The Hooligan in Another World

Chapter 99 Disdain

The competition in the past two days might be a test of the strength of the two academies, but today was different. The overall champion of today's competition could get a place to be the young general. Even if he was not the champion, the top ten could become the commander of the army. Many teenagers hoped to make a name for themselves. Today was their chance.

War Tiger Academy and Divine Academy had twenty students qualified to participate. They were divided into two teams to walk to the practice field, lined up on both sides.

Xiao Feng began to ask the students in Class One, who had participated in the competition, "Are there any students participating in the battle for the overall champion?" Although knowing that it was impossible, Xiao Feng, was a conservative person. After three shouts, no one responded, so he asked Class Four.

"Is anyone participating in the championship?"

“I’ll participate.” Without waiting for Xiao Feng to finish his sentence, Lin Feng pushed aside Mo’er Wayne, who was standing diagonally in front of him, and strode out.

"Lin Feng, do you want to participate in the competition for the championship? Have you made up your mind?" Xiao Feng seemed to praise him.

“Yes, Mentor. I have decided to participate in the competition.” Lin Feng stood in front of Class Four.

“Very well, Lin Feng, please stand on the stage.” Xiao Feng saw that Lin Feng’s answer was firm, so he stood at the front and said worriedly. Don’t forget that when Lin Feng was learning literature, he was Xiao Feng’s disciple. Moreover, Xiao Feng was very fond of Lin Feng’s talent, and was full of regret towards Lin Feng for abandoning literature and learning martial arts.

Lin Feng walked towards the arena.

"Lin Feng, we support you!" Mo’er Wayne shouted with Miqie Xiao Rong.

“We support you!” All the students from Class Four stood up and shouted.

Lin Feng stopped, turned around and stretched out his left arm. Clenching his fist, he reached out and made a thumbs up. After completing this action, Lin Feng went up to the arena and stood next to the students of Class Six.

“This time, if we encountered, we can fight. I have high hopes for you.” Zhao Xuan, who was standing at the edge, looked at Lin Feng and said with a smile.

Lin Feng was the only one in Class Four who participated in the competition for the championship. Divine Academy did not have a freak like Lin Feng. When Xiao Feng asked Class Five, Guan Canglan from War Tiger Academy laughed and said, "Since someone in Class Four has participated, I can't retreat, can I?" After that, he stepped onto the arena too.

Afterwards, Shaokang Wayne from Divine Academy stepped onto the arena with a gloomy expression. To everyone’s surprise, Lan’er Wayne stepped forward and followed behind them.

One person from Class Four, three from Class Five, and twenty from the original Class Six formed the final formation of twenty four people.

Next was to draw lots according to the procedure. Lin Feng did not care much about this. After all, his goal was the final champion. It did not matter who he met.

“Hehe, it’s more or less what I predicted. Your goal is not the champion of Class Four. I hope that we will meet a little later.” Guan Canglan smiled as he looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng could only nod his head as he followed Class Six to draw lots.

After each person had drawn a lot, they would hand it to the judges to register, in case someone cheated. In this way, the host could directly call out their number and name later.

Lin Feng was the second from last. He drew a red lot and gave it to Xiao Feng, before returning to his original spot.

After the lots were drawn, Xiao Feng announced the participants to the stage.

After the contestants went off the stage, Paul and the deputy dean beside him stood up. They took out their wands and set up a large transparent barrier above the field.

In the final battle for the championship, the contestants' strength was no longer the same as that of the previous few matches. The guys of Class Six had all reached the peak of the Level Two, and could reach Combat King and Magic Warlock at any time. In such a battle, the judges had to be careful. Otherwise, it would be bad if the Combat Qi and magic flew all over the place and accidentally hurt others.

By setting up the defensive barrier, Bolton would be able to open the door and allow the competitors to enter when it was their turns. This would also prevent people from interfering with the battle.

The first battle was between students of War Tiger Academy, and one of them was the potential champion, Ying Shiqi. As Bolton pointed his want, a gap appeared in the transparent shield, and the two participants stood on the stage.

Ying Shiqi was different from ordinary people who cultivated Combat Qi. Generally speaking, people who cultivated Combat Qi had strong bodies, while Ying Shiqi was slender and held a black sword in his hand. He looked at his opponent coldly and said nothing. On the contrary, his opponent, Zhang Tian was a little impatient, because Ying Shiqi’s reputation in War Tiger Academy was no less than that of Zhao Xuan. For example, when they met the wolf pack during this year’s training, it was good enough for the ordinary students in Class Six to protect themselves. However, Ying Shiqi, with a long black sword in his hand, shuttled through the demonic wolves and took away a life with each slash. Even Zhao Xuan and Tang Xuan could not do that. It was as if he was born to kill.

