Chapter 508

So that's how it is.

Lin Ziwei nodded and gave a faint smile, saying, "This Professor Jiang Cheng, he's quite a character."

Indeed.

Everyone kept nodding.

Just a few months earlier, the vast majority of them, upon hearing this, thought Jiang Cheng was clueless, a newcomer who dared to talk back to Sun Bo.

However, after the two rounds of combat just now, they all realized that Jiang Cheng was not ordinary and had a promising future.

Since that's the case, better not to offend him if we can avoid it; besides, the latter is also an alchemist, who knows what high-grade pills he might concoct in the future.

"I didn't expect there to be this as well; then I'm even more looking forward to the upcoming battle." Yao Jun spoke.

Upon hearing that, everyone also turned their gazes to the screen.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng and Sun Tong had already entered the Virtual Combat System.

Both held alloy battle knives in their hands, and both were capable of using psychic weapons.

"Professor Jiang Cheng, I'm sorry."

Sun Tong waved his knife slightly, a smile appearing on his face, "Your journey in this Grand Competition ends here."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Cheng gazed at him calmly, "The same words, I also send them to you, Professor Sun."

"Heh."

Sun Tong snorted with laughter.

"A mere first-level Grandmaster, where does he get the nerve to say such a thing?"

"It's got a strong gunpowder smell, huh?"

Upon hearing their exchange, a school leader laughed and said, then, intentionally or not, glanced at Sun Bo.

Not only the school leaders, but the students in the audience also sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

Just then, the countdown ended.

As soon as it ended, Sun Tong swept his hand, and five flying knives instantly coalesced into one, shooting toward Jiang Cheng's heart with lightning speed.

"Good heavens!"

"Oh my god!"

In the lounge, a burst of exclamations erupted.

Even Yao Jun, Lin Ziwei, and the others saw their smiles fade, their expressions turning serious.

They never expected that Sun Tong would go all out right from the start!

The five flying knives, when combined, equaled the strongest strike of five times a Level Ten Force Warrior; an ordinary Level Ten Force Warrior could not possibly block it!

Either dodge, or be instantly killed.

"It seems true to what Professor Sun said; Professor Jiang Cheng will stop here."

"Professor Sun's strength is greater than in the last Grand Competition; it looks like he really has a chance to make the top ten this time."

"It's a pity, but with Professor Jiang Cheng's ability, getting this far is already fine; in a few years, once his strength grows further, his performance should be much better than this time."

Many thought to themselves.

However, in the very next second, something unexpected happened.

Jiang Cheng likewise swept his hand, and five steel needles shot out, likewise merging into one, just like the opponent's flying knives.

"What!"

Sun Tong widened his eyes and let out an exclamation.

"Clang!"

A clear ring.

The steel needle and the flying knife collided, and afterward both were shaken apart, scattering in all directions.

"How is that possible!"

Sun Tong stared fixedly at Jiang Cheng.

"A mere first-level Spirit Master's skill with psychic weapons is actually on par with his, a fifth-level Spirit Master?"

"How could this be!"

Not only him, but everyone watching outside, including President Xu Juan, couldn't believe it.

They all widened their eyes, their breaths seemingly halted.

Jiang Cheng wasted no words, using his spiritual power to gather the five steel needles together before shooting them again at his opponent.

"Preposterous!"

Sun Tong was enraged.

"Head-on?"

"When it comes to going head-on, he's never feared anyone!"

Instantly, the five flying knives also merged into one, flying toward the incoming steel needles.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The violent impact sounds continuously emanated from the screen, echoing in the otherwise silent venue.

Students and teachers alike were all stunned.

They never imagined that Jiang Cheng could actually trade blows with Sun Tong.

"He's, he's just too strong..."

Xie Jianfeng's mouth opened wide enough to hold a basket of eggs.

If Jiang Cheng were swapped for him, he'd likely be taken out by Sun Tong the moment he stepped onto the stage; there's nothing he can do—the combined power of five flying knives gathered together is something he definitely couldn't block, and dodging is even less possible.

As a result, Jiang Cheng also pulled out five steel needles with his backhand—this is something a first-level spirit master can do? Even a deputy captain couldn't manage that.

If Xie Jianfeng was merely shocked, then everyone in the lounge felt not only shock but also fear—not just masters below fifth level, but even other fifth-level masters and sixth-level masters felt a hint of pressure.

Because they clearly remembered that in the previous match, Jiang Cheng had used only four steel needles—one more than in the first match.

As a result, in this match Jiang Cheng actually used one more steel needle than in the previous match!

So is there a possibility that he could use yet another one?

If that's the case, theoretically speaking, not only could he make it to the finals round, but even reaching the top ten or even the top five would be possible.

Of course, Sun Tong is no pushover either; whether Jiang Cheng can make it to the finals round also depends on his upcoming performance.

On the stage, the collision sounds continued.

However, the intervals between collisions grew longer, and the sounds they produced also weakened.

After all, simultaneously controlling five psychic weapons consumes spiritual power on a completely different scale compared to controlling one or two.

Moreover, having all five psychic weapons concentrated together.

Therefore, for both Jiang Cheng and Sun Tong, the spiritual power left in their minds at this moment is barely any.

At that moment, a glint flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes as he gripped his battle sword and charged straight at his opponent.

!!!

All the spectators widened their eyes once again.

Is this going to be close combat?

That's right—everyone's spiritual power has an upper limit; to recover, one must meditate, but in the midst of battle the opponent simply won't give that chance.

"Oh no."

Sun Tong's face changed.

He also hadn't expected that he truly couldn't defeat his opponent with psychic weapons.

Then what comes next is close combat.

For him, who is accustomed to using psychic weapons, his swordsmanship isn't particularly high; after all, in past battles, if he ever got to close quarters, he wasn't far from being killed.

But seeing Jiang Cheng already charging forward, he had no choice but to grip his weapon tightly and meet him in combat.

"Just a first-level grandmaster—how formidable could his swordsmanship possibly be? Even if my swordsmanship isn't as good as psychic weapons, defeating him would still be a piece of cake." This thought rose in Sun Tong's mind; he finally hesitated no longer, gripped his sword, and went forward to meet him.

(End of chapter)