The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 191 - 132: Renwo Kuang! (6200 words) _1

"Li Jingming wins! Contracted Fond Spirits may no longer fight!"

The assistant declared the result. A Savage Beast of Rainbow Light rank immediately intervened in the battlefield, bringing a halt to both sides of the competition.

"Roar!!"

Ignoring the result, the furious Black Ape still wanted to hurl rocks and to bombard the flying Ghost-Faced Moth.

"Roar!!!"

A louder roar resounded as an even stronger Violent Bear appeared behind the Black Ape. It suppressed the Ape with one paw, easily handling it as if a grown man was restraining a child.

"Whimper...Whimper..." (ó﹏ò｡)

The Black Ape lowered its head, yielded submissively, and dared not run rampant anymore.

...

"What a fluid battle! There wasn’t a single dragging moment. It seems that neither Li Jingming nor the Ghost-Faced Moth were injured!"

"Yes! Every single thread and net of Insects utilized had served its purpose!"

"This person thinks meticulously. His opponent was too crude and fought chaotically."

"As a soldier, the contracted Black Ape could have held out longer. Losing within the bat of an eyelashes, it really sucked!"

Whispers continued among the audience seats.

The students who were watching Li Jingming did not exclaim in amazement, but from an objective perspective, they gave a fair evaluation.

Ye Hanjun agreed that this "soldier" indeed lacked rich combat experience.

However, Li Jingming had not gone all out. If he wanted, he could’ve utilised the "Mental Poison Sting" to incapacitate the Black Ape in one move.

It seemed that he did not care about whether or not the audience would exclaim in surprise, nor did he want to bask in their astonishment or adoration.

He simply thought that the spiritual strain of using Mental Poison Sting far exceeded that of other skills and it was not worth using against such an opponent.

He chose "stability" over "flashiness".

His aim was not the present, but to go all out and strive for the best ranking in the top thirty-six.

This second disciple... indeed eased his worries significantly!

Ye Hanjun showed a slight smile of relief. Suddenly he lifted his eyebrows, paused slightly, and his smile intensified.

"Flap, flap, flap, flap~~~~"

The eagle was already flying overhead, about to land.

But just at this moment, the Ghost-Faced Moth flapped its wings hard, creating a strong wind around it.

"Flap, flap, flap, flap!!"

Seconds later, the Moth quieted down and the wind ceased.

Its body size had increased a bit, its wingspan was now 1.8 meters, up from 1.5.

The ghostly pattern imprinted on its wings looked even more terrifying than before. If a toddler saw it, they would cry endlessly.

"Wow..."

There was a sudden silence in the spectator seats.

Then, an uproar erupted. Some female students’ faces turned red with excitement and their eyes sparkled.

"It’s evolved! The Ghost-Faced Moth has actually evolved!"

"We were originally concerned about whether Li Jingming could make it into the top thirty-six, but now, with the Ghost-Faced Moth advancing from Clay Body Perfection to Great Completion, he should surely be among them?!"

Other contestants with a Clay Body Great Completion are still only rated as "candidates for the top thirty-six."

But when it came to Li Jingming, most people instinctively felt that he was certain to advance.

This vague confidence was infectious. Some starry-eyed female students couldn’t help but scream toward the competition area, shouting the names of "Ghost-Faced Moth" or "Li Jingming."

"Little Moth, congratulations."

Li Jingming could hear the cheers pouring into his ears.

But he just smiled faintly, patted the Ghost-Faced Moth’s head, and then followed the eagle towards the preparation area.

...

"Round ten, begin!"

...

"Round eleven, begin!"

...

The competitions concluded for two more rounds, bringing us to the final round.

Because there weren’t enough competitors, only 12 people walked out of the stone gate this round.

But the spectator seats were suddenly silent!

All eyes, including those of Ye Hanjun, focused intensely on one person.

It was a muscular man with a face as dark as a griddle, hair like steel pins, and hands folded across his chest.

His appearance was too striking. The E-level officer was just over two meters tall, yet he was around 2.5 or 2.6 meters, larger than many savage beasts.

Moreover, he had broad shoulders, upright back, and a robust waist... His entire body was muscular. His massive stature, which made him look like a tree with luxuriant foliage, proudly standing there.

Strangely, his eyes were bulging and his lips were bright red. His vitality, like a tiger stirring the wind or a dragon stirring the sea, was innately emitted faintly, complementing his stature perfectly.

"Renwo Kuang? Is he really still alive?!"

"He hasn’t appeared for half a year, everyone thought he died in the wilderness, and yet he’s returned to the academy once again?!"

The sound of people gasping could be heard everywhere.

Hearing those voices, the muscular man sneered.

Wherever his electric gaze swept, the chatter abruptly ceased. Those who were frightened shrunk back, their faces pale, unwilling to speak again for a moment.

"So, you all wished I was dead, huh?"

"Well, that’s too bad. The heavens were unable to annihilate me, and if any of you wished to annihilate me... one punch each, I’ll blow you all apart!"

The voice of Renwo Kuang was rough and arrogant. When his voice rang out, it had the power to shatter mountains and fluctuate clouds.

The audience members nearby felt their ears buzzing and their hearts pounding.

Even spectators a little farther away felt like they were hearing a bell clanging or thunder rolling. They tensed up their muscles instinctively and their expressions became grave.

"He’s been missing for half a year, I bet he’s even stronger than before..."