White Turin Divisional Academy, Fighting Platforms.

Fang An was looking for the ring by number.

According to the battle table posted, Fang An's number was 1265, the battle was 431, and the battle location was in Ring 31.

The rules of the freshman battle are very simple, a total of 1,284 students signed up, divided into two parts from the middle according to the number, No. 1 to No. 642 are A, and the rest are numbered B.

Then a random number is drawn from A and B to play a two-player battle.

The winner advances to the next round, and the loser is eliminated directly.

For the freshman battle on the first day, a total of 100 small rings were used in the fighting arena, and the first student and his opponent fought in the first ring, the second student and his opponent fought in the second ring, and so on.

In addition to not using elixir to replenish spiritual power during the battle, there are no other restrictions.

Taking the initiative to admit defeat, falling out of the ring, losing consciousness, and being killed by personality are all failures.

One hundred battles are fought at the same time, and half an hour is a round. Those who have not been determined after half an hour will be eliminated.

Because Fang An's opponent's number is four hundred and thirty-one, he is fighting in ring thirty-one, and he has to wait until the first four rounds are over.

After finding the No. 31 ring, Fang An also stood under the ring and watched.

At this time, more than ten people had gathered under the ring, and they should all be students who were used to compete in the No. 31 ring.

At this time, a deacon came over, took a battle table, and read: "Ring 31, the first game, student Huang Cheng of the 31st battle, against the student Pi Armor of the 955th student, and the two students go to the ring." ”

After the two students who were read the numbers and names turned into the ring, the deacon briefly confirmed the identities of both parties, and then went to ring 32 and called the two people who were fighting in ring 32 again.

It wasn't until there were two students standing in the ring on the 35th that the deacon put away the roster and said: "The elixir is not allowed to be used during the battle, and some people are not allowed to make another move after admitting defeat, and the violators are eliminated directly." Now, the battle begins!"

As soon as the deacon's words fell, the two students in the ring began to fight.

Fang An looked around, at this time, most of the students in the ring were spirit masters of the Enlightenment Realm, and they were basically in the middle and late stages of the Enlightenment Realm.

These students of the Enlightenment Realm rarely possess spiritual weapons, and they mainly rely on their fists and feet to fight with their respective talents.

There are also some students who perform stumbling spiritual skills, which are obviously learned after being admitted to the hospital, and their proficiency is low, and there are not a few who even fail to release them.

However, there are also students from the Void Spirit Realm, and in the face of the spirit masters of the Void Spirit Realm, almost all of these students who are only in the Enlightenment Realm are quickly defeated.

The battle from Ring 32 to Ring 35 was decided in about a quarter of an hour.

During the whole process, the deacon of the academy was only responsible for checking the battle list at the beginning and recording the results of the battle at the end, and did not care about anything else.

Including the life and death of these students.

Because Fang An saw that there was a student from the Void Spirit Realm, he killed a student from the Spirit Realm with a single sword, while the deacon of the academy who was in charge of their battle did not have any fluctuations, but only recorded the victory and defeat.

These academy deacons basically have cultivation above the True Spirit Realm, and if they want to save the defeated students, they can completely prevent the students of the Void Spirit Realm from poisoning them, even if one Academy deacon guards five rings.

But the deacon of the academy was indifferent.

Obviously, this freshman battle is really life and death.

Over time, a hundred battles were fought one after another.

The No. 31 ring in front of Fang An ended with Huang Cheng winning.

Huang Cheng and Pi Kai walked out of the ring with blue noses and swollen faces, both of them are spirit masters in the late stage of the Qiling realm, and their strength is about the same, and they are really a little indistinguishable.

In the end, Huang Cheng was slightly better than half a move.

One hundred battles, two hundred new students, but only one hundred and ninety-two people were able to get out of the ring.

Half an hour had passed, and the deacon of the academy calmly took away the bodies of the dead students, and then quietly waited for the next round to come.

Although only eight students died, it also poured cold water on many students in the audience and extinguished the playfulness in their hearts.

These fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls finally faced the bloody rules of life and death between spirit masters.

"Alas. Fang Anxin sighed silently, from the time he learned that the number of new students who signed up was so large, Fang An knew that the vast majority of these new students had never seen blood.

Participating in the freshman battle is more like joining in the fun, thinking that you can win some cultivation resources.

Although the White Turin Division Academy is called an academy, it is definitely not a peaceful place to study, and the law of the jungle is even more naked than the outside world.

"When the time comes, the students of the second round of battles are ready to take the stage, first of all, the one hundred and thirty-first trainee······"

Seeing that half an hour had passed, the academy deacon in front of Fang An picked up the list again and said.

At the same time, the other college deacons also began to take the roll call for the students to prepare for the ring.

Compared with the first round, the students watching the battle under the ring were lively, and there were some cheers from time to time, and this round of the battle was undoubtedly much quieter.

The blood stains in the ring that had not yet dried up were stimulating the nerves of these new students all the time.

Therefore, at the beginning of this round, a small number of students directly gave up the competition and did not even go to the ring.

If you give up the battle, you will be eliminated at most, and then you will lose half of the cultivation resources for the next month, and if you go up to fight, you may lose your life.

