Chapter 624: Dragon, Spirit Root, Corpse

At this moment, Ye Xingli lay scattered on the ground, her starry-glowing hands and feet casually tossed aside, mixed with seven or eight sets of Dharma Skeletons and treasures like the Vacuum Tribulation Diagram, like so much trash on the floor.

"Senior Sister."

Zhang Yu immediately picked up the unconscious Ye Xingli, sensing her empty meridians, not even a trace of magic power or pure yang qi remaining.

"This is..."

In Zhang Yu's mind, the name of Ye Xingli's opponent on the match list appeared.

At the same time, a voice sounded from behind him: "Human, is she your senior sister? Lots of little tricks, but quite durable to dismantle."

"Speaking of which, according to the match list, you are my next opponent, right? I never thought both of you senior and junior siblings would end up in my hands."

Zhang Yu turned and saw a tall figure with a dragon's head and a human body standing behind him, looking down at him.

It was Ying Mingchi, the top student of Tianyao University, who possessed the bloodline of a true dragon.

Looking at those dragon eyes, Zhang Yu said coldly, "That's good, it means I won't have to wait too long."

Ying Mingchi's dragon mouth twitched slightly, seemingly showing an ugly smile: "I think it's good too. You being delivered into my hands should be something countless descendants of demons wish to see."

"Hehe, speaking of which, both of you senior and junior siblings were alike in overflowing confidence and stubborn words before the fight."

With that, he turned around and said indifferently, "See you next week, human."

After glancing at his departing back, Zhang Yu turned back, reattached the Dharma Skeletons to Ye Xingli, and infused magic power.

After a moment, Ye Xingli suddenly woke up, was slightly startled to see Zhang Yu before her, then smiled bitterly: "Looks like I lost badly."

"You'll be facing that dragon in your next match, right?"

As if recalling her own fight, Ye Xingli sighed: "This guy is somewhat my counter, and it seems he's also your counter."

"I'll send you the battle records and footage. Study them carefully."

Zhang Yu browsed through the battle footage, unable to keep from furrowing his brows.

Ye Xingli said: "Besides being able to control the weather, this guy can also control the spiritual energy within a certain range. That's very troublesome for someone like me who consumes a lot of magic power using Dharma Skeletons."

"Also, he can control water and breed a horde of demon beasts in it, and the true dragon bloodline seems to have special applications for controlling demon beasts. You need to be careful..."

Just as Ye Xingli was passing information to Zhang Yu, as the 15 winners and 15 losers arrived one by one, the entire first round came to an end.

Among them, Kuang Tianqing, recognized as the strongest, was the first to defeat his opponent and claim victory.

Other schools' strong fighters like Yan Xiang of Youming, Zang Shenyu of Jingang, Tian Shengong of Xianbing, Mu Qiansi of Hehuan, and Ying Mingchi of Tianyao all spent similar amounts of time defeating their opponents and arrived one after another.

Next came Jiu Tianliu, Yan Qianji, Wen Wuya, and Zhang Yu, all spending about the same time.

However, Bai Zhenzhen took much longer than Zhang Yu had expected, and actually arrived last.

Seeing Bai Zhenzhen land with somewhat weak legs, Zhang Yu hurried over: "Azhen, what's wrong?"

Bai Zhenzhen, her face flushed red, covered her stomach: "Don't come over!"

Zhang Yu stopped and thought to himself: "Is Azhen worried that if she gets too close to me, she'll burst out with sword qi, and then reveal the information that I can adapt to part of her sword qi?"

While speaking, Bai Zhenzhen glared at him fiercely, thinking: "Damn! This feather spiritual root is so restless! A whole week has passed, not only does it jump more, it also seems to be getting bigger."

Although the feather spiritual root kept acting up, causing Bai Zhenzhen occasional stomach pain and weak legs, the enhancements brought by the feather spiritual root secretly delighted Bai Zhenzhen.

Over this week, Bai Zhenzhen felt that every day, her body's various resistances, breathing efficiency, magic power recovery, and even her application of sword techniques and understanding of martial arts were all increasing.

Although the increases were not much, for Bai Zhenzhen, who had already reached her limits in all aspects, every bit of enhancement applied in combat would bring about huge changes and create a despairing gap for her opponents.

"Hmph, if it hadn't acted up during my fight just now, I would have finished my opponent long ago."

When Zhang Yu approached, the feather spiritual root seemed to resonate with Zhang Yu's body and the true spiritual root inside him, jumping increasingly violently, causing Bai Zhenzhen's dantian to cramp in pain.

At the same time, Zhang Yu observed Bai Zhenzhen's appearance and realized: "Has the effect of my feather spiritual root on Azhen not subsided yet?"

Thinking about how the feather spiritual root had adapted to various martial arts, dao arts, and accumulated various set effects on his own body, Zhang Yu thought: "Is it because there have been too many adaptive modifications, causing such strong stimulation?"

"In comparison, I have adapted much more to Azhen's true spiritual root."

But the next moment, Zhang Yu also felt the true spiritual root in his stomach begin to jump, as if pulling him toward Bai Zhenzhen, causing Zhang Yu to suddenly furrow his brows.