Chapter 61: Conspiracy

If Zhang Hao were given another year and a half, getting into Martial Arts University would not be impossible.

Unfortunately, he realized too late; there is less than a month left until the martial exam.

Lu Jing saw Zhang Hao eager to try, so he didn't say more, just reminded: "Alright, later you be careful, don't show off."

He still felt worried; Ye Shaohua could do nothing to him, and might likely strike at Zhang Hao.

"Lu Jing, I'm going, watch me shine!"

Zhang Hao greeted, took a wooden sword, then jumped onto the platform, ready to challenge.

His opponent was a female student, who assumed a fighting stance, looking at Zhang Hao with a solemn expression.

Lu Jing felt the girl looked somewhat familiar; just then Leng Yueyue beside him said: "That girl is from our class; although her Blood Qi is not as strong as Zhang Hao's, her body technique is very strong."

Her family runs a martial arts hall; she has been practicing martial arts with her parents since childhood, but her talent is not great, and her Blood Qi rises very slowly.

Lu Jing nodded upon hearing that; it seems Zhang Hao's victory won't be easy.

After jumping onto the platform, Zhang Hao flourished his wooden sword, and because it was a no-rules platform match, wooden weapons were allowed.

Zhang Hao confidently smiled: "Little sis, you're not using a weapon? I won't go easy on girls; if you get hurt later, don't cry."

The female opponent had dark skin, a blank expression, and shifting her stance, she charged at Zhang Hao.

"So fierce?"

Zhang Hao startled, stepping back while using his wooden sword to push the opponent away.

After throwing several punches, the girl's attacks were all blocked by Zhang Hao's wooden sword, and she couldn't get close at all.

"Your friend is not bad, knowing to keep distance; if I let my classmate get close, he would surely lose."

Leng Yueyue couldn't help but praise Zhang Hao.

After continuous attacks were blocked by Zhang Hao, the girl grew anxious; in a test of strength she was no match for Zhang Hao, so to win she had to close in and end the fight quickly.

Having made up her mind, the girl feinted with a punch; when Zhang Hao extended his sword to block, she grabbed the blade with her other hand.

The next moment, she lunged forward, elbow striking Zhang Hao's arm.

A flicker of surprise crossed Zhang Hao's eyes; he prepared to withdraw his sword and move sideways, but the wooden sword wouldn't budge.

Having no choice, he abandoned the wooden sword, stepped back one step to let the elbow strike pass.

The girl flung the wooden sword off the platform, giving Zhang Hao no chance to breathe, and punched toward his temple.

That vicious punch startled Zhang Hao; if it landed, he would likely be knocked out directly.

Zhang Hao quickly ducked to avoid it, then sidestepped to create distance.

"Since you're being so ruthless, don't blame me for being merciless!"

The girl ignored Zhang Hao, stomped the ground hard, and charged again.

Zhang Hao narrowed his eyes, unexpectedly not retreating but advancing, tilting his body to crash into her embrace.

Immediately after, he tripped her, and both fell to the ground.

Zhang Hao reacted quickly, taking advantage of her unsteady balance, he sat on her waist and firmly pinned both her hands.

Their position was quite ambiguous, as they kept grappling on the ground.

But Zhang Hao's Blood Qi was a notch higher, his strength somewhat greater; he withstood her attacks and successfully controlled her.

The girl's face flushed red, she struggled to rise, but Zhang Hao's full weight pinned her, leaving her unable to move.

The spectators below stared agape, never expecting Zhang Hao to pull such a move.

"Wow, this brother is really shameless!"

"Using such a despicable move on a girl—does that even count as being a man?"

Lu Jing also shook his head helplessly; Zhang Hao was still smart, knowing he couldn't win with fist and foot techniques, so he directly brought her to the ground.

As long as he could lock her with a grappling technique, even if her fist and foot skills were superb, she couldn't unleash them.

"I surrender," the girl shouted loudly: "Let me go, I surrender!"

The referee hurried onto the platform and separated the two.

"Little sis, I concede."

Looking at the girl with a flushed face, tidying her clothes, Zhang Hao said with a grin.

"Pah, rascal!"

The girl spat at him, then stormed off the platform angrily.

Backstage control room of the sports field.

Li Wu whispered to Ye Shaohua: 'Young master, preparations are complete; the show is about to begin!'

"Hmm."

Ye Shaohua lightly tapped his chin, his eyes cold and sinister.

Afterwards he thought of something else and instructed: 'Since this is a public place, don't cause any deaths, which would be bad for us; just cripple the person.'

Li Wu licked his lips: 'Hmm, don't worry, young master, I've got it under control.'

"Zhang Hao's challenge succeeded; next up is the defense round!"

The referee announced the result and signaled the challenger to come onto the platform.

"I'll step in; I've long disliked him—let me give this brat a good beating!"

"You didn't even sign up—what are you doing up there?"

"......"

In light of Zhang Hao's recent performance, many people stood up, preparing to go up and give him a lesson.

Just then, a youth in black clothing stepped out and jumped directly onto the platform.

Seeing the black-clad youth jump up, Zhang Hao smiled and asked: 'Classmate, you look unfamiliar— which class are you from?'

The black-clad youth didn't answer, clasped his fists, and entered a combat stance.

The competition begins!

Zhang Hao held a wooden sword in his hand, circling around the youth.

Because he didn't know the opponent's attack methods, he dared not attack rashly.

Leng Yueyue offstage wore a strange expression, "Eh, isn't that Wu Fei? How did he get up there?"

Lu Jing, hearing that, felt somewhat doubtful, "What's wrong with this person?"

Yes, this Wu Fei is also a student in our class; last time his Blood Qi was measured at over 13, placing him in the top twenty at school—there's no need for him to participate in the recruitment examination...

Perhaps he changed his mind?

Leng Yueyue shook her head, "Impossible, I was there when registration took place; he simply didn't sign up."

He didn't sign up, but when he went on stage, the referees and review staff didn't stop him...

Lu Jing's expression turned solemn.

It seems this Wu Fei was arranged by Ye Shaohua; only he, as the Supervisor, has the authority to place someone who didn't sign up in there.

What exactly do you want to do?

Lu Jing looked toward the backstage, his eyes narrowing slightly.

On the fighting platform, Zhang Hao and Wu Fei have already engaged in battle.

One wielded a saber, the other a sword; for a moment they were locked in a fierce fight, neither able to gain the upper hand.

But as time passed, Zhang Hao gradually couldn't block the opponent's wooden saber, sustaining several cuts.

Phew~ you're really tough to deal with...

Zhang Hao plunged his wooden sword into the ground, panting as he complained.

His stamina had dwindled to less than twenty percent; the places where he'd been cut burned with pain, making each swing of his sword extremely difficult.

Wu Fei gave Zhang Hao no chance to recover his stamina, rushing forward and slashing with his long saber.