Rebirth of the Strongest Seventh Prince

Saint Violet was in a state of excitement today, because the annual academy martial arts competition that everyone had been looking forward to for a long time had officially begun. Thirty-six arenas had been set up in the huge academy square since yesterday.

Nearly 20,000 teachers and students of Saint Violet gathered here to participate in the opening ceremony of the college martial arts competition. On the high stage, the dean Xiao Xingtian was looking at the students below with a smile, and said loudly: "Dear students, this year is the 260th anniversary of the establishment of our Saint Violet, and the annual college martial arts competition has been held 198 times so far. I can solemnly tell you that it is your pride to be able to enter Saint Violet, and those who can break into the top 32 of the martial arts competition, your future is infinitely bright, even if you don't find a job for yourself, the court will find you and give you an important task!"

"Do you know General Zhao Yansheng? He is your senior. He won the championship of the college martial arts competition fifteen years ago. He also participated in the martial arts competition for the younger generation of the eight empires and won third place. When he graduated, the country directly arranged for him to join the army. In just twenty years, he has become the empire's leading general, with an army of 100,000 under his command. His own strength has reached the level of a sword saint!"

The voice of Xiao Xingtian spread throughout the entire square through the magic speakers, and there was an immediate sensation in the audience. The name of General Zhao Yansheng was known to almost everyone in the State of Chu, and his deeds were even more widely known. One must know that Zhao Yansheng was a general who came from a poor family, and the reason he could achieve such achievements was entirely due to his own sweat.

Ten years ago, the monster tide in the Monster Forest broke out ahead of schedule, attacking the border town with lightning speed, and the border guards were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties. If tens of thousands of monsters were allowed to enter the heartland of Chu, it would be a disaster. At the critical moment, General Zhao Yansheng arrived and led the 5,000 remaining troops at the border to stop the beast tide. At that time, he successfully broke through the Sword Saint and became the fourth person in Chu to break through the tenth level before the age of forty. Relying on the power of the tenth level, he killed more than a dozen ninth-level monsters and successfully held back two holy beasts. At the cost of losing his left arm, he successfully bought time for the arrival of reinforcements.

These deeds were almost known to every household in the State of Chu, but not many people knew that General Zhao Yansheng was a descendant of Saint Violet, a champion in a martial arts competition, and a man who had won glory for the country in the contest among the eight empires.

Zhao Yansheng! Chu Lingfeng silently memorized this name in his heart. This is a person worthy of respect.

The martial arts competition officially began with Xiao Xingtian's announcement.

The thirty-six huge arenas were immediately packed with people. Due to the lack of arenas, Ouyang Zhenping's match was scheduled for the third round. Chu Lingfeng was sitting next to arena number seven with Xia Xinling. Xia Xinling's match was in the first round. Her opponent was a sophomore named Yang Yun. The match was about to start in a few minutes.

"Girl, your opponent is not weak. I heard he is a fifth-level wind magician. You must be careful of the wind blades. If you accidentally get your face cut, this prince will be heartbroken!"

Chu Lingfeng stretched out his hand to touch Xia Xinling's face, but the girl dodged it gently, which made him feel a little puzzled.

A trace of disgust flashed across Xia Xinling's face, which disappeared in the blink of an eye. She said lightly: "Your Highness is thoughtful. Xinling can handle it!" In fact, the reason why Xia Xinling participated in the college martial arts competition was to get rid of Chu Lingfeng. Once she could make it into the top 32, she could transfer to other grades and get rid of the entanglement of a certain playboy.

Xia Xinling didn't know that as a prince, Chu Lingfeng also had the freedom to be transferred to any grade at will. Besides, Chu Lingfeng's magic had already broken through to the sixth level. He wouldn't learn anything in the first grade, so he might as well go to a higher grade.

A moment later, the audience burst into thunderous applause, the sound was so loud that Chu Lingfeng was caught off guard. His ears immediately started buzzing and he couldn't help but curse inwardly, why were they shouting so loudly? It wasn't like they were looking for a bride.

Xia Xinling's opponent Yang Yun also walked onto the stage. Although Yang Yun's appearance was good, it was far inferior to Xia Xinling's. He was wearing a green magic robe and holding a magic wand in his hand, a typical magician's attire.

Yang Yun looked around for a while and then the gong sounded, and the competition officially began.

Xia Xinling took a deep breath and walked up to the ring slowly. She was wearing a white magic robe today, which did not cover her head and her fair and slender neck. Her clothes were fluttering, her skin was as white as snow, and she was so beautiful that she looked like a fairy from the ninth heaven who had fallen into the mortal world. People felt pity for her and awe at the same time. After all, those who dared to go up to the ring were not ordinary people. Of course, Ouyang

When Xia Xinling saw the other person's appearance far better than hers and the cheers from the boys in the audience, a trace of jealousy flashed across her face, and she said, "Yang Yun from Class 3, Grade 2, please give me some advice! You are a freshman, right? You are brave enough to participate in the martial arts competition right after entering the academy, but you are still a little naive. If I use too much force later, please forgive me!"

Xia Xinling frowned slightly and said coldly: "Xia Xinling from Class 1, Grade 1, I'd like to meet Senior Sister Yang Yun. Please give me some advice!"

Seeing that both players had greeted each other, the instructor and referee on the side of the stage immediately struck the gongs and drums and shouted: The game begins!

Xia Xinling and Yang Yun quickly retreated and distanced themselves from each other. This was the most basic common sense for a magician in combat; they must not let the opponent get close to them.

"Omnipresent wind spirit, under the contract with the wind spirit, please obey my command and come out, my wind blade technique!"

"Omnipresent water spirit, under the contract of the water spirit, please obey my command and come out, my frost ball!"

The comb-shaped wind blade collided with the fist-sized blue ice ball in mid-air and exploded, with ice flowers flying everywhere, which was strangely beautiful in the sunlight.

This was just a tentative attack by both sides, nothing to see, but the boys in the audience cheered, and Chu Lingfeng even called him "idiot".

The real contest began next. Yang Yun was seen shaking his magic wand up and down with a solemn look on his face, chanting, "O omnipresent wind element, under the contract with the God of Wind, turn the virtual into the real, condense into shape, come out, my giant wind wolf!" A giant green wolf slowly emerged in front of Yang Yun. The giant wolf was ten feet long and half a foot high, and its grim eyes stared coldly at Xia Xinling who was not far away.

Xia Xinling's magic also began to take shape, "O omnipresent water element, under the contract with the water god, in the call of the ancient times, awaken, my frost dragon!" A two-meter-long ice dragon appeared in front of Xia Xinling, proudly staring at the giant wind wolf not far away.