Musclebound Necromancer?! Are You Kidding Me?

Chapter 79

Hiss!

Everyone present gasped in shock at Shi Shaorong's words.

Are they really going this far?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Gu Su, the person involved, was even more excited, his face flushed with joy as he repeated the word "good" four times. This was an unexpected surprise!

He had been pursuing Shi Shaorong for a long time without success, and he never thought he would see hope today. A sense of gratitude towards Qiao Yu suddenly welled up in his heart.

If it weren't for Qiao Yu beating Shi Shaorong twice, she might not have agreed so readily.

"Um, just to clarify, does it only count if he defeats me? What about others?"

Qiao Yu asked, pointing at Yang Xiangdi.

"If others can do it, I might as well get some benefits for my brother."

"Yu Bro!" Yang Xiangdi's eyes were misty with tears. "At critical moments, you're the one I can rely on! Good brother!"

Qiao Yu patted his chest.

"Brotherhood is in the heart!"

Shi Shaorong, standing nearby, could no longer maintain her cool demeanor; her face turned green. What did they take her for?

"Gu Su, add another condition: tear his mouth apart!" Shi Shaorong said.

"Alright, Rong Rong! I definitely won't let you down!"

Gu Su looked at Qiao Yu with excitement. In his eyes, Qiao Yu was no longer an opponent but a guarantee of his lifelong happiness.

That intense gaze made Qiao Yu shiver.

Originally, Qiao Yu thought Gu Su would immediately rush onto the arena, but instead, Gu Su sat in the resting area, looking completely at ease.

Qiao Yu thought for a moment and immediately understood Gu Su's little scheme.

This guy was planning to let others exhaust Qiao Yu's energy before he stepped in!

Yang Xiangdi also saw through Gu Su's plan and directly cursed.

"You shameless brat! You're the strongest, yet you're planning to hide until the end?"

Gu Su smirked. Even if they saw through his plan, so what?

He was merely using the rules of the arena match; it was an open and honest strategy!

The defender had to defeat the other nine challengers one by one.

Gu Su simply closed his eyes, looking like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water. When it came to his lifelong happiness, he felt no tactic was too much!

"Despicable!" Yang Xiangdi cursed angrily.

The remaining six candidates exchanged glances. Having fought their way through countless candidates to reach the arena match, they were not about to give up.

The feud between Qiao Yu and Gu Su had nothing to do with them.

At this point, they were determined to compete for the title of the best in Su City.

When Qiao Yu had fully recovered, a new candidate had already appeared on the opposite side of the arena.

He had a long horse-like face, looking just like a shoehorn.

"First High School, Beginner Tier Light Mage, Du Zitong, at your service!"

Du Zitong made a cupped fist salute and held his staff in his hand.

After observing earlier, he had already confirmed that the Necromancer in front of him was a freak.

He absolutely couldn't let this freak get close.

"Fourth High School, Beginner Tier Necromancer, Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu mimicked the gesture and returned the salute. By now, he wouldn't underestimate anyone.

Anyone who made it to the arena match was no ordinary person.

"Qiao Yu, to be honest, I really want to see your necromancy."

A glint flashed in Du Zitong's eyes. He had noticed Qiao Yu since the elimination rounds.

Clearly a mage, yet physically so strong, he had a hunch that Qiao Yu's necromancy must be even more terrifying!

Once unleashed, it was probably of earth-shattering proportions.

"You want to see my necromancy? No way!" Qiao Yu swung his large blade and charged forward.

"Wings of Light!"

Du Zitong waved his staff, and two pure, translucent wings unfolded from his back, radiating a holy light.

With a gentle flap of his wings, Du Zitong rose into the air, looking down at Qiao Yu from above.

"Use your necromancy; with just your physical strength, you can't possibly defeat me."

A hint of smugness flashed in Du Zitong's eyes. With the flying skill Wings of Light, he had evaded countless assassin attacks.

Warriors and assassins without control of the air were just sitting ducks in front of him.

Qiao Yu frowned; this was indeed the first time he had encountered a flying opponent, and it was a bit tricky...

"Still not using your staff? Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Du Zitong waved his staff, and the light on his body suddenly intensified.

"Oh, Holy Light! Do you see that enemy? Purify him!"

A brilliant beam of light shot towards Qiao Yu, and the intense light even caused a blinding effect on him.

He raised his hands to shield himself, feeling a strong burning sensation on his arms.

When the light beam disappeared, the surrounding spectators gasped. Qiao Yu's arms were shriveled and blackened, looking like mummified remains dried of all moisture.

"Even now, you refuse to use necromancy? With the next strike, I'll destroy your hands!"

Du Zitong felt a tinge of confusion.

"Why should I explain my actions to you?"

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes internally. It's not that I won't use necromancy; it's that I don't know how!

He threw the Orient Loong God Crescent Blade, and Du Zitong flapped his wings, dodging it.

"In that case, the defender will be replaced by me!"

Du Zitong didn't hesitate to act, and another beam of light began to form.

Qiao Yu's expression darkened; he indeed lacked effective anti-air measures.

"If only I had more Orient Loong God Crescent Blades to throw..."

Just as he was in a dilemma, Qiao Yu suddenly noticed the arena floor, and his eyes lit up.

"Indeed! Heaven never seals off all paths!"

Boom!

Qiao Yu punched the arena floor, and in an instant, sand and stones flew, and the ground shook.

The arena was left with a large pit, and the stone tiles shattered into a pile of small stones.

"Du Zitong, right? You're about to have a stomachache soon!"

A look of confusion appeared on Du Zitong's face. He hadn't yet figured out what Qiao Yu was up to.

Qiao Yu grabbed a few stones and threw them at Du Zitong.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dodging a few stones, Du Zitong looked horrified. What the heck was this stone-throwing about?

Is this child's play?

Why is a Necromancer using such a childish attack method?

Du Zitong looked down on this behavior, yet he had to dodge with all his might.

With over 500 points of attack power, the stones Qiao Yu threw were as powerful as sniper rifles.

Du Zitong had a premonition that if he got hit, he'd be done for!

"Examiner! Isn't this against the rules?" Du Zitong was both shocked and angry.

Examiner: "… Breaking the arena isn't against the rules; at most, it's damage to exam property."

"Du Zitong, have you ever seen a human Gatling gun?"

Qiao Yu's excited voice made Du Zitong's face stiffen. He turned his head and saw Qiao Yu holding a pile of stones in his left hand, with two more in his right.

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Qiao Yu was so excited he couldn't stop. It felt like when he was a kid using a slingshot to shoot birds.

Only this time, he was shooting at a birdman.

A barrage of stones shot towards Du Zitong, turning what was supposed to be a serious college entrance examination into a stone-throwing battle.

And he couldn't dodge!

"Screw you! Are you playing dirty? What kind of mage fights by throwing stones?"