Astral Apostle

Chapter 272: Selected As The Core (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Just as Zhou Jing was thinking, Wu Fan moved.

Swish!

The ground under the two of them shook, creating circles of dust.

Wu Fan’s vision was blurry from the blow. His free hand quickly let go of the hilt of the saber and protected the back of his head, enduring the blow.

At this moment, Zhou Jing suddenly retracted his fist, pressed Wu Fan’s body, and rolled to the side.

Wu Fan’s wrist was almost broken by this move. He could not help but let go of the saber in pain, and the weapon in his hand was snatched away by Zhou Jing.

Having gotten a saber, as he rolled, Zhou Jing picked up the other saber that Wu Fan had let go of.

The moment he finished rolling and before he could get up, his legs suddenly kicked out, the explosive power within like a cannonball.

Without the pressure on his back, Wu Fan was about to get up when he was kicked hard in the back, eating a fully powered blow at his ribs!

Bang! Bang!

Wu Fan lost control and was sent flying more than ten meters away. He landed on the ground with a bang and rolled a few times before sliding to the edge of the arena.

He spat out a mouthful of stomach acid. The pain was so intense that he could not maintain his cold expression. His face was slightly distorted, and he felt as if his entire row of ribs had been broken.

On the other side, Zhou Jing flipped over and stood up with two blades in his hands.

“Skills are dead, but humans are alive. Imitation is just imitation. If you can’t truly master it, once you encounter the opponent’s multiple adaptations in actual combat, you might not be able to resolve it with just imitation skills. You’re still far from perfecting it.”

“I haven’t lost yet…”

Wu Fan held his ribs and stood up with difficulty. He gritted his teeth and assumed a fighting posture. His fists emitted a blurry light, as if he still had some abilities that he had yet to use.

However, in the next moment, Zhou Jing’s figure suddenly enlarged in his eyes.

Whoosh!

Zhou Jing instantly approached, his speed even faster than before. It was almost impossible to react.

The surroundings seemed to have suddenly darkened. The two bright lightning bolts that were about to burst out of Zhou Jing’s eyes became the only color in Wu Fan’s vision.

The two blades stirred up a violent wind as they slashed side by side, heavily striking Wu Fan’s abdomen.

Peng!

The muffled sound overlapped, and the impact was so strong that a shockwave spread out with their figures as the center.

“You’re indeed… impressive.”

Wu Fan’s face turned purple as he forced himself to finish speaking. The whites of his eyes then rolled back as he fell back into the arena.

The medical staff waiting at the side hurriedly came up to treat him, but realized that Wu Fan had only suddenly fainted from the force. His injuries were not serious.

Zhou Jing took a few glances before walking back to the middle of the arena and secretly exhaling.

“Phew, this person is quite powerful… An imitation ability? It should be considered something like having the aptitude of a martial arts genius. His potential is astonishing. The battles he experienced in the beginning are limited, so perhaps he’s not strong enough, but the more he fights, the stronger he becomes. If I give him enough chances to learn and grow through imitation, it won’t be so easy to take him down.”

Zhou Jing secretly took this seriously. Wu Fan… was definitely someone with potential.

He composed himself and put away his thoughts. His two blades hung to the ground as he looked down at the stage and asked, “Is anyone else coming up?”

There was silence.

This time, no one wanted to challenge him.

Many of the new students gulped, no longer looking down on him. They were only filled with reverence.

Even a Class S was easily defeated. Although it was not an instant kill, it was still a complete suppression.

This series of smooth close combat skills made everyone intoxicated, but also shocked and afraid.

It seemed that… even among the special candidates, this Zhou Jing was also an extremely strong person.

This was especially true for his close combat ability. Compared to freshmen like them, he was undoubtedly an expert among experts. He could completely crush them as though they were children… In terms of close combat, no one felt that they could match Zhou Jing.

Even with the same physical fitness and skills, those supers seemed to be inferior to him in combat.

Seeing that no one accepted the challenge, Zhou Jing left the stage. Unless he wanted to challenge someone, he probably would not have to go on stage again.

As soon as he got off the stage, Tang Liu came over. He stood on his tiptoes and patted Zhou Jing’s shoulder with a “well done” expression.

“Not bad, not bad. Although you’re still inferior to me, you’re already very powerful. I hereby officially promote you. From now on, you’re the number one general under me!”

“…Then I’m really happy.”

Zhou Jing glanced at him strangely, at a loss for words.

He did not know if he should say that this young man did not know his limits or that he was too confident.

Besides, could it be that you still have someone else under you? Isn’t it just me who likes to tease you…

Shaking his head, Zhou Jing did not dampen the young man’s interest. He casually responded and sat at the side to watch the battle.

In the following sparring session, he did not go on stage again and observed the abilities of the others below the stage.

He also took a look at the superpowers of the other special candidates.

As for the other freshmen’s plans to challenge the special candidates, a few of them succeeded. The ones they won were all the special electors who were ranked at the bottom.

From the day to the afternoon, almost everyone was exhausted. The internal sparring was finally over. Li Yun led the mentor team down from the viewing platform and gathered everyone around to announce the results.

“Everyone’s performance today is not bad. We have gathered your actual combat information and made an evaluation. The spots for the arena and team competition have been decided.”

As he spoke, Li Yun displayed a virtual screen with the names of 50 people on it.

Everyone hurriedly squeezed forward to find their names.

Zhou Jing also took a look and quickly saw himself in the name list of the arena.

Li Yun looked around before his gaze landed on Zhou Jing.

“In addition, the mentor team has decided to let Ding Qiu, Tang Liu, Wu Fan, Feng Xulei, and Zhou Jing be the core of the competition. Our tactics will revolve around them.”

Hearing this, everyone looked at the five of them with envy and reverence.

Zhou Jing nodded to himself. Other than him, the other four were all Class S.

On the stage, Deng Yunjie and the other leaders shook their heads and laughed. They looked at Zhou Jing and teased him softly,

“I didn’t expect to really let a Class B serve as the core. This is a first in the history of the Faculty.”

“Heh, I hope the other faculties won’t be shocked by him.”