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As an outsider, Ling Yan directly pulled all of the martial artists off the arena. This action of his could be said to be in violation of the Crimson Nimbus Guild's secret rules in the arena.

At that time, the chief examiner hadn't said what the people outside had to follow. It was only because most of them understood it in their hearts.

And if they violated the rules related to the arena of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School, they would be disqualified from the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's exam on the spot!

Naturally, he did not know the rules related to the arena, but even if he did, he would still drag Pu Dong down. Pu Dong's tough words were his business, but seeing his friend being trampled over like this, he would definitely not stand by!

Although Ling Yan didn't say it out loud, and often detested this bastard, he still acknowledged him from the bottom of his heart. After all, his nature wasn't bad, and he had gone overboard for him.

However, just when the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's examiner had a cold expression and was about to announce something, his complexion suddenly changed. He heard a sound transmission and immediately, the originally slightly opened mouth of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's examiner quietly shut up.

After Ling Yan pulled Pu Dong off the stage, he was about to send him to the clinic. Pu Dong looked severely injured, his arms were broken, and his body had lost too much blood. His face was extremely pale.

Whether it was an ordinary person or a martial artist, losing too much blood would be a great harm to their body.

"Cough cough, big brother, I'm fine, that brat is just a milk baby, he doesn't have any strength at all! Young Master Dong vomited some blood.

He extended his hand to stop Ling Yan from sending him to the infirmary. Due to the injuries caused by his words, he coughed a few times and continued, "This injury is nothing to me, young master Dong! There is no need to go through so much trouble! "Hurry up and go fight, it's your turn."

If Ling Yan were to send Pu Dong to the clinic this time, he would definitely miss the match.

Thinking for a moment, Pu Dong took out a jade white porcelain bottle from his bosom. He poured out a round, sparkling pill from within. His eyes showed some reluctance, but he swallowed it in the next second without any hesitation.

As soon as he took it out, it was filled with a refreshing fragrance that made people feel relaxed and happy. It was easy to tell that this pill was of the highest quality.

Sure enough, after eating it, Pu Dong's complexion immediately became much better, and it wasn't that difficult for him to stand up again.

Pu Dong waved his hand towards Ling Yan, indicating that he was fine. However, a trace of loneliness still flashed across his face.

If he failed, then he would no longer have the fortune to enter Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

"Alright, big brother, it's your turn. Quickly go up." Pu Dong adjusted his mental state and squeezed out a smile as he spoke to Ling Yan.

"Pan Xing, leave it to me!"

Ling Yan looked deeply into Pu Dong's eyes as he solemnly said this. Then, with a cold expression, he walked onto the stage.

"Big brother, don't force him, he …" Pu Dong worriedly asked, but was interrupted by Ling Yan with a wave of his hand.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

The moment Pan Xing kicked Pu Dong away, the battle had actually ended. However, just as Pu Dong was about to fall off the stage, Pan Xing used his Human Stage Mid Rank Movement Technique to catch up with Pu Dong's flying figure. He forcefully stopped Pu Dong's momentum with a stomp, and then toyed with him!

Most people assumed it was Pan Xing's moves. However, in Ling Yan's eyes, he saw a slight pause in Pan Xing's chain of attacks. He assumed that the reason Pan Xing decided to use his movement technique to catch up with Pu Dong and stop him from falling off the stage was to play with him.

Pan Xing thought that Pu Dong was the helper that Ling Yan had hired. If he crippled Pu Dong first, it would be a huge blow to Ling Yan's morale!

So what if his willpower was outstanding? So what if he had comprehended a fist strike? His cultivation base was right there. He, Pan Xing, was the strongest among the freshmen!

Pan Xing, good, you're very good!

Ling Yan stood expressionlessly on the stage, his head lowered, his fists slightly clenched. A violent aura slowly radiated from his body, filled with an aura that prevented strangers from entering.