Chapter 68: The Casino Champion Battle

  Zhang Long casually swept a glance at Su Qingchen, his gaze locked onto him, and his heart skipped a beat as an idea suddenly popped into his mind: I haven't misjudged this big brother; he's worth me, Zhang Long, being his loyal younger brother for life.

  After Wang Xing and the three of them knew the truth, they kept cheering Su Qingchen up. Su Qingchen's mind was all messed up, he originally wanted to guess what Xie Yan had prepared for and make some preparations in advance, but after being stirred up by Wang Xing and the others, Su Qingchen said to himself: May heaven bless me.

  After lunch break, Wang Xing and the other two pushed Su Qingchen out of the dormitory. As soon as they opened the door, several people were shocked and shouted in unison: "My grass."

  The dormitory building fell silent for a few seconds, and then a thunderous "holy crap" came from the opposite side of Su Qingchen and several others, directly shocking them back several steps. Zhang Long, who reacted a bit slower, was stepped on by Wang Xing and Zhu Ming, his body falling backwards.

  Bang

  A loud noise, Su Qingchen and others turned their heads to look back, some of them sighed helplessly, then lowered their heads, mourning for Zhang Long who had fallen to the ground for a few seconds. When they came to their senses and looked towards the door again, the dense crowd outside had disappeared without even leaving a shadow.

  "I'm going"

  As the third "I'm going" sounded, Wang Xing and two others pushed Su Qingchen to run towards the competition venue. In an instant, the entire dormitory building was left with Zhang Long alone. After rubbing his head, he looked at the empty space in front of him with some depression, then came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to shout: "Old big, I'm not going, come back, can't participate in the competition." As he shouted, Zhang Long rushed out wildly.

  At the moment Su Qing entered the venue, a sense of foreboding flashed through her mind. She looked around and frowned when she saw the sea of people, then comforted herself: it was just excessive tension making her feel flustered. After taking a deep breath, she calmed down her restless heart.

  Su Qingchen instructed Wang Xing to inform Yin Ting to place a bet, and then, under the lead of Wang Xing and others, Su Qingchen quickly squeezed into the crowd and stepped onto the competition arena. Just as he was about to greet the people below, he heard Zhang Long's shout from outside the crowd: "Boss, don't compete..." By the time Zhang Long said the fifth word, his voice had already been drowned out by the noise of the crowd, and his figure had also disappeared into the sea of people.

  Wang Xing had already arranged for Liu Yun and Zhu Ming to lead the students of the Commoner Class to warmly welcome Zhang Long as soon as he appeared on the scene, so as soon as Zhang Long appeared, he was discovered by the sharp-eyed Zhu Ming and then surrounded by the Commoner Class in the middle, enjoying the treatment of a super celebrity.

  Su Qingchen on the stage changed his face slightly when he saw Lu Fei come up, looking at Lu Yun with some confusion and asked: "How is it you, where's that kid Xie Qian?"

  Lu Fei smiled: "Good you, Su Qingchen! What did we say back then? You little guy disappeared for more than half a month. If I hadn't known you were competing with Xie Lao Da this time, I would have begged for half a day to get permission to participate in the competition. Otherwise, it wouldn't be easy to find you."

  "You think I want to? It's just that circumstances forced me," Su Qingchen said with some embarrassment, rubbing his head and speaking in a low voice.

  "They're all men, I get it, I understand, but I really admire you for daring to offend even the violent sisterhood like this." Lu Fei said with a smile that had a hint of sympathy, as if Su Qingchen was about to get into trouble at any moment.

  Lu Fei had just finished speaking when Xie Qian appeared on stage with a cold expression, looking up and down at Su Qingchen: "You little guy is still intact, I have to admire you, it seems your reputation will soon surpass mine. If you can escape this difficulty, I, Xie Qian, am willing to befriend you." As he spoke, Xie Qian cast a approving glance at Su Qingchen.

  Su Qingchen looked puzzled, somewhat bewildered as she stared at Lu Fei and Xie Qian, what were they talking about? She couldn't understand a single sentence. At this moment, Su Qingchen inadvertently swept a glance at the stage, suddenly feeling a pair of evil eyes staring at her, her heart tightened involuntarily, cold sweat breaking out on her back.

  "The gamble between you and me will be divided into three rounds, with the winner being the first to win two rounds. In the first round, you and Lufei will compete in the championship match of the New Student Tournament, while I will assist Lufei in his battle against you. I hope that through this perfect battle, you can show the students of Stanton Academy that your title as champion is well-deserved."

  Su Qingchen's eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at Xie Qian, squeezing out a word from between her teeth: "What?"

  "Get ready, the first match is about to begin." Xie Qian said calmly, and as he finished speaking, a faint light appeared on his body. A blue silver flower had quietly appeared in his palm, and a golden soul thread connected from the center of the flower to Lu Fei's body. Lu Fei's entire body trembled, then his spirit gathered, and as his Soul Decision turned, a green long sword appeared in his hand. The sword spirit spun around and grasped his right hand.

  Su Qingchen's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and under the helpless circumstances, he activated the "Heavenly Fate Reversal" technique. The small sword spirit appeared in the palm of his right hand, and after a reverse grip, he glanced at Lu Fei, then transformed into a swift and fierce movement, appearing in mid-air. In the instant that Lu Fei's figure moved, Su Qingchen shot towards him like an arrow leaving its bowstring.

  Lightly gliding on the Flying Sword Spirit, Su Qingchen's figure flipped in mid-air, directly leaping over Lu Fei's head, his right foot forcefully kicking towards Lu Fei's neck. In an instant, a flash of golden light appeared, and Lu Fei's speed suddenly increased, dodging Su Qingchen's attack while pouncing forward.

  Lu Fei's heart was shocked, he had just broken through to the lower rank of Lingzhe, and didn't expect Su Qingchen to have reached the same level. The speed was simply abnormal and eerie, no wonder Xie Qian wanted to assist him. With his fast sword, he was not even a match for Su Qingchen now. Sighing at the same time, he muttered "Gui Mie Quan" in his heart.

  Lu Fei's figure disappeared like a ghost, and the Soul Decision that increased attack speed reached its limit with the full assistance of the fifth-level spirit master Xie Qian, exceeding Su Qingchen's Wind Slayer.

  Under Su Qingchen's astonished gaze, Lu Fei's attack had already appeared in front of him. The strong gust of wind blowing towards him ruffled Su Qingchen's black hair. In an instant, Su Qingchen suddenly raised his right hand to block the blow, barely withstanding Lu Fei's strange and unpredictable strike, before retreating several steps back.

  Before he could steady himself, Lu Fei's second attack came again, and Su Qingchen had no choice but to give up his backward leaning posture. His right hand tightly grasped the Sword Spirit and lifted it again, just a touch, and Su Qingchen fell straight down to the stage like a tree that had been cut off at the roots.

  As the crowd gasped in unison, Su Qingchen fell to the ground at the same time, his left hand slapped the table surface fiercely, and the moment his palm touched the table surface, a rebound force shook Su Qingchen's body off the table. In an instant, Su Qingchen retracted his soul, exerted all his strength to use "Assassinate Wind", and his body flashed straight to the right corner of the battlefield, then he stabilized himself with a twist of his waist and stood firmly on the stage.