As Jiang Yongnian’s voice died down, the entire arena was dumbfounded.
The students were at a loss for words, as were the nurous assistants and tutors, who were left speechless.
"Did the academy actually agree to this?"
"This is unprecedented, isn’t it? Soone trying to secure a tutor position with the strength of a first-rank student."
"If Assistant Han accomplishes this, won’t he be renowned across Canghai, even across Blue Frog?"
"But the condition makes sense, to win as a bet, and get nothing if he loses to Renwo Kuang."
"If he manages to win, such an individual’s reputation would naturally be high anyway, it’s only normal for an assistant’s position not to hold him down..."
Voices of public criticism surged, and people holding differing opinions were everywhere.
"Hey, after all this talk, isn’t Assistant Han being too overconfident?"
"I still don’t understand, why would the Grey Flash of the Desert Witch think she can suppress the Muscle Zombie?"
"From what we’ve seen of the nurous battles so far, no one’s been able to bring Renwo Kuang to desperation."
"And Assistant Han, having not yet fought, seems to have an unwavering certainty of victory."
"Judging from all of this, this duel will definitely be an electrifying one. It’s tornting to us spectators not being able to watch!"
Similar comnts were voiced, with many people chiming in agreent.
The majority of people believed Assistant Han to be more arrogant than Renwo Kuang, hiding his true strength.
However, with his calm deanor, not many people would agree to label him as soone who acted out to grab attention.
"Enough talk, let’s battle!"
Renwo Kuang ripped off his tattered upper garnt, exposing his bronze, robust muscles in the sunlight.
He was already excited, his fighting spirit surging far higher than when he challenged Feng Chunshi, the top of the grade’s ranking list.
Ye Hanjun could see the many scars on his body.
So were superficial wounds from the recent fight; more, however, were old injuries.
These old injuries had healed, leaving ugly scars that, with every step taken by Renwo Kuang, looked like wriggling centipedes, amplifying his terrifying aura.
Ye Hanjun remained silent.
As he left the audience seats, he neither vaulted over the chairs nor charged recklessly. He calmly walked into the center of the battlefield, looking as tranquil as a scholar who couldn’t harm a chicken.
Then, under the guidance of senior tutors led by Jiang Yongnian, the sounds from the crowd gradually faded from his ears.
Together, Ye Hanjun and Renwo Kuang walked into an underground tunnel. After about a minute, a stone door about twenty ters high appeared before them.
"Boom boom!"
The stone door opened, revealing a spacious training room.
Several rows of ancient weapons and a dozen sets of differently colored armor were inside.
Besides that, there was a lot of accumulated dust, obviously a sign of long disuse.
"Right here."
Jiang Yongnian, hands behind his back, glanced at Ye Hanjun and drawled,
"It seems to , considering your skills and abilities, neither of you would stoop to cheating."
"But without a referee, without dical care, if anything happens, the academy won’t take any responsibility."
"That’s understood."
Ye Hanjun nodded, stepping into the room.
Renwo Kuang followed, his eyes burning intensely.
Although he remained silent at that mont, the strong surge of his vitality was like a lion or a tiger ready to hunt, waiting for the right mont to pounce on his prey.
"Boom boom!"
The stone door closed, and the complicated expressions of Jiang Yongnian, Dong Xuan, Hong Li... disappeared from view.
Ye Hanjun chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the imminent fight.
He walked around the training room, ticulously making sure no spying device had been left behind.
The stone walls and the stone door, made from top-notch stone and fortified with formation patterns, ensured sound insolation and protection against intrusions.
Having made sure of these, Ye Hanjun turned his head, asking casually,
"You’ve fought nurous rounds, have injuries, and your Fond Spirit is not in its pri."
"If you fight like this and lose, will you feel unfair?"
"These minor injuries an nothing to !"
Renwo Kuang snorted, and with a flash, the Muscle Zombie appeared next to him.
He fixed his eyes on Ye Hanjun and his heavy breathing gradually settled, he countered,
"On the contrary, Assistant Han, I heard you’re seriously ill. When you first ca to the academy, you’d vomit blood just from walking a few steps."
"Today, being so close to you..."
"Although you’re not as feeble as the rumors suggest, you’re definitely not strong."
"I wonder, will such a state limit your power?"
"If you can’t give a proper challenge, this battle, which I’ve gone to great lengths to arrange, will be a disappointnt..."
"Rest assured."
Ye Hanjun responded with a lighthearted smile,
"In this fight, anyone can be disappointed, but you won’t be."
"Great!"
Renwo Kuang squatted low and stepped back several paces, exuding a ready-for-action aura, he said,
"I’m ready to learn from you, Assistant Han."
"Clang!"
Ye Hanjun drew a long knife from his belt, gripped tight in his right hand.
In the next mont, his left wrist flickered with goose-yellow light, and a summoning array briefly appeared. The Sandstorm Witch materialized.
"Swish swish swish—"
The Sandstorm Witch, Huazhu, with her animal-like guise painted on with color-changing pignt, wore a black and white gradient short dress. Her face had smudges of dirt, and her exposed skin was marked with various types of injury scars.
From her crouched position, she got up slowly. As she opened her eyes, Renwo Kuang found himself looking into a pair of dim, vertical snake’s eyes.
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