Chapter 1077: Seven-Star Battle Record

Chen Zhu Xuan has lost!

This news caused an enormous stir in the arena, with countless gazes revealing shock—after all, Chen Zhu Xuan had broken through to Xiao Tian Xiang Jing on the spot, a strength that absolutely placed him among the very top tier of students across all the Holy Academies.

Apart from the three titled students of Extreme Thunder Holy Academy, Sacred Marsh Academy, and Sacred Moon Academy who had condensed Void Imprints at Xiao Tian Xiang Jing, no student from any other Holy Academy could surpass him.

Yet even so, Chen Zhu Xuan still lost.

He was defeated beneath Li Luo's utterly devastating sword-light of dragon fangs.

Such combat power was truly terrifying.

On the ring-shaped viewing platform, the teams of the various Holy Academies wore expressions of disbelief, the uproar unceasing.

And Gao Xuhan of Sacred Marsh Academy, Gu Jing of Extreme Thunder Holy Academy, and Tong Yan of Sacred Moon Academy—these three titled students who looked down on all others within the arena—were also staring at that battle stage, their expressions gradually shifting from casual indifference at the start to a certain Solemn gravity.

Previously, although Li Luo had cut his way through round after round, the opponents he had defeated were merely those at seven or eight-star Tian Zhu Jing, and such intensity of battle held nothing worth taking seriously in the eyes of Gao Xuhan and the other two.

But this current match was different.

Chen Zhu Xuan's on-the-spot breakthrough to Xiao Tian Xiang Jing, although he had yet to condense a "Tian Xiang Jin Yin," meant his strength still vastly surpassed eight-star Tian Zhu Jing.

Although Li Luo's final strike had caught Chen Zhu Xuan off guard through a "technique-within-a-technique" method, being able to fuse two Marquis-level techniques so perfectly also proved from another angle that Li Luo's mastery of these two Marquis-level techniques was quite profound.

Moreover, that sword-light seemed to carry a biting chill beyond imagination.

But saying all this is useless—after this battle, Li Luo's momentum can be considered to have risen completely; the wild claim he had made earlier about representing Sheng Zhu Xuan Xing Academy to seize a first-class quota—at this point, probably no one could laugh at it anymore.

Even Gao Xuhan and the other two cast aside their initial dismissiveness and mockery, beginning to truly regard Li Luo as an opponent of comparable standing.

Yet this shift also left the three of them secretly a little uncomfortable inside, because in terms of academy year, Li Luo was currently only a third-year, while they were titled students of their respective academies.

In terms of academy-year seniority, the two sides differed by nearly two years.

If someone had told them before that they would encounter a third-year student at the academy-year review who would pose them no small threat, they would probably have thought that person was a fool—after all, such a monster, let alone in the Holy Academies, was exceedingly rare even within the Ancient Academies.

Yet this person had unexpectedly appeared, and moreover within a Holy Academy of Outer Shenzhou.

At this moment, the only thing Gao Xuhan and the other two could do was to spare no effort to block Li Luo before the first-class quota, because they did not wish to become stepping stones for Li Luo's ascent.

The future Li Luo might achieve great things, but at least for now... in Li Luo's eyes, they were still genuine roadblocks.

And as the viewing platform erupted into tremendous shock over Chen Zhu Xuan's defeat, Li Luo's figure within the arena also slowly descended toward the position where Lu Ming and the others were.

At this moment, the team of Spirit Blade Holy Academy all had pale faces—originally they had already pushed Lu Ming's group into a steady retreat, and even the first and second-year teammates on the opposing side had been eliminated at the very first encounter, but Deng Zhu and Lu Ming had performed with extreme tenacity, especially Deng Zhu, who, relying on the powerful defense of his Earth Aspect, though beaten black and blue, had gritted his teeth and persevered throughout.

And now, with Chen Zhu Xuan defeated, Li Luo was able to free his hands to come over—this turn of events would undoubtedly reverse the situation directly.

"Li Luo, you're way too amazing!"

And compared to the panic on Spirit Blade Holy Academy's side, Lu Ming was overjoyed beyond measure; she glanced at the grievously wounded and unconscious Chen Zhu Xuan, suppressed the shock in her heart, and beamed at Li Luo.

Her risky investment this time had undoubtedly paid off.

Deng Zhu beside her also regarded Li Luo with curiosity and awe.

Li Luo smiled at the two of them, then he did not show any courtesy to the Spirit Blade Holy Academy team either, directly pulling out the Sky Dragon Sun-Chasing Bow; the bowstring trembled, and one after another incomparably fierce light-arrows pierced the air, streaking across the sky like meteors.

