Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen: The New Champion

After resting for two hours, the final match finally began. Jianchen and Tietower simultaneously stepped onto the stage, standing ten meters apart in silence.

Around the stage, over a thousand students had gathered, completely surrounding the stage without a single gap.

Jianchen looked at Tietower with a faint smile, praising him, "Tietower, I didn't expect you to be so strong, to have made it to the final match."

Hearing Jianchen's words of praise, Tietower's face turned slightly red, and he even showed a hint of embarrassment. Despite this, the excitement in his eyes was clear. He smiled thickly and said, "Changyang Xiangtian, you are also very strong."

Jianchen stretched his limbs and smiled faintly, "Tietower, this is the last battle. The new champion of this year's freshmen tournament will be decided between us. This time, you must use your full strength. If you defeat me, you will become the new champion. The third-grade magic core you will receive is worth at least several hundred purple gold coins, enough to support your parents for the rest of their lives."

Hearing this, Tietower's eyes burned with enthusiasm, and he nodded fiercely, "Changyang Xiangtian, I will definitely use my full strength. You must be careful."

Jianchen nodded slightly and smiled, "I'm not that easy to defeat."

"Bang!"

At that moment, the bell signaling the start of the match suddenly rang. As soon as the bell sounded, Tietower took a step forward and quickly rushed towards Jianchen. When he reached Jianchen, Tietower quickly extended his hands to grab Jianchen, intending to use his innate strength to lift Jianchen and throw him off the stage.

Jianchen smiled slightly. He was already familiar with Tietower's move. In the previous matches, Tietower had always started with this move. Once caught, it would be very difficult to break free.

Jianchen took a small step back, easily dodging Tietower's hands. Then, he formed a fist with his right hand and punched Tietower's chest with eighty percent of his strength.

Jianchen's punch was very fast, and the timing was perfect, leaving Tietower no time to dodge.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, Jianchen's fist hit Tietower's chest solidly. However, the next moment, Jianchen's expression changed slightly, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise. He felt that his punch was not hitting a person but a very hard wall. Tietower's body was incredibly strong, almost beyond reason.

The powerful force from Jianchen's punch made Tietower stagger back a few steps, but he quickly regained his footing. He roared and rushed towards Jianchen again, raising his fist to strike Jianchen's chest. Jianchen's punch, which contained eighty percent of his strength, did not cause any injury to Tietower.

Jianchen's face gradually showed a hint of excitement. He looked at Tietower's approaching fist and did not dodge. Instead, he punched back with full strength, using all ten layers of his power.

The two fists collided in mid-air, producing a dull sound that was clearly heard by the many students below the stage.

The two fists touched and immediately separated. Jianchen was forced to retreat quickly, stopping only after retreating ten meters. His right hand was trembling, clearly showing that he had suffered a significant disadvantage in the direct confrontation, even though his body, which had been tempered by holy power, was far superior to that of his peers.

In contrast, Tietower only took two steps back, his face as usual, showing no signs of injury.

Jianchen rubbed his slightly swollen right hand. After these two confrontations, he realized that it was unwise to engage in a direct confrontation with Tietower. Tietower was not only incredibly strong but also had an almost unbelievable physical strength. If they continued to clash directly, even someone a class above Tietower might not be his match. The only way to win was through speed.

"Tietower, your strength has exceeded my expectations. I will use my full strength from now on," Jianchen said as he stepped forward, smiling faintly.

Tietower laughed and said, "Come on, Changyang Xiangtian, you can't hurt me." His tone was full of strong confidence.

Jianchen did not waste any more words. When he was only five to six meters away from Tietower, he suddenly changed his steps, moving in a mysterious and strange pattern. His body moved left and right at an incredible speed, suddenly appearing behind Tietower. Before Tietower could react, Jianchen's fists were already striking Tietower's back relentlessly.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" ...

Dull sounds continuously echoed from the stage, dense and continuous. Under the strong impact, Tietower's body was forced to move forward uncontrollably. He had no time to turn around.

"Roar!"

Tietower roared, struggling to stabilize his body. He quickly turned around and swung his fists towards Jianchen.

Just as Tietower's fists were about to hit, Jianchen lightly leaped, jumping two meters high, and easily dodged Tietower's fists. In the air, Jianchen kicked Tietower with both legs, each kick carrying powerful force, causing Tietower to retreat continuously.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" ...

Jianchen kicked Tietower more than ten times before landing on the ground. By then, Tietower's face was already bruised and swollen, with black and blue marks all over.

After landing, Jianchen did not stop. He spun on the spot, bending his legs, and swept Tietower's legs with his right leg in a 180-degree rotation at incredible speed.

"Bang!"

Tietower fell to the ground, but he immediately got up and roared, rushing towards Jianchen again.

