Eliminating Mo Wen

The top thirty-two students stepped onto the square simultaneously for a chaotic duel, and the five students who remained in the end would be considered the top five in this inner courtyard trial.

Lu Yunxiao wasn't sure who had changed this rule, but it didn't bode well for him. Originally, securing the first place in one-on-one duels would have been relatively easy for him. However, this new rule added significant complexity to the situation.

In this chaotic battle, anything could happen. It wasn't solely a test of strength; luck played a role as well. A strong student might be targeted by several ordinary ones and eliminated from the field early on.

It was often said that two fists were better than one. This held true in this case. If Lu Yunxiao were a master of battle, he could easily sweep the other thirty-one participants. However, he wasn't, so he needed to be cautious in this upcoming battle.

"Please enter!" The referee's voice rang out, and Lu Yunxiao and the others entered the square one by one.

With thirty-two people packed densely, the previously empty square suddenly came to life.

"Go, Yunxiao!"

"Yunxiao, you've got this!"

The cheers from numerous female students echoed off the field, drowning out the voices of other participants.

In terms of popularity, Lu Yunxiao was currently unmatched and left no room for competition.

On the square, Lu Yunxiao stood alone within a three-meter radius. Many students kept their distance, gazing at him with envious eyes.

Four other students enjoyed the same treatment: Lu Feng, Chen Yu, Li Cheng, and Zhao Guangyun. They were the other four masters of the Outer Academy and, along with Lu Yunxiao, were now recognized as the top five experts.

As the top five, Lu Yunxiao and the others were naturally isolated by their peers. Everyone wanted to be in the top five, and to achieve that, they first had to defeat Lu Yunxiao and the others.

The five of them had essentially become thorns in the sides of others, targets to be eliminated first.

Many students had already formed teams, hoping to gain an advantage through numbers.

"I suggest that we, the four of us, unite and eliminate the others first," a young man in blue robes suggested softly. His name was Lu Feng, a five-star wind power master and one of the original four masters of the outer courtyard.

"No objections."

"Agreed."

"Sounds good."

Chen Yu, Li Cheng, and Zhao Guangyun readily consented. This was in line with their wishes.

After gaining the support of the others, Lu Feng's gaze shifted to Lu Yunxiao.

"I'm fine with it." Lu Yunxiao shrugged. He didn't mind relaxing a bit if it was possible.

"Excellent. Then let's cooperate effectively." Lu Feng smiled. With the five of them working together, they could easily overwhelm the other students present.

"These people are actually forming an alliance?" Hu muttered from the stands, his mouth twitching. He had anticipated a thrilling melee but didn't expect this outcome.

He wanted to see an exciting clash, but was this the result?

These five had not only refrained from fighting amongst themselves but also joined forces. It was far from what he had expected.

"Making a show of themselves, they're really quite naive. How can the strong field allow the weak to intervene? If it were me, I'd have a showdown with Lu Yunxiao as well."

"The top five should only be worthy of those who truly possess strength. Are the others qualified? They are not."

Hu Jia crossed her arms, her expression serious.

"While that might be true, the final format of the melee is fine. After all, it simulates real battles. You don't always encounter just one opponent. The melee tests not only strength but also mental agility, reflexes, and communication skills, among other factors. It's a more comprehensive and effective evaluation."

"In this way, it's more akin to real combat, and it serves as better training."

"These five youngsters are quite clever. They know when to put their pride aside and cooperate effectively."

Dry Hu stroked his beard, speaking with a serious expression.

"An excuse for making a mistake," Hu Jia retorted, uninterested in debating further.

"Damn it!" On the square, Mo Wen wore a grim expression and silently cursed his misfortune. He hadn't expected Lu Yunxiao and the others to form an alliance, which completely disrupted his plans.

"Let the games begin!" At that moment, the referee's voice announced the start of the melee.

Lu Yunxiao and the other five exchanged glances and converged on a single spot. They acted in unison, targeting a small group of students.

Under Lu Yunxiao's guidance, this group happened to be Mo Wen's team.

"Damn it!" Mo Wen's face turned green as he realized that Lu Yunxiao and the others had chosen to start with him. There were seven or eight members in Mo Wen's team, and all of them were three-star fighters. Their combined strength was formidable.

However, it was still insufficient to challenge Lu Yunxiao and the other four.

Lu Feng and his team directly engaged Mo Wen's teammates, while Lu Yunxiao shimmered with silver-white light, thrusting his sword at Mo Wen.

"Pathetic!" With this sword, Lu Yunxiao's speed forced Mo Wen to retreat several steps.

"Lu Yunxiao, we don't have any deep-seated enmity, why are you targeting me first?" Mo Wen couldn't help but speak, his face a picture of despair.

"Really? Didn't you secretly manipulate things in the fourth Profound Order class?" Lu Yunxiao's voice was cold as he thrust his sword once more.

"How did you know?" Mo Wen's face changed drastically. He had kept his actions very discreet; how could Lu Yunxiao know about them?

"If you don't want others to know, then don't do such things," Lu Yunxiao retorted coldly, slashing his sword. His star spirit gold sword gleamed as he attacked Mo Wen with the technique of turning a sword into silk.

"Damn it!" Mo Wen struggled to resist but was repeatedly forced back by Lu Yunxiao.

"Laughing Wailing, Star Sword Strike!" Lu Yunxiao shouted, and his star spirit gold sword exuded an ethereal radiance as it struck at Mo Wen with a piercing edge.

"Xuandao Strike!" Mo Wen gritted his teeth and countered with his own blade.

"Boom!" The sword lights clashed, and Lu Yunxiao's star spirit gold blade sliced through Mo Wen's scimitar in mid-air before landing on Mo Wen's battle armor.