Thus the Spirit Blade Holy Academy team was sent off one by one by him in rapid succession, until only the captain whose strength had reached seven-star Tian Zhu Jing remained, still struggling to hold on.

But such perseverance clearly held no meaning whatsoever before Li Luo at this point, and so barely a minute later, everyone else in the arena was cleanly swept out by Li Luo.

Thus, only Li Luo and the two representing Tian Huo Holy Academy—Deng Zhu and Lu Ming—remained in the arena.

Deng Zhu stared at Li Luo's chicken-slaughtering speed of clearing the field, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and quietly said to Lu Ming: "Is this motherf***er really a third-year student?"

If you told me this was some freak who came out of the Tian Xing year of an Ancient Academy, I'd believe it!

Lu Ming sighed; she gazed at that figure drawing the bow and shooting arrows, exuding an extremely fierce and domineering presence, and likewise found it somewhat unimaginable—only a little over a year had passed since they last met, yet Li Luo had already far surpassed her.

And at this moment, as the clearing was complete, a judge's deep and resonant voice descended from the heavens.

"Battle Stage Nine, ultimate victor—Sheng Zhu Xuan Xing Academy, Tian Huo Holy Academy!"

"We won!"

Lu Ming's pretty face was brimming with excitement—originally their side had little chance in this match, but because of Li Luo's presence, they had forcibly secured a victory.

"Li Luo, thanks a lot!" Lu Ming said to Li Luo with a beaming smile.

Li Luo also smiled and waved his hand, saying: "I still have to thank you two for helping me hold off Spirit Blade Holy Academy and the others; otherwise I would have found it hard to focus on fighting Chen Zhu Xuan."

"Keep at it—you can definitely represent Sheng Zhu Xuan Xing Academy to claim a first-class quota, and when the time comes, make those Inner Shenzhou Holy Academies with their snobbish eyes never dare look down on our Outer Shenzhou again!" Lu Ming said with a charming laugh.

"I'll take your lucky words," Li Luo nodded.

This was not the time for chatting, so after only a brief exchange between the two sides, light rose up, wrapping them and shooting them out of the battle stage.

Li Luo landed on Sheng Zhu Xuan Xing Academy's side.

The moment he landed, he saw Instructor Xi Chan gazing at him without so much as a blink of her bright, beautiful eyes.

"It seems we're getting closer and closer to a first-class quota?" Although Xi Chan was wearing a veil, Li Luo seemed to still be able to see her red lips curving slightly upward—clearly in an excellent mood.

"Looks like the instructor is finally starting to believe me? Before this, you must have had the attitude of treating a dead horse as if it were still alive, right?" Li Luo sighed and said.

Instructor Xi Chan smiled faintly and said: "To express my apology, once this matter is accomplished and we return, I'll have Vice-Dean Su Xin erect a statue for you at the academy to commemorate your merit."

Li Luo's spirits lifted, and he said: "Best to also have Seeing Yu Lang, Qin Qin Zhulu and the others go bow and pay respects at the statue every day!"

Instructor Xi Chan could only give him a very alluring roll of the eyes.

But it could also be seen that, with Li Luo's victory this time, Instructor Xi Chan had finally set down some of her tension and begun to have expectations—because the strength Li Luo had displayed meant that the first-class quota no longer seemed entirely out of reach.

The intense matches continued thereafter.

After half a shichen of rest, Li Luo welcomed a new lot-drawing, but the subsequent few matches were unremarkable—the opponents he encountered were not stronger than Chen Zhu Xuan.

Thus Li Luo, representing Sheng Zhu Xuan Xing Academy, secured an easy victory.

Later on, Li Luo won three more matches in a row.

And at this point, the results among the various academies also gradually became clear and began to pull apart—among them, four academy squads had advanced into the first tier, all having achieved seven consecutive victories.

Of these four squads, three came from Inner Shenzhou's Holy Academies—they were familiar faces, taking turns dominating the first-class quotas of the academy-year review in past years.

And what made the expressions of the entire audience most complicated was that fourth squad.

No—strictly speaking, it could no longer be called a squad, because there was no squad represented by only one person.

The fourth team was naturally Li Luo's representing the Sacred Mystery Star Academy.

When the referee announced that four teams had achieved Seven-Star records, the audience suddenly fell silent, for everyone knew that, according to past rules, when the rankings became clear, the long-awaited finals would soon arrive.