Jianchen and Tietower engaged in another intense battle. Due to Tietower's innate strength and incredibly sturdy body, after two direct confrontations, Jianchen realized that it was unwise to engage in a direct clash. Therefore, in the following battle, Jianchen relied on his agile movements and speed to fight Tietower. Although Tietower's body was very strong, the repeated attacks on the same parts of his body made Tietower extremely uncomfortable, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

The situation was one-sided. Relying on his speed and combat experience from his previous life, Jianchen made Tietower only able to cover his head and flee. Although Tietower occasionally tried to counterattack, his attacks could not even touch Jianchen, let alone hit him.

This scene greatly surprised the many students watching from below. Whether it was Jianchen's movements or his speed, they far exceeded the norm, making the thousands of students below watch with great interest and broadened horizons.

On the main stage, Bai En also looked at Jianchen with admiration, muttering, "This kid is not simple. His combat experience is so rich, and his speed is not slow. He seems to be called Changyang Xiangtian. From his name, he seems to be from the Changyang Manor in Luo'er City. I should report to the dean later."

After a moment, Tietower could no longer endure and shouted, "Stop, stop, no more, I give up, I surrender!"

Jianchen stopped chasing Tietower and looked at him with a smile, "Why are you giving up?"

Tietower rubbed the red and swollen parts of his body, looking at Jianchen pitifully, and said dejectedly, "You are too fast. I can't even see you, let alone hit you. You are the one hitting me all the time."

Jianchen smiled slightly, "Are you giving up the first place just like that?" Although Jianchen did not hold back against Tietower, Tietower's thick skin and strong body meant he had not suffered much damage.

Tietower nodded and said in a thick voice, "I can't beat you. I don't want the first place. Second place is also good. A second-grade magic core can also sell for a lot of money."

After that, Jianchen and Tietower left the stage. The third place was decided between Zhong Kadi Liang and Tianmu Xiong. After a fierce battle, Tianmu Xiong won the third place.

After the top three places were decided, Jianchen was called to the main stage. Vice Dean Bai En came to Jianchen, looked at him with admiration, and then looked at the thousands of students below, announcing, "Students, this year's freshmen tournament has officially ended. I now announce that the new champion of this year's freshmen tournament, with eight layers of holy power, is Changyang Xiangtian."

As soon as Vice Dean Bai En finished speaking, a loud applause echoed from below the stage. However, when they heard that the new champion had only eight layers of holy power, many freshmen who had reached nine layers of holy power felt不服 (unfair), but that was all. After all, they had all witnessed Jianchen's strength, and in the face of his speed that made them dizzy, it was difficult for them to dodge.

"This year's freshmen are really useless. In the presence of so many freshmen with nine layers of holy power, a kid with only eight layers of holy power managed to become the new champion. It's really embarrassing."

"Yes, today's freshmen are really useless. Not only is the new champion a person with eight layers of holy power, but the second place, a black-skinned kid, also has only eight layers of holy power. I wonder what those freshmen with nine layers of holy power are for."

Two senior students in the crowd were discussing, their tone filled with ridicule for the freshmen with six layers of holy power.

Hearing their words, another senior student standing nearby said, "You can't say that. It's not that the freshmen with nine layers of holy power are weak, but that the two freshmen with only eight layers of holy power are too strong. The second-place black-skinned kid is incredibly strong. Didn't you see that several freshmen with nine layers of holy power were thrown off the stage by him? If it were us, we might not be able to do that. As for the first-place freshman, his strength is even more terrifying. Didn't you notice that his speed in dodging and attacking is very fast? Even if we went up, it would be difficult for us to dodge."

Besides them, many other senior students were also discussing. They had been in the academy for several years and were very surprised by the final results of this year's freshmen tournament. Many of this year's freshmen had reached the ninth layer of holy power, but unexpectedly, two of the top three places were taken by freshmen with only eight layers of holy power.

After that, on the main stage, Jianchen received a third-grade magic core as a reward. This third-grade magic core was dark red and slightly larger than the first-grade magic core given to him by his brother, Changyang Hu.

Holding it in his hand, Jianchen clearly felt the powerful energy hidden within the magic core. Although this energy was insignificant compared to the true qi of his previous life, for the current Jianchen, it was a vast amount of energy.

In addition to the magic core, Jianchen also received a medal. The medal was made entirely of gold and had unique patterns engraved on it.

In Jianchen's memory, the reward did not include this medal, so he did not know its specific use. However, just as he was puzzled, Vice Dean Bai En, standing next to him, explained, "This medal is only given to the first-place winner of each tournament. As long as you have this medal, you can receive an additional first-grade magic core every month in the academy. In addition, you can freely enter the first five floors of the academy library."

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