In this discussion, the second game of the semifinals began.

This is an internal battle inside Honorable Alliance of Seven—Li Muyun, the first leader VS Feng Xingjun, the fifth leader.

That was the shortest race in the semifinals because Feng Xingjun just declared that he admit defeat and gave up the game.

Li Muyun directly promoted.

When Feng Xingjun threw in the sponge, Li Muyun was very surprised. He did not expect his fifth brother to give up the game. They had already made an appointment before that, regardless of the strength, they had to try their best to fight against each other. However, Feng Xingjun just smiled and jumped off the ring.

In this way, the biggest beneficiary of this game was Li Muyun.

He became one of the four players without a fierce battle, so there was not any consumption of his strength. He could wait at his ease for his fatigued opponent in the next round.

For the way of Feng Xingjun’s doing, the comments of the nominal disciples were mixed.

But nothing changed. The strength of the Central Academy of white shirts was really too strong. Only Honorable Alliance of Seven was qualified and capable to do that.

The quick end of the game meant that the third game was coming early.

Ding Hao from the Eastern Academy of green shirts VS Lin Xin from the Northern Academy of yellow shirts!

That was a contest between two celebrities born in the competition of the five academies.

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The two different kinds of cheers and shouts could be heard. They were as loud as the erupting volcanoes.

The battle between Ding Hao and Lin Xin, the two handsome teenagers, had lasted for 30 minutes.

Their long gowns were fluttering, the sword light was everywhere. At the beginning of the contest, the two men invariably used their weapons and measure their strength with swordsmanship.

Both of them were handsome young teenagers. With the extraordinary swordsmanship and the indistinct sword light, they were just like elegant dancers that existed on in heaven. It was more like an ethereal battle instead of a mortal one.

The female disciples were hesitant about this dazzling competition.

They did not know who to support, because the two people on the stage were called the magnificent lovers by the newly-recruited nominal disciples. Both of them were very popular with girls.

Of course, most of the people were concentrating their attention on the contests.

This fight was the first highest level swordsmanship contest since the beginning of the competition of the five academies. It was almost a classic battle that represented the level of swordsmanship of the nominal disciples. That battle had absorbed many people.

An ordinary steel sword, in the hand of the beautiful boy, Lin Xin from the Northern Academy of yellow shirts, was like a live sword. The sword light was stretching and shrinking, leaving a string of shadows in the air.

What Lin Xin displayed was a lengthy and exquisite sword skill.

Few people knew the origin of the swordsmanship. That sword skill had dense, endless sword light, like the continual autumn rain. Moreover, it went without the slightest flaws. The spectacle of that sword skill seemed to be able to shroud people and so dominating as to control people’s mind and move in a way.

The rusted sword in Ding Hao’s hand was like a burning stick, which had almost become his symbol. Giving off a high-speed vibration, it was like a madly burning flames that flickered in the air.

Ding Hao used, over and over again, the “Basic Swordsmanship”, “Rapid-Cross Sword” and “Zhonggong Chasing blaze Sword”, which were the only complete swordsmanships that he currently mastered. Ding Hao had played the swordsmanship as fast as he could.

Gradually, the ordinary nominal disciples under the ring could hardly see the rusted sword in Ding Hao’s hand.

Every time when they thought they saw the rusted sword, it soon disappeared. It turned out that they had simply seen a residue figure left by Ding Hao’s rapid sword movement.

“That’s terrible. How could the sword be so fast! If it can’t be seen, how can it be prevented?”

“I think Senior brother Lin Xin is right. He does not want to play fancy moves but only want to protect himself in the battle. Only in that way, is he able to avoid the distraction of senior brother Ding Hao’s fast sword and protect himself in front of him.”

“You’re wrong. In fact, senior brother Lin Xin was the controller. Senior brother Ding Hao was forced to be faster and faster. Everyone knows that senior brother Lin Xin is good at calculation, planning, and control. It’s just like playing chess. The opponent unknowingly falls into the trap that he has set up from the beginning. It seemed that senior brother Lin Xin has been passive, but he has actually planned everything!”

“Yes. Facing such a strong opponent, one can only resist it by using the swordsmanship to the extreme, just like what senior brother Ding Hao has done. Only in this way, senior brother Lin Xin does not have time to consider and devise his next move. This is also a tit for tat!”

“So, in this contest, if both sides are trying to restrain each other rather than attacking, isn’t it going to end in a tie?”

“That’s not necessarily true. Whether it is the calculation of Lin Xin or the fast sword skill of Ding Hao, they both has their limit. It depends on which of them can break through their limits first. Once one of them break through, he will be the winner!”

“We’d better watch the game carefully. Such a wonderful swordsmanship contest is a rare event for our nominal disciples. If we can understand a little bit, we will benefit a lot!”

“Yes, that’s right!”

“Haha, I seem to have understood something!”

The nominal disciples were fascinated, and they talked about it with each other. They expressed their opinions and exchanged views on the battle. There were also some nominal disciples who had good foundations. They understood the subtleties of the confrontation between Lin Xin and Ding Hao.

The disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts stared at the boy in the green shirt on the ring with worship.

A while ago, the moment Li Lan was defeated, Ding Hao came out and saved him at a crucial moment, which once again deepened the worship of the disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts. What was more, Ding Hao was humble and amiable. They believed that if they were in danger, Ding Hao would also save them!

In this group of pretentious but only 13-year-old teenagers, Ding Hao gave them, those who had left home in adolescence, a sensation of security.

Especially Wang Xiaoqi, Zhang Fan, and Fang Tianyi. They were watching the fierce competition with the utmost concentration.

Wang Xiaoqi and Zhang Fan were originally Ding Hao’s loyal admirers. The reason why Fang Tianyi admired Ding Hao was that he was defeated in the internal challenge of the Eastern Academy of green shirts. Therefore, he knew Ding Hao and also had outstanding swordsmanship and comprehension.

At this time, watching the battle between Ding Hao and Lin Xin, he was immersed in the game.

The sword paths of Ding Hao and Lin Xin were extremely excellent, but somehow, Fang Tianyi preferred to Ding Hao’s fast, powerful, and overwhelming sword path.

Even Fang Tianyi himself did not realize that in today’s game, how great Ding Hao’s sword style had influenced his future achievements. Many years later, Fang Tianyi became famous in the world with his swordsmanship. Countless grandmasters in the entire Northern Region considered, in terms of swordsmanship, his style was closest to Ding Hao’s.