On the Throne: The King of Black and White

Name: Zhao Shanjun

Class: Class F

Previous ranking: No.12

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Name: Lin Xiao

Class: Class C

Previous ranking: No.382

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Looking at the rankings displayed on the big screen, the audience was talking a lot.

"382 people...is this a problem?"

"AI display bug? Is it actually number 32 or number 38 or something like that...?"

"Why are you talking about bugs? Maybe the senior has enlightened himself this year and turned into a top student in just a few clicks!"

"Damn you, do you think this is a game!?"

"Is the power of martial arts awesome? Have you become stronger by relying on the power of martial arts?"

……

On the north terrace.

Jiang Wenlong tapped the cap of his pen on the file board and looked at the students below with curiosity.

"Principal Zhong, I didn't expect...that there will be children who have made rapid progress this semester?"

"Well…"

The old principal frowned and turned his attention to Ling Sen and Lan Bao.

Ling Sen was sipping hot tea as if he hadn't noticed his gaze, his expression was very leisurely and contented.

As for Lan Bao... she smiled directly at the old principal, full of provocation, but she didn't mean to move her mouth.

He looked like "I know this, so I didn't tell you on purpose!"

"Humph!"

The old principal snorted disdainfully, turned his head, and smiled awkwardly at President Jiang beside him:

"It's a good thing that students are making progress! He will show his strength later, let's watch and learn together!"

The legion cadres at the other table also had faces full of novelty at this time.

To be able to reach the 6A qualifying stage from the end of the crane, this student has made great progress. At least his power and martial arts have reached the level of entanglement.

Maybe it's a good seedling?

Thinking of this, the three cadres suddenly became energetic and even started eating melon seeds a little faster.

In the back row, Li Jingru pouted as she saw her student bumping into Lin Xiao again.

"Why do you feel like this kid and I are naturally at odds with each other~?"

"Fate."

Wu Qinghua stared at the ring and said calmly.

"Bullshit~! I didn't expect that Xiaoqing is also a person who believes in fate..."

Li Jingru put her arms around her shoulders and said with a strange smile: "Come on, come on, push his friend to me, and I will connect with the young man!"

"Well... send me two selfies first, so that he can feel the teacher's girly beauty!"

"No, there's no need..."

Wu Qinghua turned his head, pushed up his glasses, and glanced at his friend inexplicably.

On the left side of the terrace, although the host Zhu Jing's expression was a little strange, she did not forget her responsibilities and worked according to the process.

"Now let's hand over the arena to the contestants, now... the game begins!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the main arena, wanting to see how the "counterattack" junior student showed off his strength.

But unexpectedly, it was not the 382 students who took the offensive stance this time.

Rather, that high-ranking player...

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"drink…!"

Zhao Shanjun, who was carrying a giant hammer, arched his body, and invisible power emerged from his body. He must have completed filling his body with power.

The man clenched his hands into fists, and gray gauze overflowed from his body, covering his limbs with a thin layer.

"Huh..." Zhao Shanjun raised his eyes, looked at his opponent solemnly, and said, "I'm ready!"

"Well, go ahead."

boom--!

The distance between the two sides is fleeting.

Facing the roaring iron fist, Lin Xiao's eyes were calm and he gently raised his left hand.

boom--!

A violent shock wave swept across the arena, and the powerful wind stirred up dust, creating a ring of air on the stage.

The strong fist wrapped with power was caught by the palm, and the intersection between the palm and the fist was covered with a thin dark gray gauze.

Zhao Shanjun's expression showed no surprise, and he began to launch offensives one after another.

The punches, kicks and kicks are like an endless rainstorm, with thunderous power, hitting the opponent mercilessly.

boom!boom!boom!

Terrifying explosions sounded one after another in the ring.

The shock wave caused by the collision of powers was like bursts of grenades, exploding and roaring in the ring.

Compared with other players who were eliminated in the round robin, Zhao Shanjun is much stronger.

He should have played a defensive role, allowing his opponent to fully demonstrate his strength, and finally win the game and eliminate him.

But at this time, he launched an attack. Looking at the power, power and frequency of attacks, he had no intention of holding back.

And the opponent he was bombarding was the ridiculously low-ranked "bad student"...

The audience focused their attention on the defensive student. His footsteps hadn't moved much since just now.

Facing the full attack of the 12th player in his year, he just raised his hands slightly.

