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The soul force in Long Yu's Spiritual Mansion was completely depleted, and the tattoo power in his body was also almost completely depleted …

Just because he didn't have it didn't mean he couldn't get the tattoo from Ponga!

With a thought, the broken dantian started to circulate.

In the air, the spatial spiritual energy within a circumference of 100 Zhang quickly converged onto Long Yu's body.

Ripples rippled through the air. For a time, Long Yu's entire body was enveloped in mottled light!

From afar, his vision became hazy …

Was it terrifying?

However, this was far from enough. Even if the speed of absorption was shocking, it would take at least an incense stick's time to produce a threatening attack!

"This is an innate spirit body?" Su Yun'er covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

In the short span of a month, Su Lei'er had only interacted with Long Yu pitifully a few times, but Long Yu had always been able to surprise her.

The broken water mirror shard in his dantian continued to be polished as it spun. The sharp edges were slowly sharpened, and on the dark water mirror shard, spots of light were flashing, as if something was about to be born.

His arms naturally opened wide, and Long Yu didn't know how much power the Raging Blade Slash would absorb in his dantian in an instant, or how much tattoo power would smash onto his body.

However, the moment Long Yu decided to battle, all his worries were thrown to the back of his mind. The vague line between life and death had long since made him accustomed to wearing blue clothes.

The thing that the Spirit Mountain Academy taught Long Yu the most wasn't soul force, nor was it what he'd gained from cultivating martial arts.

It was an epiphany: you did not want to become a part of the world in peace.

Because fate will seize you, in your road of life planted a hatred, waiting for you to pass, waiting for you to touch!

The saber light moved to his side in the span of a breath. 'Roar!' With a long roar into the sky, the rotation of his dantian was at least three times faster than before!

On his forehead, the silver word "Sky" once again appeared, but this time, a few tiny tentacles grew around the "Sky" character. These tentacles extended toward Long Yu's flesh and blood, quickly merging into the center of his forehead.

A sharp gust of wind blew past, and the clothes on his body were instantly crushed into fine powder …

Without exception, Long Yu's entire body was sent flying a hundred zhang away, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground before he finally came to a stop.

"He can't even withstand a single blow!" Ponga pursed his lips, sending another attack through the air …

He got up, wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, and without caring about the vicious wound on his abdomen, fearlessly walked towards Ponga once again.

The same saber light was blasted away … Blood dyed the ground red, but it did not stop the youth's resolute steps.

This was no longer a battle, but a massacre!

"Long Yu, don't, hurry and stop. I don't want to leave the Spiritual Mountain Academy, I'll never leave it ever again …" "Quickly stop …"

Above the silent grandstand, the shackles in Ye Ning's heart suddenly collapsed. She stood up and loudly begged Long Yu. Two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Brother Yu, stop fighting …" Xie Lingyun and the other Yellow Level students all stood up, shouting loudly …

As for the spirit elementalist girl?

Shangguan Lulu and Shu Yunyue stared at the scene nervously, their faces pale.

They were anticipating a miracle and thought that Long Yu would have some secret weapon. They never thought that there would be no miracle at all …

In close combat, Pang Jia couldn't do anything to Long Yu, but in a long ranged attack, Long Yu was nothing more than a piece of trash!

After three full slashes, Long Yu's entire abdomen was a mess of flesh and blood. If he wasn't treated in time, he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

His legs were floating, and his eyes were glazed. He looked like a zombie as he mechanically walked towards Ponga.

150 meters, 150 meters …

"Long Yu, this is all your fault. The Large Competition has secretly tried to kill you, and it has disturbed the Beast Slaughtering Competition, but today, you still want to destroy the Freshmen Tournament. Thus, let me, Pang Jia, take the place of the heavens and kill you, you evil creature!"

Assassinate him? How many times had Shentu Zhong tried to kill Long Yu since he entered the Spiritual Mountain Academy? How many times had Northern Guo Fan gone?

When you can't argue, save your strength, wipe your fist, and happily smash all the unpleasantness!

The distance between the two of them was only 100 feet!

Waving his long blade, Pang Jia slashed towards Long Yu's neck!

Just as the long saber was about to slash onto Long Yu's neck, a bone-piercing coldness surged out from within his dim eyes …

With this glance, he wanted to let everyone in the world know that he, Long Yu, was not someone that could be easily bullied!

At some point, a layer of bright golden light had covered Pang Jia's blood-stained fist. The instant Pang Jia lifted up his silver sawtooth blade and widened his chest, a slight dragon roar reverberated across the sky and earth from his fist …

An unbridled fist strength suddenly formed!

'Monarch Sky Fist! ' The first punch, the second punch!

Two fist shadows merged together, and a dragon body as thick as an arm charged towards Pang Jia with bared fangs and brandished claws …

"Damn it!" Isn't it true that I can't use my Inscription power? " His eyes were filled with astonishment. With a loud shout, his body rose several tens of feet high, and his arms rumbled as he fiercely swung the serrated blade towards Long Yu …

The ten zhang long shadow of the saber was gone in a breath!

The fist and blade silently collided with each other in front of the crowd's eyes.

The surroundings were completely silent, as if time had stopped.

On the high platform, Feng Yu frowned. The happiness in Guo Fan's eyes, the tears on Ye Ning's face …

After a punch, Long Yu's entire body twitched before once again falling to the ground.

Pang Jia had an indescribable sense of joy on his face. When he had just entered the academy, Long Yu had been the one to bear the brunt of Shentu Zhong's three strikes. What about Long Yu? What about him?

Followed by a loud and clear popping noise, a hole that was as thick as an arm appeared on the blade shadow.

After that, the shadow of the fist mercilessly struck Pang Jia's Dantian! The blade shadow also landed perfectly on Long Yu's body …

"Pu! Pu!" Two streams of blood rained down from the sky.

Both of them were sent flying a hundred zhang away. They fell heavily on the ground and lost consciousness.

After a full ten breaths of time, everyone finally recovered from the earlier scene and began to shout out a person's name.

Wiping away the sweat on his forehead, he didn't expect that a Freshman Tournament would make even Gong Chen so nervous that his back was drenched in sweat …

After struggling to break free from Deng Meng's grasp, Ye Ning frantically ran towards the battlefield.

However, just as he stepped into the public square, a bloody arm was raised high up in the air. The arm lightly swayed, as if making Ye Ning stand to the side.

A blood-soaked figure slowly crawled out from the crowd.

The youth crawled in a very ugly position. He twisted and tilted, and after a few wobbles, he fell to the ground, but he still managed to stand up once again …

The young man's bloodied face was no longer clearly visible, but his tightly clenched teeth and firm gaze shook everyone.

What really made these students remember this competition was not who became the champion, nor was it the reward for the pill cultivation technique. Rather, it was this gaze!

After an unknown amount of time, the youth only knew that a fresh trail of blood had appeared on the field. At the end of the trail, the youth picked up the door blade from the ground and slowly placed it on Pang Jia's neck.

From beginning to end, Ponga had been in a coma!