The Divine Doctor and Stay-at-home Dad

After You Wanren's momentum was fully unleashed, You Wanren said to Murong Jinghong, "Draw your sword."

Murong Jinghong shook her head. "To deal with you, there is no need to draw my sword."

She did not choose to use the Jinghong Sword. This was the competition within the academy, not a life-and-death fight. The Jinghong Sword was too sharp. Once she failed to control it well, her opponent would either die or be injured.

On the other hand, she had her own pride. Since the other party was unarmed, she did not want to take advantage of him in terms of weapons.

You Wanren was overjoyed. In fact, he just wanted to provoke Murong Jinghong. Both of them had the same cultivation. If Murong Jinghong used the Jinghong Sword, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

"Ice Soul Divine Fist!"

Murong Jinghong threw a punch. Immediately, the temperature of the entire arena dropped by dozens of degrees. The students who were spectating could feel the bitingly cold wind.

For a moment, the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice. A strong force swept away the snowflakes and suddenly rushed toward You Wanren. This was the power of a master at the stage of the Combination Realm.

"Raging Flame Palm!"

With a loud shout, You Wanren also threw a punch. The hot fist wind brought flames along with it and collided with the icy Qi of Murong Jinghong. Clouds of white mist appeared and covered the entire arena.

The Ice Soul Divine Fist and Raging Flame Palm were both common skills taught by teachers of the Tortoise Academy. However, when these two skills were used by them, the power was shocking.

After the two forces collided with each other, there was a muffled bang. Then, the strong wind blew away the fog. It allowed everyone to see the scene in the arena again.

Murong Jinghong and You Wanren were both in their original positions. They looked evenly matched. However, only they knew who was better.

You Wanren's expression became more and more serious. He was at a disadvantage in the fight just now.

After a month of closed-door cultivation, he broke through the bottleneck of the final stage of the Voiding Realm through his own efforts and reached the early stage of the Combination Realm.

However, his method of breaking through was still weaker than that of Murong Jinghong.

Murong Jinghong took the Dragon Power Pill that had extremely powerful Spiritual Energy. What's more, she cultivated on the seventh floor of the pagoda where the Spiritual Qi was much thicker than the outside.

Therefore, in this case, both of them had just broken through to the early stage of the Combination Realm but Murong Jinghong's cultivation was slightly higher than his.

Next, the two of them fought again. This was the battle with the closest strength and the highest cultivation, so it was an extremely nail-biting contest. The onlookers thought it couldn't have been more exciting.

Around them, the cheers were getting louder and louder.

For so many years of the competitions between the North and South Academies, the North Academy had lost five times in a row. Today, the students of the North Academy finally saw a chance to win. Therefore, their emotions surged and their cheers were deafening.

In the beginning, they were well-matched. However, as time went by, Murong Jinghong's advantage became more and more obvious. She gradually gained the upper hand.

After fighting for more than an hour, Murong Jinghong seized an opportunity and threw a punch at You Wanren's chest.

The punch from a person at the stage of the Combination Realm was power-packed. You Wanren immediately flew out of the arena like a bullet.

Fortunately, Murong Jinghong did not use all her strength in this round. She only knocked him out of the arena with this punch. Otherwise, he could have been seriously injured or dead.

You Wanren got up from the ground. He looked at Murong Jinghong in the arena, and then looked at Qin Haodong next to him. His eyes were full of unwillingness.

This defeat meant that he missed the chance to get the title of king. At the same time, he lost the opportunity to defeat Qin Haodong.

However, there was nothing that could be done. Strength was strength. Murong Jinghong's strength was a little higher than his.

"Victory! Jinghong Fairy has finally won! Our North Academy has finally won!"

"Long live Jinghong Fairy! The North Academy will definitely win!"

"What's so great about that? Isn't it just a win? Our strongest Senior Sister Tu Jiaojiao hasn't competed yet…"

Below the arena, the students of the North and South Academies argued with each other. They did not give in to each other.