Either blocking, making a hard hit, or turning sideways to dodge the attack, there was no sense of urgency on his expression.

Even while defending, he can occasionally fight back to let his opponent show off his footwork and flexibility.

This feeling is very similar to the attitude of those high-ranked players facing low-ranked players just now, and it is even more relaxed.

But the problem is... Zhao Shanjun is not a "weak".

That offensive like a stormy sea, that energy reserve with excellent density and strength, that excellent power usage technique, that turbulent air shock that surged through the entire field, like a violent explosion of gunpowder.

All of them highlight the strength of this player.

As the attacker, Zhao Shanjun is obviously one or two levels stronger than the previous player.

Not to mention juniors, even freshmen and sophomores who don't know much about power weapons can clearly see this.

And the man on the defensive side was able to take on all the attacks of this intensity effortlessly. What was his strength...?

Thinking of this, the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became lively.

"Outrageous, simply outrageous. There is definitely something wrong with this ranking!?"

"Good guy, I thought it was a little white rabbit that was making rapid progress, but it turned out to be a giant dragon that just woke up!?"

"Damn it! That senior Feng Qingyundan's posture is so handsome, I even admire him!"

"No wonder he has to be on the defensive side. Sure enough, the players know the strength of both sides better than we do."

"That Zhao Shanjun is so fierce, I would have been killed with just one punch!"

"Isn't he one of the top five in his class? Rank him with Zhao Shanjun. Does the school's AI calculate based on the principal's hair?"

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On the north terrace, female teacher Zhu Jing's eyes widened in shock.

She turned back and looked at the senior teachers behind her, with confused expressions, as if she was wondering...how are you ranked in your junior year?

Facing the questions from the younger generation, except for a few teachers who were familiar with Lin Xiao, everyone else looked at a loss.

They didn't know this kid was so fierce!

The three corps cadres next door had put away their casual expressions and officially entered working mode.

After registering Zhao Shanjun's information, they kept staring at Lin Xiao. To be precise, they stared at the "part" where he came into contact with the attack.

Before contacting the opponent's attack, this student did not have any power wrapped around him.

But the moment before his physical body "comes into contact", a dark gray film will always appear to block the opponent's attack for him, and then disappear directly.

"This kid is quite skilled in the power of martial arts!"

Stroking his red hair, Flame Beast raised his eyebrows and showed a rather interested smile.

Ghost watched the battle quietly for a while, his handsome face expressionless and his eyes very deep.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and recorded some information.

[Lin Xiao, provisional evaluation: first-class talent, on the same level as the top ten in his year. 】

As for Zi Yao, she had already moved close to Wu Qinghua and started taking pictures of Lin Xiao's student files.

"Tsinghua, what is this kid like?"

"Quite upright."

"Hmm... The strength is up to standard and the character is up to standard. Although he is a man, he looks good."

Zi Yao turned the phone around and said with a sly smile:

"This child should be worthy of fighting for. I will send a group inquiry to the cadres later, and I will say that he is a student taught by you~!"

Wu Qinghua adjusted his glasses and did not answer.

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The main seat on the balcony looked at the fighting that had been going on for a while.

The gray-haired President Jiang removed the tip of his pen and silently flipped through the file in his arms, flipping it from Lin Xiao's page to Zhao Shanjun's page.

While recording, he smiled bitterly at the old principal and said:

"Principal Zhong! Next time there is such a surprise, please remind me that it is quite troublesome to look through the files..."

"..."

The old principal touched his smooth forehead, turned his head, and glared at the junior dean.

"What's going on with this student!? Explain it to me!"

"Well..." Ling Sen supported Bai Xu and said noncommittally: "I only know that he is the new chief of Class C, and I don't know much about the rest..."

The old principal stared at Lan Bao again.

"I'm my tennis partner, and I go play ball with my mother occasionally!"

Lan Bao chuckled and showed his racquet swing.

"...You two bastards!"

Of course the old principal didn't believe it.

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to fight with the two Riddlers.

As a result, this time...

The young man on the field raised his sword sideways, making a beautiful side swing like playing tennis.

boom--!

The side of the sword hit Zhao Shanjun's body, causing a huge shock wave. The strong man hammered and led others, drawing a curve full of arcs.

With two snaps, it fell to the outside of the ring.

"How's it going? Isn't he a good player?"

Old Principal: "..."