EBE Chapter 313 Arena
Chapter 313 Arena
After this exam, we'll be going to university. My score was a few dozen points short. No problem, my dad paid to get me in.
Even though it's the worst, I'm still pretty good. I don't have the ability to rely solely on physical skills. If I did have the ability, I'd just pass. It's better not to go.
And I'm talking about the best. Huatian University is teeming with geniuses. Honestly, even if your score meets the cutoff, you still won't get in.
Because not only do you need a high score, but you also need to be very capable. And each family only has a few spots available each year. That's how it turned out; I got in.
Someone helped me carry my luggage. I just entered the campus. There are quite a lot of people this year. There are at least several hundred.
We walked quite a distance. Just as we entered, the dorm supervisor said we couldn't bring our girlfriends in. I said she wasn't my girlfriend. The supervisor looked at us for a while.
How many have there been in previous years? You two go in. Don't mess around there. Okay, I've reached my dorm room. 402.
He helped me make my bed. It felt so good to have someone help me with chores. I asked him if he could manage, and he said he definitely could.
She left after she finished tidying up. Damn, I can't make this up anymore. I never went to university. How would I know? No, skip this, skip this, skip this.
That evening, at the welcome party, we saw students several years older than us. Aotianjing—don't ask me how I know.
He showed off a few cool moves on stage. Then he talked about his level of expertise. I felt like he was just showing off.
And then, in the very end, they actually set up a martial arts arena. They found a few of the weakest fighters and made us go up and challenge them.
That senior was alright looking. His ability was Heavenly Void. He looked incredibly cool when he went up to fight. His ability seemed to be Demonic Sands.
"Junior, don't say your senior bullied you. Why don't you make the first move?" He looked at him coldly. "No need, let's see who goes first, hurry up."
The senior student kicked first, sending out a black object. The junior student jumped.
And quickly blocked his escape route. Sand rose up beneath his feet, and he kicked it hard, scattering the sand.
Then came a powerful straight punch. The punch went straight through the man. Then a quick glance, just as he was about to grab his leg.
Sand solidified on his feet again. He kicked, but the person couldn't see him. He quickly closed his eyes. The person rolled over on the ground.
He pulled a yellow sword from his back. The man conjured a black sword from black energy. The two of them unleashed a flurry of flashy, powerful strikes at each other.
The opponent skillfully parried the attack. They exchanged blows, neither willing to retaliate. Why don't you mention their cultivation levels? They're about the same level. One just hasn't cultivated for a year longer.
But he was one of the worst students in that year. So the match was about even. In the end, the junior student won. How did you guys win?
He summoned a salon directly from his hand. If you ask me, I'd say he just conjured a tornado. But that would have been truly cool.
I'm tempted to play a few rounds. I'm even tempted to jump in and have a go. Unfortunately, my abilities... well, how should I put it?
I could have won. It's just that I felt too ashamed. You ask me why I could fight? You've forgotten what self-control is.
Caught in this dilemma, swaying back and forth, struggling frantically. "Xue'er, do you have any skills in your shop that can be learned instantly? I want to try them out."
You still remember the skills you learned. They're still usable, just lacking energy. A little bit from your body will suffice.