As the gong in Xiao Feng's hand rang, Ying Shiqi moved. The black sword in his hand carried a black light toward Zhang Tian's throat. Lin Feng would describe his agility as a rabbit.

Zhang Tian's body also moved, and the saber in his hand carried a cold light. He chopped down obliquely, and he was fierce too. Although there were differences in strength, no weak people could reach this arena.

Ying Shiqi floated sideways and dodged Zhang Tian's attack. He took a step forward and quickly approached Zhang Tian. The black long sword in his hand swept toward Zhang Tian's neck like a reaper’s blade.

Lin Feng cursed in his heart. Was this really a competition? What the fu*k, it was all killing moves. If the opponent was too weak to defend, wouldn’t their head roll on the ground?

"Don't you know? This is Ying Shiqi’s style. He doesn't pursue beauty or power. He only wants to kill his enemies. In his eyes, there are only enemies, no opponents. This is Ying Shiqi." Nalan Yunjie introduced him to Lin Feng, who was next to her.

“Good. A natural born warrior and a natural born assassin.” Lin Feng nodded and praised.

"If you can't resist him, just admit defeat. This guy doesn't know what mercy is." Nalan Yunjie looked at Lin Feng with some worry.

“I don’t understand, why aren’t all of you confident in me? If I win the championship, will you all feel as if the sun is rising from the west?” Lin Feng was a little depressed. Damn it, how was he any weaker than them? Didn’t he only have a slightly lower cultivation? Was cultivation level the deciding factor? He would show them his power soon.

“Even if the sun rises from the west, you can’t get the championship. You are just going up and making a fool of yourself. I don’t understand what you’re thinking,” said Mo’er Wayne as she glanced at Lin Feng.

Mo’er words provoked Lin Feng. This woman actually looked down on him. Lin Feng hated it the most when others looked down on him. Previously, Bart had called him an idiot, but in the end? Didn’t he take back his words?

“You look down on me? Very well, what will happen if I become the champion?” Lin Feng looked at Mo’er coldly.

"It's not that I'm looking down on you! I'm just telling the truth. Do you think this is a battle of Class Four? Wake up from your dream." Mo’er Wayne looked him as if she was looking at a fool.

“Okay, I don’t need you to apologize. I will get the championship to show you. I didn’t expect you to look down on me.” After mocking at himself, Lin Feng no longer looked at Mo’er, because he was a little angry.

Seeing the smile on Lin Feng’s face disappear, Mo’er knew that her words had been too much. It was a little hurtful, and Lin Feng could not take it anymore. Only then did Mo’er remember that Lin Feng was different from those followers around her, unable to accept such words.

All of a sudden, Mo'er felt a little regretful, but she could not bring herself to apologize. Ever since she was young, she had never felt that she had done anything wrong. Even if she was wrong, she would be right. Apologize? That had never happened before. But what about now?

"Lin Feng, that's not what I meant. It's not that I'm looking down on you, it's just that I don't want you to underestimate your opponent. It's okay if you don't win the championship, you've done very well this time." Seeing that Lin Feng was angry, Mo'er was a little panicked, so she put down her face and apologized.

"Well, it doesn't matter. It's normal for you to think so, but I not only want to prove it to you, but also to people in Capital City. What kind of man am I? Class Six? They are not my match." Lin Feng thought for a while, but he didn't blame Mo'er, because her idea was normal, although she sounded a little mean.

After speaking, Lin Feng began paying attention to the battle on the martial arts field. Because Ying Shiqi was extremely fast, the black sword in his hand was unpredictable and elusive. Zhang Tian could only defend himself.

Zhang Tian’s Combat Qi was ferocious enough. He slashed open deep grooves in the ground with the saber in his hand, but it was completely ineffective against Ying Shiqi. He was nimble, and even though the Combat Qi on his black sword wasn’t dense, anyone who wasn’t an idiot would be able to discern that as long as Zhang Tian’s defenses revealed the slightest flaw, then the battle would come to an end.

After fighting for half about ten minutes, Zhang Tian's Combat Qi was greatly consumed, and the saber in his hand no longer had the momentum to start a storm.

Ying Shiqi seized the opportunity and approached Zhang Tian quickly. The black sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, stabbing at Zhang Tian's throat. At this time, Zhang Tian's saber had just been cut out, and it was too late for him to come back to help. His body retreated aside, but he still underestimated Ying Shiqi’s speed. His black sword pierced through his shoulder.

After succeeding in his attack, Ying Shiqi took a few steps back and stopped attacking. He looked at Zhang Tian with an emotionless face.

Zhang Tianzheng knew that Ying Shiqi had shown mercy. If he hadn’t drawn his sword just now, he would have ended up dead.

“Brother Ying, your swordsmanship is peerless. I am not your match.” After saying that, he nodded at the referees and admitted defeat.

Under the signal of Old Gary and Bolton, Xiao Feng announced Ying Shiqi's victory.