Looking at the list of matches appearing in the sky, Zhang Yu thought, “The final round… as expected, it’s a competition of individual strength.”

“Thirty contestants have been matched up in one-on-one battles.”

“Today’s first round will determine 15 winners out of the 30 contestants.”

“In the second round, of these 15 winners, one will get a bye, and the remaining 14 will battle to determine 7 qualifiers.”

“In the third round, the 8 remaining will face off in pairs, deciding 4 winners.”

“Then come the semifinals and the finals… where the strongest of the Ten Great Leagues will be decided in a final one-on-one.”

“To ensure the contestants’ condition and allow for healing and repairs, there will be a week of rest after each round of matches.”

Observing the process and rules, Zhang Yu mused, “Pure, unrestricted combat… this is truly a rare traditional competition method in Kunxu.”

“A week of rest is a huge advantage for me. If I can make it to the finals, that means I’ll have an additional four weeks.”

At the same time, Zhang Yu had already seen his opponent for the first round.

Ling Pojun from Xianbing University thought to himself, “It’s Zhang Yu? This should be the best opponent I could have gotten in this round.”

Although Zhang Yu had proven his overall strength was considerable through a series of matches, in Ling Pojun’s view… it depended on who he was being compared to.

Compared to other opponents in this round, such as Kuang Tianqing, Yan Xiang, Zang Shenyu, and Tian Shengong… Zhang Yu’s strength seemed very approachable.

Especially the power Zhang Yu displayed: in the first match, it was based on civil engineering techniques; in the second, he gained an advantage through aquaculture, and then, by collaborating with Ying Zhoufan from Hualong, he surpassed Jiutian Liu in displacement speed.

“Currently, it seems Zhang Yu’s strength requires prior preparation to be effective. In the upcoming one-on-one battles, he has absolutely no advantage.”

“But equally, I am probably the best opponent Zhang Yu could have met in this round.”

Ling Pojun knew that the finals and semifinals were too far-fetched for him.

The main reason he made it into the final 30 was because he was selected into the team with Zang Shenyu, Tian Shengong, Ye Xingli, and Xu Haixuan in the relay race.

“If I can defeat Zhang Yu and seize this last wave of popularity, I’ll be satisfied.”

As for whether he could win the next round, that was no longer in Ling Pojun’s consideration, or rather, he hadn’t even thought about winning another round. At this moment, “defeating Zhang Yu,” “achieving such a victory in a solo match,” and “grabbing the last wave of traffic” were Ling Pojun’s only thoughts.

With the desire and determination for victory, Ling Pojun, like the other 29 contestants, was enveloped by divine power and shot into the sky, distributed among 15 different battlefields on the floating islands.

These randomly distributed battlefields featured various environments: jungles, deserts, snowfields, oceans, and so on.

The two matched contestants would engage in a battle on a battlefield with a 10-kilometer radius.

Crashing onto the ground with a bang, Ling Pojun landed in a hilly area.

Almost the instant he fell, he sprang up and sprinted forward.

In his eye sockets, dotted lines marked Zhang Yu’s recent fall direction.

“Zhang Yu’s characteristic is that the longer he prepares, the stronger his combat power can be.”

“He must be rushing to set up constructions now, trying to arrange a large formation to counter me.”

“I can’t give him this chance…”

“The outcome of this battle between us will likely be determined by how quickly I reach him.”

Just as Ling Pojun was charging ahead furiously, constantly accelerating to reach Zhang Yu as quickly as possible, he saw a torrent rushing towards him.

A flood, like a giant dragon soaring, swept in, and at its crest stood Zhang Yu, clad in the Bishui Jinjing Jia.

At the same time, a large amount of water vapor in the air was continuously being condensed by the Bishui Jinjing Jia, further wildly expanding the volume of the flood.

“Hmm?” Ling Pojun was startled to see this scene and shouted, “Zhang Yu, I can’t believe a mere civil engineering brat like you dares to come at me head-on for a decisive battle?”

Insulting his opponent through his civil engineering background, seizing on this perceived flaw, was a topic Ling Pojun had prepared long ago, and he believed it would surely gain public approval.

Next, Ling Pojun planned to launch another attack on the topic of Zhang Yu’s discrimination against Yaoyi to further gain popularity.

But in the face of Ling Pojun’s insult, Zhang Yu, standing at the crest of the wave, merely smiled faintly and looked at Ling Pojun, saying, “Typical Jihu person, Jihu logic.”

Ling Pojun paused slightly, sensing the contempt in the other’s tone, and said coldly, “What do you mean?”

Zhang Yu smiled faintly and said, “This world is divided into two kinds of people: one is the Jihu people, and the other is the Wandao people.”

“Jihu people attend Jihu schools, use Jihu artifacts, learn Jihu cultivation methods, achieve Jihu results, and thus possess your kind of Jihu thinking.”

As a student of Xianbing University, although Ling Pojun had always been a user of the Jihu brand, he also knew that the Jihu brand was deliberately smeared and belittled in other schools.

