Chapter 685

Zhao Chi's principle was: if there must be a duel, it must be a fight to the death—no survivors.

Jiang Die's pretty face frosted over with anger, glaring at Zhao Chi without speaking.

Zhao Chi sent over the duel agreement template he had long since drafted.

"Jiang Die, if you truly want to duel, sign this life-and-death pact. It has nothing to do with either family—only the two of us. The winner takes all, may dispose of the loser however they wish, enslavement or killing, as they please, and the families may not interfere."

Jiang Die stared at the system document in astonishment.

Every clause on the document was extreme.

It had already defined this kind of duel as a small-scale war.

Zhao Chi already had his signature on it, just waiting for Jiang Die to sign.

She felt her spirits were indeed very strong, and her semifinal loss to Zhao Chi earlier had been a real shame.

But if she were to fight Zhao Chi to the death, she still hesitated.

After all, the barefooted fear not the shod.

Jiang Die's family was prominent, a great clan among commoners.

There was no need to throw herself into a real life-and-death duel over a momentary fit of pique.

"Dammit…" Jiang Die cursed under her breath. "Dream on! You want to gamble small for a big win? I won't give you that chance!"

Jiang Die shouted, her face flushed red.

Though her voice was loud, her meaning was crystal clear—she wouldn't sign!

Zhao Chi snorted. "Not brave enough to sign, yet so loud? Go stand quietly to the side! Vanquished foe!"

"You… hmph!" Jiang Die was furious, but she truly didn't dare sign.

Her presence was naturally weakened by a large margin.

She could only say hatefully: "Zhao Chi, don't get cocky. Our two academies still have matches to play later—those are competitive matches, where blood will be drawn. Just you wait!"

Zhao Chi asked: "Jiang Die, I heard you were first place in your Seventh Academy's entrance test? If even you aren't my match, the others are even less so. Who do you want me to wait for? Waiting for you?"

Jiang Die fell silent.

She only stared at Zhao Chi in fury.

Her eye rims seemed to redden slightly.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Chi paid her no more attention.

Lang Hu, however, felt a touch of emotion.

They had all watched Jiang Die and Zhao Chi's battle.

Her spirits' ranged attacks were indeed extremely powerful.

They had also inflicted heavy casualties on Zhao Chi's army.

Without Qiyue's explosive output, the outcome might truly have been uncertain.

Although Zhao Chi hadn't committed 100% of his strength, objectively speaking, Jiang Die truly possessed the strength of the New Overlord's first place—and it was genuine, hard-earned strength.

It was no surprise she had claimed first place among New Overlords in the Seventh Academy.

But in Zhao Chi's mouth, such a powerful Jiang Die was merely a vanquished foe.

Lang Hu didn't know what to say either.

But that Zhao Chi could win still made him very happy.

After all, Zhao Chi represented the Eighth Academy's first place; defeating the Seventh Academy's first place was naturally a good thing.

At this point, everyone else had arrived.

Except Yuan Zhao, who was still absent.

The host had also arrived.

As he raised his palm, a high platform rose in the center.

The numbers 1 through 10 also appeared on the ground.

The host smiled: "Alright, everyone please stand on your corresponding position and wait in order for the awards."

The contestants hurried to find and stand on their corresponding numbers.

Zhao Chi stood on number 1, with number 2 beside him empty.

Even though Yuan Zhao had forfeited, he was still second place—his result would not be canceled.

Seeing the contestants were already in position, the host smiled: "Everyone took their places very quickly—seems you all want to receive your awards quickly. Next, let's invite the representatives of each village to the stage to present the awards!"

Immediately after, one person from each of the five villages appeared.

The one from Stream Village was Xiao Xiao Qiqian.

Having been furiously scolded by Zhao Chi not long ago, his lingering anger had not yet faded; he glared at Zhao Chi with fury.

The one from Binhu Village was Jiang Xuanye, Jiang Die's uncle.

Passing by Zhao Chi, Jiang Xuanye said in a low voice: "Young man, having sharpness is a good thing, but it's better to keep it more restrained."

Zhao Chi turned his head to look at him, but he had already walked away.

Jiang Xuanye hadn't said anything excessive, so Zhao Chi had no need to retort.

The one from North Flow Village was Lu Lu Hongyan, Lu Yi's uncle.

Originally, the North Flow Village representative should have been the Yuan family.

But Yuan Zhao had directly forfeited, and all the Yuan family members had vanished as well.

So the Lu family took over from the Yuan family and became the representative.

Besides the five village representatives, the military also sent two people.

One was Lieutenant Pang Ze, the other was Second Lieutenant Qin Yun.

The officials also sent two people.

River Valley Town's Mayor Yin Cheng, and Horn Cliff Town's Vice Mayor Zhuo Yi.

There were five Nobles.

The first was the owner of this virtual arena, Gongsun Ning.

And the Noble Du Li, whom he had met twice before.

Zhao Quan was also standing among them, looking rather pleased. It seemed Zhao Chi's victory had put him in a good mood as well.

The remaining two Nobles, Zhao Chi did not recognize.

The Seventh Academy and the Eighth Academy had each also sent one leader.

Both were Vice Principals.

Besides these people, there were two members of an alien race.

All of them wore strange armor and had bizarre appearances.

The two aliens had somewhat protruding mouths and very wide-set eyes.

Their hair was short and stiff.

Their skin looked as if it hadn't been washed in ages, covered entirely in dead skin.

Zhao Chi looked at them and always felt something was off.

But those Nobles were very respectful toward these two aliens, actively stepping aside for them.

The military and the officials were the same.

He hadn't expected this kind of alien race to actually become people above others…

One of the aliens, upon seeing Zhao Chi, split open its large mouth, revealing rows of ghastly teeth: "Not bad, hehe…"

Seeing those sharp teeth, Zhao Chi was reminded of ghouls.

Just not as many teeth as ghouls.

"Zhao Chi, are you deaf? Captain Jingshi is talking to you!"

Du Li glared at Zhao Chi.

Zhao Quan also said: "Zhao Chi, hurry and greet Captain Jingshi."

Damn!

That was the only word Zhao Chi wanted to say.

But there was nothing he could do.

When even Zhao Quan and Du Li said so, how could Zhao Chi resist?

He could only nod: "Thank you, Captain Jingshi."

"No need, hehe…"

Jingshi's large mouth split open, and he laughed twice.