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In the Martial Arts Miniature World, each person had three matches a day.
Every day, there would be contestants who dazzled and stood out, each with their own pride, but in the following days, ng Yu beca the most popular and flashy young star!
With two Sword Intents, a notorious past, dressed in prison garb, and only seventeen years old!
His third opponent was a brawny man wielding an Eight-Sided Bronze Staff, strong as an ox, with defenses like iron walls, formidable and intimidating, he...
And then, with a single encircling slash, the man's head fell to the ground.
No need for fire, a clean and swift sword strike sufficed.
The fourth opponent was a timid young girl. After blushing, upon seeing ng Yu, she transford into a Thousand-Handed Guanyin, unleashing all kinds of Hidden Weapons, Spirit Vessels, and Magic Artifacts that spread like a web, enveloping ng Yu. No matter how hard she tried, no matter what techniques she used, he effortlessly made his way to her side.
With one thrust of his sword, he shattered her last web of hidden weapons.
At that mont, although ng Yu's move was an old one, she felt the breath of death.
The girl was so frightened she frantically perford the Seven Stars Step, mysteriously moving backward to evade ng Yu's thrust, yet her heart pounded violently in terror.
Just when she thought ng Yu's thrust had been spent, a small fla sparked at the tip of his sword, shooting out and landing right on her chest.
Unlike the grandiose attack that disposed of Little Fatty in the previous match, this match was utterly straightforward and clear.
It was like a mountain flower blooming, a solitary branch bursting through the clouds.
The Fire Crow pierced through her body, and she lost.
The experts in the studio explicitly stated that such effortless expertise was even more ingenious than grilling Little Fatty!
ng Yu's Swordsmanship had reached a divine level!
The fifth contender, Fla Slash.
Not strong enough, you say? I'll slash, slash, slash!
This ti, with fire as the the, wind served as the booster!
The sixth, Wind and Fire Chop!
Wind rolling, flas burning, then the flas transford into a blade, a flaming blade within the winds, I chop, chop, chop!
The seventh, I burn, burn, burn!
You cultivate Withered Wood True Qi, your Withered Wood Armor is said to be the best in defense, but my flas, they can burn endlessly!
The further he went, the stronger the enemies beca, the more exhilarating the fights were for ng Yu!
The Sword Intent of Wind and the Sword Intent of Fire beca more skilled and harmoniously intertwined with each battle. Thanks to these brave and talented high schoolers, ng Yu used them, ti and again, to sharpen his swordsmanship!
In the top five thousand, no one could stand against him.
In the top three thousand, no one could stand against him!
In the top one thousand, no one could stand against him!
Dressed in a yellow prison outfit, bareheaded and barefooted, ard only with a Wooden Sword (with another slung across his back), without any slightest bit of better gear, he advanced step by step to the peak, to the glory.
ng Yu occasionally looked up, occasionally noticed the odds for his single matches, hmm, they had already dropped to one to 1.3.
On the leaderboard, he had reached the twenty-third place.
Oh, and he gained another title.
Unbeatable in Close Combat!
...
The thirteenth match.
ng Yu's na had beco known to all, already listed as a seeded contestant and one of the players who was sure to enter the top hundred—if only his equipnt were better, many were convinced he would definitely be in the top ten!
But even so, many believed ng Yu would surely make it into the top ten!
This match, ng Yu saw the na of his opponent and was quite surprised, so he went to et her.
Little Swallow, wasn't she the female class president from the class, one of the two girls the original host secretly adored?
"How co you're here?"
"Can't I be?"
The girl with a bun hairstyle snorted, then gave ng Yu another glance.
"Indeed, Little Swallow is extrely intelligent, highly talented, and possesses great martial skill, so it's only natural for her to make it into the competition among ten thousand contenders."
ng Yu looked at the beautiful girl, the class president, smiling very happily.
Indeed, the class president was very talented and had trained in swordsmanship with great diligence, being the number one in their grade, and most importantly, she was extraordinarily lucky.
The competition among ten thousand was a multi-round elimination system, but it also incorporated random factors, and since it was a virtual battleground, there were no issues of fatigue or injury. Therefore, in the first half of the match pairings, so strong fighters might keep encountering other strong fighters and lose continuously, while so weaker ones might get lucky, either by getting a bye or by facing even weaker contenders.
Of course, the beautiful and proud class president was far from a weak contender; after all, ng Yu had once found her combat strength unattainable, but what he admired even more was her luck.
"Why have you co now when you haven't visited these past few days?"
ng Yu looked at her and asked.
"I didn't help you, and I always thought that you were doing well..."
The class president said with her head lowered, feeling sowhat guilty towards ng Yu.
She and ng Yu were not in a relationship; her concern for ng Yu stemd from his always being helpful with class affairs, which had greatly aided her as the class president. Even though she often 'fed' him with drinks, snacks, and ice cream, she still felt embarrassed.
ng Yu never shared his family matters with everyone, so she felt powerless to intervene until things took a drastic turn. But by then, when she wanted to find ng Yu, her family had strictly forbidden her to contact him.
What, you don't help when soone is in trouble, but draw near when they are doing well?
She was definitely not that kind of person.
The birthday cake she had prepared for ng Yu, she ended up eating with her cat. Afterwards, she scrimped and saved together with her cat to buy ng Yu a gift.
Today, if she hadn't been paired against ng Yu, she would've continued to lay low like a turtle withdrawing into its shell.
"I'm really grateful to you, for the chance to fight you in the final battle; sorry, I have always thought... your family situation..." she apologized once again to ng Yu. Her record was poor, and after today's loss, she would have no more matches to fight.
"How could I bear to win against you?"
ng Yu smiled, sighing.
After he entered prison, many people sent him gifts. When Teacher Chen visited him, she told him that the class president had smashed her piggy bank and used her savings to buy him the Crimson Jade Glazed Sword, the treasure sword he used in the stone chamber for his practice.
She regretted not knowing more about ng Yu and not fulfilling the camaraderie of a classmate.
She had sent it anonymously, but the secret was exposed by Teacher Chen.
"Alright, let's not talk about this, let's chat. I wonder how everyone is doing?"
ng Yu smiled and started chatting about the past with her.
The two of them enjoyed tea and sweets together, reminiscing about the good old days, breathing in the fragrance of flowers on the breeze.
Until an hour later, when they entered the battlefield.
"Let's agree first, no beheading, no burning . Give a clean death."
The girl would not surrender, but at the sa ti, she did not want ng Yu to turn her into a roasted duck.
"Agreed."
ng Yu smiled, gazing at the class president in front of him.
She was extrely happy to see ng Yu, to et an old classmate, her face beaming with a sweet smile that made the whole world seem bright and radiant.
Ah, the beloved, the red rose of his original heart.
"Co on."
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