When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 135 : Leave it to me

135: Leave it to me

"Our first to take the stage will be Hua Yuanjing." Chen Qian'ning said.

Regarding this first choice, she had already considered it yesterday and had informed the several contestants in advance. The first match was crucial. The goal was to make a strong initial impression, but sending out a top player right away was also a bit too risky. Therefore, in such matches, the second-strongest player usually went first.

"Mmm." Jiang Xue nodded. She turned and walked towards the referee's table.

At this moment, the stands became restless. The contestants and coaching team from the North American Alliance entered from the entrance on the other side of the stage.

There were also five contestants and one substitute. From a distance, whether it was the contestants or the coaches, most of them were large and burly. There were two white male contestants, two black male contestants, one white female contestant, and one comparatively very short Asian male contestant. One of them, a man over two meters and ten centimeters tall with short blond hair and a thick, solid chin, was extremely robust, just like a North American professional wrestler.

"That's the North American Alliance's team captain, Thompson. It's said he used to be a North American professional wrestling champion." Yingluo, wearing the uniform T-shirt of a competition assistant, said beside Yuyin. She was also here as a volunteer to help the team.

Yuyin knew a little about this. In this world, North American professional wrestling wasn't as simple as in the original world. It was a top-tier international event where experts below the Purple Domain Realm could participate. This Thompson, at the very least, possessed the strength of a Department Head at the Academy.

The North American Alliance also reported their first contestant. A moment later, on the large screen hanging above the arena, the match-up was displayed. First match: Hua Yuanjing versus McEwen.

Amidst a burst of cheers, Hua Yuanjing, dressed in a dark red, uniform-like long dress, entered the stage holding a white long spear.

Her opponent was a golden-haired girl wearing a colorful, tight-fitting combat suit and holding two broadswords.

According to the rules, although clothing wasn't restricted, one could not wear clothes with protective properties. Weapons also had to be non-lethal, high-tech material weapons for competition.

The famous male host from Huaxia announced in a high-spirited manner after the curtain-raising speech, "Let the match begin!"

The referees for this match were a six-person joint panel from Huaxia and various other countries. Among the two from Huaxia, Mr. Du was conspicuously listed. The competition rules were the standard arena-based martial arts traditional rules: being down for ten seconds, being judged by the referee as unable to fight, admitting defeat, or being knocked off the stage all resulted in a loss.

"Senior Sister Jing, you can do it." Yuyin said softly from below the stage.

One saw Hua Yuanjing dance with her long spear. The spear was like a pure, white wind, open and large yet extremely sharp. She continuously attacked McEwen. McEwen was on the defensive, but she was no simple character either. Her Primordial Energy erupted. The attributes of this energy were very different from the Eastern schools, more flamboyant and fervent. McEwen bared her teeth, licked her lips, her figure sexy and her expression extremely wild. With her two swords, she swiftly and powerfully parried Hua Yuanjing's spear and continuously countered by dancing and spinning with her twin blades.

Both Hua Yuanjing and this McEwen were at the Spirit-Seeking Perfection. Although their cultivation schools were vastly different, both of their Primordial Energy cultivations were approaching the limit of the Spirit-Seeking Realm. And the intensity of their Primordial Energy and their combat arts were clearly higher than ordinary practitioners of the same realm.

For a time, the two fought inextricably. Their back-and-forth moves were so fast that many ordinary spectators were dazzled, and cheers were continuous.

"This North American girl is also fierce!"

"She shouldn't be underestimated... Who said Westerners aren't good at Source Martial cultivation? They're really strong."

"The white-haired sister is so cool. Ah, I can't take it." A girl who was infatuated with Hua Yuanjing was so excited she was about to faint.

The battle was extremely compact and intense. After dozens of rounds of offense and defense, it was hard to tell who was superior. The consumption was immense for both.

"These people from the All-Nations Source Martial Alliance are indeed powerful as a whole. For this girl to be able to fight Senior Sister Jing for dozens of rounds without falling behind." Yuyin also remarked with emotion. "But... she is starting to show problems with her rhythm."