Those students who endured fear and came to the stage were also a little trembling, and if they found that the opponent's cultivation was higher than their own, or they were holding spiritual weapons, they would basically admit defeat directly.

So the second round of the battle has not yet been fought, and it has directly ended part of it.

Perhaps because of this, there were no more deaths in the second round.

When the second, third, and fourth rounds are over, the fifth round is the time for Fang An to play.

"The fifth round of battles began, and the students were ready to go to the ring, the thirty-first ring: the four hundred and thirty-one student Zhou Ji, and the one thousand and twenty-sixty-fifth student Fang An. ”

Fang An heard the deacon of the academy call his name, so he jumped directly into the ring.

At the same time, there was also a somewhat skinny teenager who also jumped into the ring.

Fang An's figure was already a little thin among his peers, and his height could only be averaged, but this Zhou Ji's height was a head shorter than Fang An, and he looked more like thirteen or fourteen years old.

Fang An looked at his opponent, his spiritual sense was naturally strong, and his cultivation was higher than that of the other party, so he could easily see through the cultivation of this student named Zhou Ji, who was in the late stage of the Enlightenment Realm, and had already touched the edge of the Void Spirit Realm.

With the arrival of the other four rings, the deacon of the academy finished verifying the identities of everyone and said, "The battle begins." ”

The deacon's voice fell, and the spiritual power in Fang An's body boiled, and the cultivation in the middle of the void spirit realm was revealed.

As Fang An's spiritual power operated, Zhou Ji instantly felt Fang An's cultivation clearly, and his face couldn't help but change.

Fang An was still standing there, and after using his spiritual power, he didn't make any more moves, he was waiting for Zhou Ji to admit defeat on his own.

Zhou Ji looked at Fang An, who was empty-handed, gritted his teeth, and then made up his mind, clasped his fists and saluted Fang An: "Zhou Ji, please advise seniors." ”

Although he was admitted to the hospital at the same time as Fang An, Zhou Ji's cultivation was lower than Fang An's, so there was no problem in calling Fang An a senior.

Fang An didn't expect Zhou Ji to dare to make a move, because many of the students in front of him basically directly admitted defeat when facing opponents whose cultivation was higher than their own.

"Could it be because seeing that I am bare-handed and have no spiritual weapons, I think I can't kill him instantly?" Fang An thought to himself.

"Ice Palm!"

At this time, Zhou Ji was already close to Fang An's side, his left hand glowed with a white light, emitting bursts of cold air, and slapped his palm between Fang An's chest and abdomen.

Fang An blocked it casually, and Zhou Ji's ice palm fell on Fang An's right arm, useless.

Seeing this, Zhou Ji immediately changed his move, and his right palm turned into a palm knife and slashed at Fang An's left waist again.

The two of them exchanged fists, and they had already fought several times in an instant.

Zhou Ji's cold ice palm was obviously only cultivated after entering the academy, although it was still a little rusty, but it was not bad, and Fang An's arms were soon wrapped in a thick ice shell.

"Frost Scales Rain!"

Zhou Ji was swept away by Fang An's punch, took two steps back, and pushed forward with both palms together, and many tiny snake-scale ice blades erupted from his palms and smashed towards Fang An's head and face.

"It seems that this man's spirit is the same as Li Gu's. ”

Seeing Zhou Ji's natural powers, Fang An realized this.

It's just that compared to Li Gu's frost scale blade rain, Zhou Ji's trick is too shabby. Not to mention the small size of the ice blades, the number was too small, and the attack range could only barely cover most of Fang An's body.

With Fang An's speed, he could easily dodge the attack of the Frost Scale Rain, but Fang An didn't choose to dodge. As soon as the spiritual power turned, the collapse fist was hidden, and the ice layer of his arms was instantly shattered by Fang An, and under Fang An's deliberate control, countless broken ice blocks erupted in the face of the frost scale blade rain.

There was a "bang" sound in the air, which was the sound of crushing ice and ice blades colliding.

Fang An's spiritual power filled his body, resisting the ice blade that slipped through the net. Zhou Ji was miserable, and he was smashed and scurryed.

The spiritual power of the Enlightenment Realm cannot be released externally, and it can only protect the body from serious injuries.

After the ice settled, Fang An still stood in place, with no intention of continuing to shoot, but Zhou Ji was quite embarrassed.

"Thank you, senior, I admit defeat. ”

Zhou Ji saw that Fang An hadn't even moved his footsteps from beginning to end, and he hadn't even used his innate supernatural powers and spiritual skills much, how could he not understand how much Fang An had reserved his hand for him, and couldn't help but be grateful.

Of course, Fang An kept his hand, he didn't have the idea of killing Zhou Ji, otherwise Zhou Ji would be deprived of Fang An's life and contaminated by the first move, and he would be burned into a dried corpse by the black flames within two breaths.

"The battle is over, Fang Ansheng is victorious. The deacon of the academy spoke after hearing Zhou Ji admit defeat, and then recorded the results.

After hearing the words of the deacon of the academy, Fang An walked directly out of the ring, leaving Zhou Ji with a cold back, and he was sighing in his heart.

"I also have the day when I take cultivation as a bully!"