Chapter 219: One Move, All in One

In a building outside the Sichuan Province stadium.

A group of people with sinister expressions stood there, looking through the window at Class 3-5 below.

The leader, a young man in a gray suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked very refined.

He shook his head and sighed, saying: "I never expected that after rallying the capitalist clans to join forces, Qin Shangwu would break the situation in just a few days."

In his view, this move of using a knife to kill was a perfect alignment of timing, location, and people.

He didn't even think it would fail.

The Dian clan of the Four Great Families of Magic City controls resources spread across Great Xia, with a thousand-year inheritance, and there are also several local influential clans in Sichuan Province; the number of master-level experts reaches over ten.

With such a force, even if placed in the underground realm, as long as there are enough low-rank martial artists, they could still form a martial army.

Yet they were defeated and suffered the annihilation of their clan.

"Helmsman, Qin Yu is cultivating his own following, actually raising all fifty-three classmates to the warrior realm—what a joke… He actually took high school classmate loyalty seriously?"

A one-armed youth let out a cold laugh.

He once teamed up with classmates to find a treasure in the underground realm, but was betrayed; if not for some means to escape, he would have already been buried in a desolate place.

So, in his view, these so-called friendships are all bullshit.

Qin Yu is simply throwing his own resources away, not using them on himself—utter foolishness.

"The final stage of the exam has been decided, just as we previously suggested: outside the ancient Sichuan city in the underground realm, we captured thousands of first- to third-rank feral beasts, kept them there; whoever scores more points from killing them ranks higher."

"Furthermore, deep within the constructed exam site, there are three fourth-rank feral beasts and one fifth-rank feral beast; our people planted in the Ministry of Culture have taken effect, using the excuse that Qin Yu's strength is too strong and would disrupt balance to join."

"Our bewitching incense has already been placed among those few who are sure to advance to the exam; once they bring it in, it will trigger a beast tide."

"Even if Qin Yu manages to escape, our master-level squad has already penetrated deep and can at any moment provoke an eighth-rank feral beast."

"By then, a beast tide will surely erupt."

"As long as Chen Taihang dares to send people to rescue, this beast tide… will inflict massive losses on the ancient Sichuan city!"

"At the very least, it will waste half of the manpower!"

A black-robed man, his whole body shrouded, seemed to carry a faint chill, floating nearby.

The gold-rimmed glasses man smiled: "Qin Shangwu… hehe, the grudge from when he killed my son back then."

"Today, I can finally repay you."

With the impact of an eighth-rank feral beast, plus the beast tide in the examination grounds,

He doesn't believe Qin Yu could survive under these circumstances!

Even if he damn well has the talent of a martial saint!

But he is not yet a martial saint!

He's merely a third-rank warrior!

The impact of thousands of low-rank feral beasts would drown even a sixth-rank golden-body martial artist in an instant.

Unable to resist.

"Since we're ready, let's disperse."

"Wait for an accident to occur in the ancient Sichuan city."

"Hibiscus City should also be buried in splendid flames."

"After a century of preparation, my Evil God Sect should finally make its official appearance."

"Let Great Xia, the Blue Star, know."

"To submit to the Evil God is the ultimate destination."

"Individual martial strength is ultimately too weak."

The corner of the gold-rimmed glasses man's mouth curled into a cold, sinister smile.

As his words fell, the more than ten people behind him all dispersed to go prepare.

Sichuan Province stadium.

Qin Yu arrived at the waiting area, divided into ten zones, each with about fifty thousand people.

After all, only those whose qi and blood test reaches above 120 can enter here for the college entrance exam; as long as they show a striking impressive moment, they will be favored by various martial universities.

Furthermore, this place equals the elite of the whole Sichuan Province, meaning only one-tenth of people are qualified to take the martial university entrance exam.

In the stadium there are over a hundred fighting platforms, extremely spacious; outside the first layer are spectator seats, a sea of people, continuous shouts, everyone's eyes gleaming, wanting to watch Qin Yu, to see this monstrous talent with martial saint potential.

At this moment, Qian Yi, with a slightly short and stout build, stood on the host platform, his surging qi and blood suddenly sweeping out, enveloping the entire stadium.

"Quiet!"

"The exam, the lottery will start in three minutes!"

"Go up the stage according to ranking!"

The field instantly fell silent; although Qian Yi's own strength is not strong, only at the master level, it does not match his current position.

But he represents the upper echelon of Great Xia.

"It's actually the legendary Minister Qian, personally coming to Sichuan Province to oversee the exam?"

"Holy shit, this batch of examinees is fortunate; if they gain Minister Qian's favor, they'll rise straight to the heavens, achievable in the near future!"

Countless people were shocked; one of the six ministry ministers personally came to oversee the exam.

For a region, this is

simply an honor.

At this moment, even the personnel of Sichuan Province's various departments share in the honor, a treatment other regions do not have.

While drawing lots, the exam begins.

The top two hundred are already ready.

Among them was someone from Class 5 of Senior Year 3, who wasn't particularly famous and was usually a background character.

The news that all of Class 5 of Senior Year 3 were martial artists only circulated in a small circle, because most of the students had already entered the waiting area for the big exam.

So, after the referee announced the school and the name.

The opposing students obviously let out a sigh of relief.

Because…… they hadn't run into anyone from Rongcheng No. 1 High School.

As long as they survive the first three rounds, even if their qi and blood haven't reached the passing line, they still qualify to be recruited by First-rate Martial University.

Making it into the top five thousand is a sure thing.

Finally, the three thousand remaining on the stage will enter the final big exam, head into the underground cavern to undergo trials—these people are all contenders for top martial university!

"Rongcheng No. 3 Middle School, Senior Year 3 Class 5 Li Ming, please advise."

"Rongcheng No. 2 Middle School, Senior Year 3 Class 2 Zhang Si, please advise."

The two made a fist-and-palm salute.

Zhang Si's eyes were full of confidence.

Senior Year 3 Class 5 is the underachiever class of No. 3 Middle School.

He had long done his homework and was extremely familiar with all the major universities.

The most famous among them were Qin Yu, Zhang Zihao, etc.; the second tier consisted of Han Feng and Zhang Chao, who supposedly had resources helping them reach martial artist status.

But no one had heard of this Li Ming.

"Begin!"

At the referee's command.

Zhang Si mobilized his qi and blood throughout his body, stamped his right foot, intending to directly overwhelm his opponent.

But…… a black shadow flashed before his eyes.

He felt his head suffer a heavy blow and was sent flying backward.

"Martial... martial artist..."

"Why isn't he in the information I bought……"

Then he fainted directly on the stage.

The referee was dazed, and many spectators in the stands were also dumbfounded.

It's only just begun, and a martial artist has already appeared?

According to past big exam proportions, only a few hundred people reach martial artist level.

After all, only a small fraction of those who passed by earlier.

What's most shocking isn't Li Si's strength, but that anyone who announces being from Rongcheng No. 3 Middle School, Senior Year 3 Class 5 will almost completely crush the opponent!

Whether it's 150 units of qi and blood or 180 units.

Even a seed player who has undergone one bone-tempering and reached over 200 units of qi and blood is instantly killed!

One move, all in one move!

The arena descended into madness.

"One university has several, even dozens of seed players."

"Rongcheng No. 3 Middle School's Class 5 is different."

"Damn, they're all seed players!"

"Damn!"