It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

In the stands of Wuhan University in Kyoto.

The participating students and the leading teacher sat neatly on their seats.

With his back straight and his face stern, just sitting there still gave people a chilling feeling.

Kyoto University of Wuhan has the toughest school spirit among all universities.

From the moment they first enter school, students will enter the battlefield of ferocious beasts and engage in life-and-death combat with real ferocious beasts.

The casualty rate is very high, and the strength is also the strongest among all schools.

So far, the Kyoto Wuhan University team has won eight consecutive national competition championships.

Almost all the top players in the singles competition came from this school.

Sometimes you can even take the top three spots directly.

In this competition, six of them entered the top 32.

Only one person met the top ten players from the previous session and was unfortunately eliminated.

At this time, all the students at Kyoto Wuhan University focused their attention on Chu Xuan.

"Duan Qianpeng, are you sure?"

The leading teacher looked back at the young man sitting in the middle.

The young man's appearance is very handsome, and his pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes reveal a brilliant light.

There is a short vertical scar on the left eye made by an unknown weapon.

It adds a bit of evil feeling to it.

Duan Qianpeng's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the teacher's question.

After thinking for a while, he said.

"I don't know, if I met such a person in the competition last year, I would definitely not be his opponent.

But this year, it may not be impossible to fight. "

"You're not even sure?"

The leading teacher looked at Duan Qianpeng in surprise.

The leader of Kyoto Wuhan University won the team and individual championships with overwhelming momentum in his junior year.

As soon as he entered the fifth level, he killed five fifth-level monsters with one shot and one person on the ferocious beast battlefield.

They are among the top figures in the history of the school.

Unexpectedly, such a proud man is not sure?

"This man is very strong."

Duan Qianpeng shook his head and stopped talking.

But a strong fighting spirit gradually rose in his eyes.

In previous games, most of his opponents chose to give up when they saw him.

Duan Qianpeng was almost exhausted.

. . .

At the same time that the game on Chu Xuan’s side ended.

On the next stage, a huge monk wearing shabby monk robes and nearly two meters tall walked up.

The monk comes from Northwest Martial Arts University, which is second only to the four major martial arts universities.

And his opponent was a boy from Sichuan-Chongqing Wuhan University.

"Amitabha, I am a poor monk. I am here to accuse the donor."

The great monk clasped his hands and bowed, with an apologetic look on his face.

The boy raised his head.

Look at this monk whose arms are thicker than his head.

The mouth opens unconsciously.

He is also over 1.8 meters tall, which is not too short to begin with.

But in front of this monk who calls himself Fa Zheng, he acts like a chicken.

"Master monk, what do you apologize to me for?"

"Because the poor monks don't like fighting, but my sect is not supported by believers, so it is a little...financially difficult.

Hearing that the prize money was relatively high this time, the master forced the poor monk to come and participate.

If the donor is accidentally hurt later, I hope the donor will not be blamed. "

"Oh, you are quite confident!"

Hearing what the great monk said, the boy from Sichuan University snorted coldly.

The long sword in his hand was raised horizontally, and his body exuded a fierce aura.

“It’s useless to say more, because it’s not certain who will hurt whom in a while.

Your muscles may not be able to block my sword! "

"Ugh..."

Fa Zheng sighed helplessly.

Soon, the referee repeated the rules of the game and the countdown ended.

At the moment when the word "start" was just said.

The Sichuan University student suddenly disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he was already in front of the monk.

The long sword pierced Fa Zheng's eyes at a tricky angle like a poisonous snake.

next moment.

"Oh!"

A black shadow flew out of the ring instantly.

After falling to the ground, he fainted without even letting out a scream.

"Oh, sin, sin, sin."

Fa Zhen kept shaking his head with a grimace.

Bowed to the boy who fainted on the ground.

Then he slowly walked off the stage.

The moment Fa Zhen exerted his force, Chu Xuan, who had just returned to his seat, suddenly stared.

He looked at the ring where the monk was in shock.

Just now he felt an aura that was very similar to the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra.

It's not as mysterious and obscure as the original version, but it looks a bit like the abridged version.

And when he saw Fa Zhen's huge size, he felt even more certain.

Liu Qingye, who was sitting next to him, had the same reaction.

The two looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

It was just when they came to the stands area of ​​Northwest Wuhan University.

But there was no sign of the great monk.