Musclebound Necromancer?! Are You Kidding Me?

Chapter 70

Ma Fei turned his head, a bit bewildered.

He saw Qiao Yu leaning against the railing in the mage area, craning his neck to look at him.

What's going on?

At this time, shouldn't Qiao Yu be participating in the eighth round of the competition as well? Could it be that he finished off his opponent so quickly?

"Qiao Yu, did your eighth round end that fast?" Ma Fei asked.

"Yeah, it's like this every round. As soon as my opponents see it's me, they just surrender immediately. It's so annoying, I'm bored to death, never even get a chance to make a move," Qiao Yu said helplessly.

Ma Fei: "..."

He felt a critical hit to his heart. He had worked hard to defeat several opponents to achieve seven consecutive victories and reach the eighth round.

And now you're telling me your opponents just surrender at the sight of you? You never even get a chance to make a move?

Are you even speaking human language? You're really something else!

Whoosh!

Just as Ma Fei was distracted, a cold gleam arrived first, followed by a spear thrust like a dragon.

The spear-wielder opposite seized the opportunity and attacked.

Fortunately, Ma Fei dodged in time, avoiding a fatal blow to the throat.

"Hmph! You dare to be distracted while fighting me, Zhao Ting? You're courting death."

Zhao Ting missed his strike and swung his spear in a full moon sweep.

Clang!

Ma Fei struck the spear with his sword, causing Zhao Ting's grip to crack open.

Zhao Ting's eyes widened in disbelief. Why had Ma Fei suddenly become so strong?

At this moment, Ma Fei seemed like a different person, facing the incoming attack without dodging, charging forward with the Dragon-Piercing Sword.

"You really deserve it!"

"You totally deserve it!"

With eyes red with anger, Ma Fei cursed as he swung his sword, not blinking even once.

Slash, chop, lift, intercept, stab, twist, press, hang, cloud—one move after another, giving Zhao Ting no chance to catch his breath.

Zhao Ting was so frustrated he almost spat blood, having no opportunity to fight back. I just ambushed you and showed off a bit, didn't I?

Is it necessary to get so angry? If it really bothers you, I'll apologize, okay?

"Sweep Across the Army!"

Ma Fei's sword sent Zhao Ting staggering back, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he gripped his spear.

Just as Zhao Ting was about to launch a counterattack, he realized Ma Fei had already vanished from sight.

"A Sword Across Worlds!"

A chilling voice came from behind him, making his hair stand on end.

The next second, a small section of a sword tip pierced through his heart, the icy pain announcing his defeat.

"Fourth High School, Ma Fei, wins! Points +3!"

With the examiner's announcement, Ma Fei also secured his eighth consecutive victory, tying with Qiao Yu for first place with 23 points.

Ma Fei turned around proudly, ready to receive Qiao Yu's admiring gaze. Even he was impressed by his own combo just now.

However, Ma Fei was destined for disappointment, his face turning green in an instant.

Because Qiao Yu wasn't looking at him at all, but was instead leaning against another railing, watching the Tank Class competition.

The feeling of trying to show off but having no one notice was like punching a pillow, leaving Ma Fei feeling frustrated.

He wanted to see what had captured Qiao Yu's attention, so he followed Qiao Yu's line of sight.

On the Tank Class battlefield, the petite Zuo You stood out among a group of tall, burly men and big guys.

Zuo You's style was completely different from the others, looking like something strange had mixed in.

After all, the other tanks were all strong and sturdy, appearing to have high defense.

Only Zuo You looked delicate and weak, like she could be pushed over with a nudge.

Her opponent had the same thought.

"Little girl, why don't you just surrender? Otherwise, if you end up crying, I won't be responsible," a burly student with a bronze shield said dismissively.

Tank Class players generally focused on defense, with secondary points in strength.

After all, how could you carry a shield if you lacked strength?

"Okay, thanks for the concern."

Zuo You slammed a pitch-black shield onto the ground, causing the entire arena to tremble slightly, showcasing the shield's weight.

The shield bore a pitch-black hexagram.

This was the new shield Zuo You had acquired in the Mechanical Kingdom dungeon, the Dark Star Shield.

Though the Dark Star Shield was only Grade E, with rather ordinary attributes, it was still much stronger than a beginner's shield.

Zuo You swung the shield towards the burly man, a common one-on-one tactic for Tank Class players.

Whose shield was harder, whose defense was stronger, who could last longer—whoever could do these would win.

Tank Class player duels had no technique, just raw clashes.

The burly man laughed when he saw Zuo You's small frame daring to take the initiative.

"Little girl, you don't know your limits!"

He swung his shield in return.

To his surprise, when the two shields collided heavily, Zuo You only took one step back, while he retreated three steps.

He had lost the first clash!

"I was careless just now, didn't use my full strength. Let's go again!"

The burly man blushed, being 18 and at an age where saving face mattered.

If he, a seven-foot-tall man, were to be defeated head-on by a delicate girl, how could he continue in the Inner World?

The burly man dared not be careless again, and he and Zuo You clashed shields, creating a series of metallic clanging sounds.

Since all of Qiao Yu's opponents had surrendered, the spectators turned their attention to others, with Zuo You being the first.

After all, a beauty never lacks attention.

"How can such a delicate girl be a tank?"

"Yeah! She better not get hurt, or I'd be heartbroken."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so novel, a little Lolita being a tank!"

"What's so novel about that? Look over there, there's a big guy who's a mage!"

Zuo You wasn't the only one with an unusual style.

"Damn! Why is that big guy wearing a Hello Kitty robe and holding a bow-tied staff? That pink outfit is so damn eye-searing!"

Many in the stands had their attention drawn to Yang Xiangdi on the other side.

"Hahaha, classmate, are you a clown invited by a monkey? Cosplaying at the college entrance exam? Are you cosplaying as a Sailor Moon?"

Yang Xiangdi's opponent hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation, laughing while holding his stomach.

He wore a luxurious, expensive suit, looking like an aristocratic young master.

In comparison, Yang Xiangdi looked like a clown.

The young master couldn't understand why anyone would wear such a bizarre outfit.

"You'll find out soon," Yang Xiangdi said with a smile, seemingly unfazed by his opponent's mockery.

However, the moment the examiner announced the start, Yang Xiangdi moved!

"Sand Binding!"

With a wave of his staff, countless sands instantly entangled the opponent.

"Yellow Spring Quicksand!"

Just as the young master was about to counterattack, the ground beneath him turned into a swamp, and he began to sink, unable to cast any spells in time.

The next second, with a muffled sound, a pillar of light erupted from the swamp, engulfing him.

"Ground Explosion Technique!"

Boom!

The terrifying power sent the young master flying into the air. He didn't even have time to scream before his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

His once-luxurious attire was blown to tatters, covered in mud, looking utterly miserable.

From start to finish, he hadn't had a chance to counterattack, being controlled to death by Yang Xiangdi.

"Examiner, may I ask if I've won?"