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"Vice Dean, rest assured, a brat who doesn't know the heights of heaven and depths of earth isn't qualified to take my place," Wang Jie said with a smile.
"Alright, then I will be the referee for your duel. Now, place your bets!" Lin Chaoqun waved his hand and addressed Aotian and Wang Jie.
"Vice Dean, I bet ten thousand Contribution Points and a kowtow as my wager. If I win, Aotian must give me ten thousand Contribution Points and kowtow to apologize," Wang Jie said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chaoqun frowned slightly. The Contribution Points were not an issue, but the kowtow was a bit excessive. A martial artist bowing to their opponent could potentially lead to a mental collapse, making it difficult for them to progress in their martial arts training for life.
Both Wang Jie and Aotian were outstanding students at Xuantian Academy; regardless of who lost, it wouldn't be good news for the academy.
"I accept his wager!" Aotian suddenly said just as Lin Chaoqun was in a dilemma.
Immediately, Lin Chaoqun was taken aback. As he glanced at Aotian, he couldn't help but nod inwardly.
No matter the outcome, Aotian's willingness to accept Wang Jie's bet showed commendable courage. In the path of martial arts, courage is crucial.
Lin Chaoqun also vaguely understood why Aotian had caught the eye of the highly discerning elder.
"Alright! Since both parties have no objections, let's settle on this wager!" Lin Chaoqun nodded in agreement with their duel.
"Wait!" But at that moment, Wang Jie suddenly called out.
"Wang Jie, do you have any other requests?" Lin Chaoqun asked.
"Vice Dean, I suspect that Aotian doesn't even have ten thousand Contribution Points. If he loses in the end and doesn't have that many Contribution Points, what then?" Wang Jie said with a hint of a scheming smile on his face.
Upon hearing Wang Jie’s words, many students began to discuss among themselves.
"Yes, every student becomes an Inner Academy Student, and the academy only awards one thousand Contribution Points as a reward. This Aotian just became an Inner Academy Student yesterday; how could he possibly have that many Contribution Points?"
"Exactly, I think that kid is just trying to play Wang Jie senior. If he insists that he only has one thousand Contribution Points, then Wang Jie senior's efforts would have been in vain."
"Look at that kid's expression; he definitely doesn't have ten thousand Contribution Points..."
On the Dueling Platform, Aotian's expression gradually turned grim. He knew that Wang Jie was deliberately trying to embarrass him. He had just joined Xuantian Academy yesterday; how could he possibly have ten thousand Contribution Points?
"I have ten thousand Contribution Points here; if Aotian loses, I'll pay for him."
Just as the crowd was buzzing with discussion, Snow Qincheng's voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
Immediately, the gazes of many students focused on Snow Qincheng, and waves of astonished voices spread through the crowd:
"The Ice Snow Sword Immortal, ranked ninth in the Inner Courtyard Rankings, actually came here?!"
"I must be hearing things; the Ice Snow Sword Immortal is actually going to pay Contribution Points for that kid?"
"What kind of luck does that kid have to receive the favor of the Ice Snow Sword Immortal?!"
Jealous murmurs arose from the crowd as everyone looked at Aotian on the Dueling Platform with envy.
If looks could kill, Aotian felt as if he were being ruthlessly sliced by countless sharp blades at that moment.
On the opposite side, Wang Jie couldn't help but snort in anger upon hearing Snow Qincheng's words.
He knew that his plan to insult Aotian for not having Contribution Points had been ruthlessly thwarted by Snow Qincheng. As someone ranked ninth in the Inner Courtyard Rankings, it was perfectly normal for Snow Qincheng to have ten thousand Contribution Points; no one would doubt it.
"Kid, since someone has sent Contribution Point to me for you, then go ahead and make your move!" Wang Jie said with his hands behind his back, a look of disdain on his face as he addressed Aotian.
The aura within Aotian began to rise slowly, his gaze sharp like a blade, causing the wide black robe he wore to billow without wind.
Beside them, Lin Chaoqun spoke in a deep voice:
"Since both of you have decided to fight, I won't interfere with your matters. However, you should be aware of the academy's rules: you must not use lethal force! If one side concedes, the other must immediately stop the attack! Anyone who breaks the rules will not escape my wrath as the vice president!"
Both Aotian and Wang Jie couldn't help but feel a slight chill in their hearts and quickly responded respectfully.
Seeing this, Lin Chaoqun nodded slightly. He then walked down from the Dueling Platform, expressionless as he watched the two on stage.
"Kid, after you witness my strength later, you'll definitely regret provoking our Ink Society," Wang Jie sneered at Aotian.
"Big talk is easy for anyone to say. If all you have is your mouth, then there's no need to continue this duel," Aotian replied blandly, his words almost causing Wang Jie to choke in anger.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from Wang Jie, enveloping the entire Dueling Platform.
Feeling the pressure emanating from Wang Jie, Aotian couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
This Wang Jie was indeed worthy of being ranked tenth on the Inner Courtyard Rankings. This aura was likely beyond what an ordinary Half-Step Human Spirit warrior could emit.
Based on Aotian's estimation, Wang Jie had likely refined five or even six layers of Mystical Energy.
"A Half-Step Human Spirit needs to refine ten layers of Mystical Energy to step into the Human Spirit Realm. I wonder how many layers of Mystical Energy you've refined?" Aotian raised an eyebrow and asked calmly.
A hint of pride appeared on Wang Jie's face as he replied:
"There's only six layers of Mystical Energy."
Aotian couldn't help but feel a slight shock upon hearing this; it was indeed as he had expected.
At this moment, Aotian's face was filled with seriousness. A Half-Step Human Spirit warrior who could refine six layers of Mystical Energy possessed terrifying strength. Although he had the Transformation Technique, Soul Power, and Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body, he still wasn't very confident in defeating Wang Jie.
If Wang Jie, ranked tenth, was this formidable, he couldn't imagine how powerful the fourth-ranked Mo Gang and the top three must be.
"Kid, I told you I would make you regret provoking our Mo Association. Now you will pay for your ignorance!"
Wang Jie roared and then kicked off the ground with great force, shooting toward Aotian like an arrow released from a bow.
Aotian slowly exhaled a breath of white mist, and the ice-blue color on his body began to shine like a bright lamp.
Then, Aotian's arms began to move continuously, unleashing fierce energy that enveloped the incoming Wang Jie.
Wang Jie's expression changed. He suddenly clenched his right fist and struck fiercely at the enveloping energy with a crushing momentum…
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