Chapter 521: Sure Win?

It's Zou Ping, Teacher Zou!

The male student read out the name on the slip in his hand.

It's Teacher Zou.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief; if it weren't them, that would be good, otherwise, with their strength, they simply couldn't defeat Jiang Cheng.

As for Teacher Zou, he might also be somewhat formidable.

Although he is a Fifth-Level Master, he is a Force Master; facing a Spiritual Master, the pressure is not small.

Jiang Cheng looked toward Zou Ping; he had seen several of the opponent's fights, and even without using psychic weapons, just using swordplay in close combat, he had a chance to win.

Seeing Jiang Cheng's gaze, Zou Ping nodded, appearing calm on the surface but inwardly cursing his fate.

Earlier he had been a little worried, wondering if he would be drawn to face Jiang Cheng.

As it turned out, it really was him…

If it were close combat, he would still be confident, after all, besides swordsmanship, his movement technique is not weak either.

But don't forget, Jiang Cheng can also use psychic weapons, and even use five at once!

If they were separate, he would be confident he could block them with swordsmanship, but if, like Sun Tong, the five psychic weapons were concentrated together…

He could block one or two, but what about five or ten? Unless during that time he could find an opportunity to get close and take down the opponent.

But Jiang Cheng's close-combat ability is not weak; even if he could get close, the fight wouldn't end in a moment.

No matter how you look at it, there seems to be no hope of winning.

Thinking this, Zou Ping let out a sigh.

This was not just him; many people present saw it as well.

Teacher Jiang should be able to advance to the next round. In the audience, Xie Jianfeng said softly.

Upon hearing this, Yu Yang and the other two exchanged glances.

As for Zou Ping, they naturally knew he was very formidable; in reality, even ten or a hundred Jiang Chengs together would not be his match.

But here, in the Academy Grand Competition, when both combatants' realms are compressed to Level 10, Jiang Cheng's advantage will only grow greater.

Cough.

That said, Di Yun still gave a light cough and said, "We'd better not pop the champagne halfway through, but speaking of it, with Brother Jiang's strength, as long as we stay steady and don't get careless, the odds of advancing are still high."

Yes, yes.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jianfeng quickly nodded.

However, he believes Jiang Cheng is not the type to easily become arrogant and complacent, and will still take the upcoming opponents seriously.

After a few more minutes, the balls in the box were all drawn out; aside from Lin Ziwei and Wang Jie, everyone else either went to the audience seats or returned backstage, quietly waiting for their matches to begin.

Teacher Lin, please advise.

On the screen, Wang Jie clasped his hands toward Lin Ziwei.

Teacher Wang, please advise.

Lin Ziwei smiled slightly.

Wang Jie sighed inwardly.

In reality, he would love to have more chances to be alone with Lin Ziwei, rather than being her competitor in the Grand Competition as now.

Just then, the countdown ended.

Wang Jie did not rush to charge; after all, everyone knows he will charge forward, so he approached steadily, waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing this, Lin Ziwei waved her hand, and an ice cone shot toward him.

Wang Jie, quick-eyed and quick-handed, flashed to the side and dodged the ice cone.

But before he could steady his footing, two more ice cones came from left and right, flying faster than the first by a margin.

Wang Jie flashed to the left, dodging the ice cone flying from the right, and at the same time swung his long sword, shattering the ice cone that had flown in front of him.

However, having just done that, four more ice cones flew from ahead, even faster than before!

Wang Jie gave a wry smile; he was not surprised by this scene.

Such Force Masters who follow the energy path are like this: if you don't get close, they will unleash a ceaseless barrage of attacks until you are hit.

Fortunately, he also isn't without hidden tricks.

The next second, he bent his legs and sprang straight toward the four ice cones.

!!!

Seeing this, the students in the audience all held their breath.

Is Teacher Wang gone mad?

He actually charged straight at the ice cones!

Isn't that courting death?

However, keen observers could see that Wang Jie's speed was a bit greater than before, especially when encountering the ice cones; his body assumed a strange posture, and because of that posture he grazed past the four ice cones, not only avoiding attack but also halving the distance between them.

Good movement technique.

Lin Ziwei exclaimed in admiration, seeing Wang Jie about to rush before her, yet showing no intention to retreat; she saw her hands form seals, and an ice wall two to three meters high appeared before Wang Jie.

!!!

Wang Jie was greatly startled; this ice wall appeared too fast, and it was right on his necessary path; even with his movement skill, there was no time to dodge now, seeing that he was about to crash into it, he could only grip his long sword tightly and slash upward.

Peng!

A loud boom.

The ice wall was cut with a large gap, fragments flying everywhere.

A somewhat embarrassed figure leapt out from the gap, but at that moment, seven or eight ice cones arrived instantly.

Wang Jie let out a loud shout, swinging his long sword to the utmost; in that instant of rushing out, he had anticipated this scene, for if he were the opponent, he would also choose to act at that moment.

But thinking of it is one thing, whether it can be avoided is another; therefore, he could only do his best.

Only hearing a few clangs, three or four ice spikes were shattered by him, unable to injure him, but the remaining ice spikes all pierced his body; in an instant, blood spattered, waves of pain nearly made him cry out.

"Teacher Wang!"

"Teacher Wang......"

The people on stage, seeing this scene, all showed looks of sympathy.

Too horrible.

Those ice spikes were each palm-length and as thick as two fingers; even just one piercing the body would be excruciatingly painful.

Wang Jie lowered the long blade in his hand, gave a bitter smile toward Lin Ziwei not far away, and said, "Thank you, Teacher Lin, for showing mercy."

Those few ice spikes embedded in his body, if Lin Ziwei wished, could easily have been driven into his head, eyes, or other vital spots; then how could he possibly still be standing here speaking as he is now?

But the opponent did not do so; the attacks were only on his torso and arms, clearly because, although this is the Virtual World, the pain sensation is 100%, hence the mercy.

"Teacher Wang, you're being polite."

Lin Ziwei smiled and said, "I accept your concession, Teacher Wang."

(End of chapter)