was covered in sweat; the accumulation process hadn't been easy on him either.
In an instant, the fiery serpent and the green dragon collided, the resulting explosion spreading across the entire battle stage.
Sparks scattered through the sky, spiritual needles fell to the ground.
"What's going on? Did you see?" a cultivator asked his companion.
"How would I know! I'm standing right next to you, seeing the same thing!"
At that moment, the battle stage was enveloped in mist and steam, making it hard to see the current state of the battle stage.