And at this moment, although Zhang Yu’s words did not explicitly state it, in Ling Pojun’s view… it was clearly using the word “Jihu” as a derogatory adjective.

At the same time, Ling Pojun suddenly reacted, thinking to himself, “This guy… is he creating controversy and stirring up hype? While I’m treating him as prey, he’s also treating me as prey.”

Ling Pojun opened his mouth and shouted, “Jihu combines high-tech with affordable prices; it’s the most cost-effective brand. If you keep deliberately slandering it, be careful you don’t get sued!”

“Oh? Did I slander anything?” Zhang Yu said indifferently, “Isn’t your school a Jihu school? Don’t you have Jihu thinking?”

“You motherf—” Ling Pojun felt as if the other person was insulting him, but as a student of Xianbing University, where the entire school were Jihu fans, he couldn’t think of any words to refute the other party.

So Ling Pojun simply roared, charging violently towards Zhang Yu, wanting to shift the topic with battle.

With a thunderous crash, the torrent controlled by the Bishui Jinjing Jia violently collided with Ling Pojun, transforming the entire battlefield into an underwater world.

And Ling Pojun immediately engaged in a fierce battle with Zhang Yu in this underwater world.

Soon… Ling Pojun discovered more and more fish shadows appearing in the torrents.

He saw in layers of bloody water, numerous fish-shaped Yaoshou twisting and swelling, rapidly growing, then simultaneously biting towards Ling Pojun.

“So fast? So many?” Ling Pojun was inwardly surprised, “I heard Zhang Yu has been acquiring large quantities of Yaoxue recently; it seems this is what it’s for.”

With a powerful strike, Ling Pojun killed a large number of fish Yao, but was astonished to find that as Zhang Yu’s Tiandi Huaijie Wuxing Xinbing activated, streaks of light emanated from the fish corpses, turning them into temporary magic artifacts, like flying swords, swimming in the torrent.

The fish Yao continuously multiplied and grew in number.

And even if they were killed, they would become materials for Tiandi Huaijie Wuxing Xinbing, transforming into temporary flying swords.

These temporary flying swords swam in the underwater world, seemingly turning into dense, continuous schools of fish, constantly pouncing on Ling Pojun.

The surrounding water body, as it continuously expanded, became increasingly turbid and unfathomably deep.

Heavy Disha gravity and water currents wrapped around Ling Pojun’s body, making every action he took require increasingly more strength.

Coupled with the 24 Taihao Shengli flying swords weaving back and forth among the fish schools, poised to strike, Ling Pojun felt even more threatened.

And in places Ling Pojun couldn’t observe, two fish Yao transformed by the “Yaosheng Wanbian Shenjing” moved through the fish schools, secretly stirring up waves and enhancing the power of the torrent.

“Not good!”

Alarm bells rang continuously in Ling Pojun’s mind, sensing the disadvantage of the battle.

“Using Tiankunlun Yishan Shenli combined with Bishui Jinjing Jia to control water, creating a suitable battlefield for himself. In this underwater battlefield, the water will continuously increase my burden of movement, but will become Zhang Yu’s aid.”

“The constantly multiplying fish Yao will attack me while alive, and after dying, they become his refining materials, continuing to attack me.”

“This is a quagmire; the longer I fight him in it, the deeper I sink.”

“Zhang Yu’s various military-grade powers have been perfected and combined by him; he doesn’t need too much preparation to form a combat framework suitable for him.”

“I cannot continue fighting him within his framework…”

Realizing this, Ling Pojun immediately retreated sharply, wanting to escape this underwater world.

But the surrounding water seemed to instantly transform into heavy barriers, constantly hindering his progress from all directions, as if forming an underwater cage.

At the same time, Zhang Yu’s soft cry came from the water.

“Are you running?”

Ling Pojun continued to retreat, not answering.

Zhang Yu said indifferently, “Jihu tactics.”

Ling Pojun gritted his teeth fiercely, and then felt a sword intent lock onto him.

“Wandao sword energy pierces the sky, slashing chaos to reveal the clear heaven…”

The boundless torrent transformed into swirling tornadoes, rushing towards Ling Pojun, intensified by the Disha gravity, firmly entangling his body.

At the same time, the corpses of fish-shaped Yaoshou also aimed at Ling Pojun; their dead fish eyes stared coldly at him, exuding a chillingly sharp aura.

The next moment, Ling Pojun’s figure was engulfed by the myriad fish shadows.

Several minutes later, when the torrent dispersed, only Zhang Yu remained floating in mid-air, holding the bloodied and unconscious Ling Pojun in one hand.

Wanfa University, Zhang Yu wins!

As Zhang Yu carried Ling Pojun, and they were both sent back outside the arena by divine power, he saw that about half of the contestants had already finished their matches and arrived there first.

“I wonder how Ah Zhen and Senior Sister are doing in their matches.”

Just as Zhang Yu was thinking this, his gaze sharpened. He dropped Ling Pojun and approached Ye Xingli.