Just as Yuyin predicted, after thirty-five rounds, McEwen's movements began to become disordered, starting to reveal some openings. After forty rounds, she was hit several times in a row by Hua Yuanjing, and her momentum was thrown into chaos.

But this McEwen was extremely wild and ferocious. Unlike Senior Sister Jing, who always maintained an elegant demeanor, she shouted, even cursed, and frantically counter-attacked Hua Yuanjing.

In the chaotic battle, Hua Yuanjing was also carelessly struck on the back by one of her blades, dropping to one knee and sliding backward.

"Senior Sister Jing!" Yuyin's heart tightened.

However, McEwen was also at her last gasp. Knowing she was at a disadvantage, she ignored her Primordial Energy consumption and wanted to risk it all. Although she achieved some effect, the consumption was too great. After her frantic attack failed, her physical strength and Primordial Energy declined sharply.

In the end, Hua Yuanjing saw her opportunity. Her spear danced like a snowy wind, and a heavy sweep struck McEwen in the abdomen, knocking her off the stage.

First match, Hua Yuanjing, victory!

"She won!"

"As expected, I told you our Huaxia Source Martial Practitioners are the best, right?"

"Truly worthy of the Lingdu Source Martial Academy!"

Of course, the vast majority in the stands were Huaxia spectators, and the place erupted in cheers.

However, below the stage, Chen Qian'ning was not relaxed. Although they had won the first match, and Hua Yuanjing had lived up to her expectations, she saw that although Hua Yuanjing still stood tall and straight like the wind on the stage, sweat was already pouring down her face and neck. Her Primordial Energy was also greatly depleted. That North American barbarian of a girl had posed a great challenge to her.

"Senior Sister Jing, the win was not easy." Yuyin also stood beside the teacher, her expression serious.

In a King of Fighters format, the rest time was only three minutes. For Hua Yuanjing, who had fought intensely for over half an hour, its effect was very limited. Moreover, Primordial Energy was not something that could be recovered in a few minutes. Taking pills during the match was also not allowed.

Mainly, the North American Alliance's understanding and level of alchemical pills were relatively low. They insisted that no one be allowed to take pills, which was also an agreement reached before the match, for the sake of fairness.

In the second match, the North American Alliance sent up a black man wearing a red tank top and jeans, as robust as a mountain. The black man wore a pair of silver, steel-like fist gauntlets, and a pair of eyes on his dark face looked exceptionally fierce.

In a normal one-on-one match, Hua Yuanjing might have won. But in the previous match, Hua Yuanjing's Primordial Energy and physical strength were consumed too greatly. She managed to hold on for twenty-plus rounds before her long spear was sent flying by a punch from the black man. She had no choice but to admit defeat and leave the stage.

There was no helping it. Hua Yuanjing's Primordial Energy was exhausted. She could no longer fight.

Hua Yuanjing left the stage to the applause of the audience. But as she walked down the stage, her hand swayed and rested on Yuyin's arm. Yuyin hurried to her side to support her. Yuyin discovered that Senior Sister Jing's legs were trembling as she walked. She had truly pushed herself to the absolute limit.

"Senior Sister Jing." Yuyin felt a pang in her heart.

The score became one to one.

"Teacher Chen, who should we send up second?" Jiang Xue ran over and asked.

The subsequent order of appearance was decided on the spot based on the match situation. The advantage of going up later was that one could target the opponent. This was the benefit of winning the first match.

"Jiang Da." Chen Qian'ning said.

Jiang Da, the third strongest on the team. The opponent's Primordial Energy and physical strength had already been greatly depleted by Hua Yuanjing. If Jiang Da went up now, with his strong body and great power, it was a reasonable choice to match them in strength and Primordial Energy. This black man's fists were too heavy. If Yuwen Wenhong or Xiang Wu went up, they were afraid that if they were hit by a heavy punch, they might be defeated in one go.

