Chapter 39 - Dig it up for me

  Xu Jun narrowed his eyes slightly.

  Deng Le's long stick was not provided by the organizer, but his own exclusive weapon.

  This weapon... is poisonous!

  I don't know what material is coated on it, the reflection is particularly obvious.

  Once it is swung, under the countless lights of the main martial arts venue, countless dazzling lights suddenly burst out.

  The audience in the audience will only feel that it is full of brilliance, dazzling and very interesting.

  However, those who fight with Deng Le will never think so.

  The countless dazzling lights actually carry a strange pressure, making Xu Jun's eyelids seem to be slightly numb and painful. There are

  thousands of martial arts in the world, each with different mysteries.

  This is the first time Xu Jun has encountered such a situation.

  If it is really a novice, even if the strength is above the opponent, it will be a while to be in a mess.

  But Xu Jun is different, it is really different.

  He does not have much experience in sparring with others, especially fighting with innate-level warriors, his experience is even less.

  However, the little Xu Jun in the other world is different.

  He has an innate sparring partner every day. Although he is beaten by the little guy and complains bitterly, he is still willing to work hard and enjoy it.

  Therefore, little Xu Jun not only has no lack of experience, but is also very rich, too rich.

  Then, Xu Jun is the same!

  So Xu Jun closed his eyes.

  With his sword heart clear, every move of Deng Le was under his observation. The seemingly endless shadows of the sticks and the reflected light were no longer mysterious.

  Xu Jun's blood was surging, and he had the urge to go all out.

  Ten rings formed a gang, then swung Deng Le's long stick and stabbed his throat with a sword.

  Deng Le, who was rushing up, suddenly felt a strong and indescribable sense of panic.

  It was as if an incomparable terrifying demon had set its sights on him and wanted to devour him.

  As an innate warrior, he already has a certain sixth sense, especially when he is about to encounter danger, he will have such a feeling more or less.

  It's like the feeling of small animals in the animal kingdom when they are stared at by their natural enemies.

  He tried his best to overcome the fear in his heart, but when he attacked, he was inevitably slow. The long stick was no longer able to attack with all his strength, but instead retained some strength, ready to switch from attack to defense at any time.

  "Clang..."

  With a flash of light in front of his eyes, Xu Jun finally drew his sword.

  Between the countless stick shadows and the light, there was suddenly a touch of white light.

  This light was not eye-catching, like a small boat in the stormy waves, as if it could only barely maintain its balance.

  It seemed that as long as the stick shadow was a little stronger, it could completely shatter this light at any time.

  Below the ring, a thin middle-aged man watched silently.

  His brows suddenly frowned, and he said, "This Xu Jun looks quite young."

  A man in his thirties beside him whispered, "Principal, I checked the information. Xu Jun is a student, and he is in his third year of high school this year."

  "He is still a student?"

  This man was Wang Daxuan, the principal of Zixia City No. 1 Middle School, and the only immortal-level principal in the Zixia City education system.

  Although he was only a part-time and nominal principal, and never handled official business, this identity belonged to him.

  Next to him was his secretary, his nephew Wang Yiling.

  Wang Yiling glanced at the field, but immediately retracted his gaze, because he simply couldn't understand who had the upper hand: "Yes, he is a senior student at No. 3 Middle School."

  Nodding slightly, Wang Daxuan smiled and said, "How come such a good seedling fell into the hands of No. 3 Middle School again? Alas, those guys in the admissions office are really useless."

  Wang Yiling immediately shut his mouth and pretended not to hear.

  Wang Daxuan thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Go and make arrangements to see if this kid is interested in studying at our school."

  Slightly startled, Wang Yiling said, "Yes, Principal, do we need to use the funds under special terms?"   

  In order to become stronger, the school has to recruit people from outside.

  Whether it is a teacher or a student, as long as it is beneficial to him, Wang Daxuan will never be stingy or polite.

  However, generally speaking, the senior high school students from other schools are no longer worth their efforts.

  Because this is too ugly.

  Moreover, the difficulty of recruiting a senior high school student is very different from that of tempting a kid who has just finished the high school entrance examination.

  If you want the other party to come willingly, ordinary conditions will definitely not work.

  Wang Daxuan pondered for a moment and said, "Tell them that the conditions within one million are free to set."

  "Yes."

  Wang Yiling glanced at the ring again, but he couldn't tell that the kid was worth one million.

  He was able to hold on to Deng Le's hands for so long without being beaten to death by a stick. He really has some skills, and he may even be promoted to the Xiantian level.

  But, does their No. 1 Middle School lack Xiantian-level students?

  Really not.

  The number of Xiantian-level students in No. 1 Middle School has exceeded ten.

  They all come from wealthy families, and the martial arts resources they have obtained since childhood are unimaginable to ordinary people.

  Although such a way of cultivation has some negative effects on the final path to the sky, innateness is innateness, and these people are likely to be admitted to the top ten colleges.

  Moreover, the real trump card of their No. 1 Middle School is the students of the immortal cultivators.

  Although this year is a little different and there were some small accidents.

  But the foundation of No. 1 Middle School is definitely not comparable to that of No. 3 Middle School.

  If it weren't for the principal's order, Wang Yiling would never worry about this matter.

  On the ring, Xu Jun didn't know that he was targeted by a big guy because of his appearance this time.

  He waved his long sword and pulled Deng Le's long stick like a monkey.

  It seems that Xu Jun's situation is precarious, but in fact, Deng Le has been complaining for a long time.

  He seemed to be trapped in an invisible big net, and even if he tried his best, he couldn't get rid of it. He

  wanted to jump out of the circle several times, but a vague sense of crisis always filled his heart, so he didn't dare to do such irrational behavior.

  Suddenly, Deng Le heard the voice from his opponent.

  "290, 291, 292..."

  What is Xu Jun doing?

  Is there still time to count?

  Suddenly, an idea came to Deng Le's mind.

  No way!

  Just when he was so angry that he was about to die, Xu Jun finally counted to "300".

  "Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

  A continuous sound of swords suddenly rang out among the countless sticks.

  Deng Le's figure stagnated, and he felt that the blood and qi in his body suddenly surged, as if he was no longer under his control.

  Then, he loosened his hand and the long stick flew into the sky.

  When the sword light flashed in front of him, Xu Jun took three steps back and stood with his sword.

  But there was a hole in Deng Le's chest.

  "Thunder Martial Arts School, Xu Jun won."

  There was an uproar in the audience.

  Wang Daxuan suddenly laughed and said, "Interesting kid, Yiling."

  "Here."

  "Tell them to increase their efforts and dig them out for me within three hundred... no, five million."

  "Ah, yes, principal."

  (End of this chapter)