Afterwards, Du Chun took Long Xiangtian back by himself. When Long Xiangtian came out, he found Du Ruo waiting for him outside.
Du Ruo was also very curious when she saw Long Xiangtian walking out in high spirits, but since it was her father's confirmation, she would not question it and let Long Xiangtian go back to the dormitory by himself.
She went to deal with Wei Xiuqi's body. After all, Wei Xiuqi was a student of the Martial Arts Academy and her own student. Now that something had happened, she had to inform the Wei family.
When Long Xiangtian was about to return to the dormitory, he found that Zhang Yerong and others were waiting for him on the road. When they saw him coming, they eagerly asked about Long Xiangtian's situation.
After Long Xiangtian sent a few people away, he returned to the dormitory with the fat boy. Speaking of which, he, the main culprit in this incident, felt quite relieved.
The competition on the second day will continue, but this time no one will be given a bye, because although someone won before, he was also injured and wisely chose to give up today's competition.
The eight people who could hold on until today's competition were all elites among the freshmen. Except for the little fat man and Long Xiangtian, they were all in the ninth-grade Guanli realm, and some had even stepped half a foot into the Ruxuan realm.
Among the remaining six people, Long Xiangtian also knew three of them, namely Wen Hao, Wang She, and the pale-faced Yu Xunxue.
Although Long Xiangtian didn't know the other three, after the literary giant's introduction, Long Xiangtian learned their names.
The man in black, who looked like he was keeping strangers away, was called Mo Hong. He was a tough opponent for a literary giant. The sneaky little guy standing there was called Zhou Qi, who was not as good as Mo Hong. Long Xiangtian had met Zhou Qi once before, and he had exchanged his bamboo slips with him.
It can be said that if it were not for Long Xiangtian, it would be uncertain whether Zhou Qi would be qualified to participate in today's competition.
The last person was a little girl with a proud face. Although this little girl named Qing Ling might be weaker than all of them, and might even be inferior to Zhou Qi, this little girl had a lot of strange hidden weapons, and even those who were stronger than her could suffer at her hands.
But Long Xiangtian discovered a detail, that is, this little girl named Qingling always stared at Yu Xunxue with dissatisfaction, as if Yu Xunxue had some personal grudge against her. Yu Xunxue also noticed Qingling, but she did not express any dissatisfaction, but stood closer to Wenhao, causing Qingling to stamp her feet repeatedly.
Wenhao looked at Yu Xunxue with an embarrassed expression, as if he was afraid that she would be angry. Even if Long Xiangtian was slow to react, he understood that Qing Ling was a concubine who had a lover but was not interested in him. He also thought secretly in his heart that being so handsome was not necessarily a good thing.
Soon, Du Ruo asked several people to draw bamboo sticks as before. While drawing the lots, Du Ruo looked at Long Xiangtian with a resentful look on his face, which made Long Xiangtian feel quite embarrassed.
However, this time the four games were not held simultaneously, but one by one. On the one hand, it was to prevent things like what happened yesterday from happening, and on the other hand, it allowed Du Ruo to observe the progress of the players more closely.
In the end, Long Xiangtian drew number 3, and his opponent was the little girl named Qing Ling. Wang She's opponent was Mo Hong, so it was going to be a tough fight. Mu Xunxue drew Zhou Qi, and Long Xiangtian had seen Mu Xunxue's strength from the previous matches, so he thought she wouldn't have any big problems in this match.
What Long Xiangtian didn't expect the most was that Wenhao was drawn to the same match as the little fat man, and even went on stage in the first match. Long Xiangtian thought Wenhao would be worried, after all, even Long Xiangtian didn't dare to break the little fat man's defense, let alone Wenhao.
However, when Long Xiangtian looked at Wenhao, he unexpectedly found that he had a happy expression on his face, as if he was sure to win. On the other hand, the little fat man had a bitter face.
Long Xiangtian thought that maybe the literary master had some special way to deal with the little fat guy, which made Long Xiangtian very curious.
At this time, there were a lot of people gathered around the martial arts arena, not only the freshmen, but even many old students came out to join in the fun. After all, this kind of fight between the ninth-grade penetration realm was already the same realm as many old students, so it was still worth watching.
As Du Ruo announced the start of the competition, the fat man and Wen Hao walked onto the podium, and the two of them yelled and started fighting.
That's right, they did fight. The little fat guy rarely had any magic weapon to protect himself, and he didn't even use his Xuanli. Wenhao and he both controlled their Xuanli from overflowing. The two of them just punched each other like hooligans, shocking and confusing everyone watching.
"Sissy, I promised not to hit you in the face."
"You fat pig, who told you to play dirty tricks?"
"Since I can't beat you, of course I have to play dirty!"
"You know you can't beat me, so why don't you just lie down and get beaten!"
"..."
The two men obviously ignored the surprised looks of the people around them and used all kinds of tricks, even showing no mercy with their words. However, even though they had bruised noses and swollen eyes, they did not use a single bit of their mysterious power.
At this time, Long Xiangtian finally understood what the two were doing. Wasn't it the same when he fought with Tang Yin and the others before? Long Xiangtian thought of Tang Yin and the others, and his heart warmed. He didn't know what these lawless guys were doing now. He had already entered the Profound Realm, so they must be inferior to him.
Long Xiangtian was lost in his memories here, and the two people on the stage had gradually determined the winner. The fat boy had a weak constitution to begin with, so he quickly fell into a disadvantage. If it weren't for the fat boy's thick skin, he would have been beaten down by the literary giant long ago.
But in the end, the little fat boy still leaned back and lay directly on the ground, gasping for breath and shouting: "Give up! Give up!"
At this time, the writer's clothes were disheveled, his already loose hair was messy, and there were even many bruises on his handsome face, but he was still grinning happily, as if he had already won the first place.
Although Du Ruo was speechless about the two people's weird competition methods and didn't understand why there were so many "talents" among the students this year, since the fat boy admitted defeat, she directly announced the result of the competition.
After the conversation was over, the little fat boy lay down in disgrace, still accusing Wen Hao of his "evil deeds". Wen Hao, however, ignored the little fat boy, only smiled at him triumphantly, and went to enjoy Yu Xunxue's concern.
Long Xiangtian looked at the simple and pure friendship between the men and smiled slightly.