If Jiang Da could win, changing the score to two to one would be extremely advantageous.

However...

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The black boxer was too fierce. Although Jiang Da was from the Strongman Department, in the face of this black man, a genius who was naturally gifted in boxing and brawling, he had no advantage in strength. His reaction and flexibility were inferior to his opponent's. He was hit by several consecutive punches and sent reeling.

Jiang Da also got fierce. He howled, his Primordial Energy erupted, and he swung his hammer ferociously.

However, the black boxer dodged the hammer and threw a ferocious, tiger-like uppercut hook.

Thud!

A heavy blow landed on Jiang Da's chin, knocking him to the ground.

The entire arena fell silent. Although Jiang Da was usually arrogant and domineering, he was now representing the Academy and Huaxia. As he lay there, everyone felt uncomfortable.

The referee on the field came up and shook his head. Jiang Da's eyes rolled back, having been knocked unconscious. His jawbone might also be shattered.

A moment later, Jiang Da was carried down by several medical staff and crew members.

Jiang Da was defeated.

The score was twisted to one to two. The Lingdu Source Martial Academy was now behind.

And this was after using up their second and third main players.

Chen Qian'ning's face suddenly became extremely grave.

The entire arena fell into silence, except for the area with the North American cheerleading squad, which was in a frenzy of cheers and horn sounds.

The situation had become very passive for the Academy. But according to the rules, Chen Qian'ning was not given much more time to think.

"Qian'ning... the next one, you need to decide." Jiang Xue said with difficulty. She had forgotten herself and directly used the name she called Chen Qian'ning when they were classmates at the Academy.

What to do?

Chen Qian'ning looked around at everyone. If she sent a major player now, there were still four opponents left. How could this be fought? If she sent someone else, Jiang Da had been defeated with almost no power to resist. Could the few of them defeat this black boxer?

This black boxer was too strong!

If they lost again, making it one to three, the pressure on Yuyin and the team would become even greater.

If only Lan Lianyue could rush over... Just now, when Jiang Da's situation looked bad, Chen Qian'ning had someone go look for Lan Lianyue again. At this critical moment, if Lan Lianyue could replace Liu Xing in the substitute position, things would be different.

But, was that possible?

In her heart, Chen Qian'ning understood that there was almost no possibility of Lan Lianyue participating in the match.

What to do?

Time waited for no one. Everyone was waiting for her to make a decision. Sweat drops also fell from her forehead.

At this moment, Yuyin, who had been sitting in a chair with her eyes closed, meditating and adjusting her breathing since the beginning, stood up.

Her gaze was calm. Her steps were leisurely, yet without any hesitation, she walked forward.

"Teacher, let me go." Yuyin said lightly.

"Yuyin, but..."

"Xia Yuyin, you are our major player. If you go up now, there are still four opponents left. If your Primordial Energy runs out midway, then we will have no leeway at all!" Xiang Wu said, waving his hands.

"Or, how about I go..." Yuwen Wenhong said, somewhat faltering. Those fists were too formidable. He was afraid one punch could shatter a giant rock. Jiang Da couldn't take it. Although he was flexible, he was probably afraid he couldn't even withstand one punch, and it might even be dangerous.

"Yes, Yuyin, the major player should go last. Let's at least take down one of them, no matter what..." Liu Xing said with worry.

"Hehe, there's no need." Yuyin smiled faintly. She looked at Chen Qian'ning, her eyes flashing slightly as she nodded. "Teacher, leave it to me."

"Yuyin..." At this moment, Chen Qian'ning was also out of ideas.

Yuyin turned around. Her waterfall-like black hair swayed with her. She gracefully walked onto the stage.

"Hey... um, Qian'ning, then I'll just report her name to the referee team."

"Ah, okay." Chen Qian'ning nodded, unable to refuse. Yuyin had already gone up. Jiang Xue had no choice but to hurry back and report the name of the one entering the match.

"Fourth match, Xia Yuyin versus Berman!"