On the arena, Hai Zhengming announced that Murong Jinghong had won this round. Then, the last student of the South Academy, Tu Jiaojiao, entered the arena.

Tu Jiaojiao was wearing a fiery-red robe today. It made her look even more attractive and eye-catching.

If Murong Jinghong was the Jinghong Fairy of the North Academy, then Tu Jiaojiao was the goddess of the South Academy, the idol of countless men.

Therefore, when she walked onto the arena, the students of the South Academy were very excited. They cheered for their goddess.

On the arena, the two looked at each other and smiled, without the expected anger.

Murong Jinghong said, "Sister Jiaojiao, we haven't fought before. Let's have a good fight today."

Tu Jiaojiao said, "There is no suspense about the result of the competition now. Fighting really doesn't make any sense."

When the students around the arena heard this, they thought that it was Tu Jiaojiao's pride and Tu Jiaojiao thought that she would defeat Murong Jinghong. But in fact, only the two people in the arena knew the real meaning.

Murong Jinghong said, "The result is not important. What's important is the process. We still have to fight."

Tu Jiaojiao made a hand gesture and said, "All right. Do it!"

"Sister Jiaojiao, be careful!" Murong Jinghong cried.

Then, she formed a sword with her fingers and thrust it at the face of Tu Jiaojiao.

She used her fingers as a sword and displayed the Jinghong Sword skill.

Although she didn't use the Jinghong Sword, her fingers were still full of Sword Qi and cold air.

Tu Jiaojiao's fiery red figure flickered lightly as she dodged the Sword Qi. Then, she also used her fingers as a sword and stabbed it toward Murong Jinghong's weak spot.

Murong Jinghong raised her hand and pointed forward. Their Sword Qi collided, which brought an earth-shattering crackle.

This round was even more exciting. First, the two beautiful women were extremely pleasing to the eye. In addition, their cultivation was at the stage of the Combination Realm and their movements were like butterflies flitting through flowers. For a while, people were dazzled.

Yun Qianqian said to Qin Haodong, "Who do you think will win, Sister Jiaojiao or Sister Murong?"

Qin Haodong said, "It should be Tu Jiaojiao. Their cultivation is about the same, but Tu Jiaojiao has a deeper understanding of martial arts."

In the stand, Ouyang Lan said, "Geezer, you're going to lose again!"

Shaking his head, Luo Dongqing smiled. "It's impossible for us to lose. Although Murong Jinghong is a little inferior to Tu Jiaojiao, our grandson-in-law still hasn't competed yet."

Ouyang Lan said, "Is he more powerful than Murong Jinghong?"

She had attacked Qin Haodong twice in a row and knew that Qin Haodong's cultivation was only at the final stage of the Voiding Realm. It was impossible for him to be a match for a person at the stage of the Combination Realm.

Luo Dongqing said, "That boy's movements can't be predicted according to conventional reasoning. You'll understand in a bit."

The two women in the arena fought back and forth until more than 200 moves were exchanged. Suddenly, the fighting figures disappeared and both of them stopped.

At this moment, Murong Jinghong and Tu Jiaojiao were like two immobile statues in the arena. Murong Jinghong's two fingers were pointed at Tu Jiaojiao's throat, about a foot away.

At the same time, Tu Jiaojiao jabbed two of her fingers at the chest of Murong Jinghong, barely an inch away.

This distance represented the difference in strength. If this had been a fight to the death, Tu Jiaojiao would have been able to kill Murong Jinghong first.

Murong Jinghong withdrew her fingers and said, "I lost!"

Tu Jiaojiao only smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

Seeing the scene on the arena, the students below the arena instantly burst into an uproar. The students of the South Academy were cheering and jumping with joy while the students of the North Academy were downcast and disappointed.

Murong Jinghong had already lost. Could it be that they were going to lose six times in a row?

As Hai Zhengming announced that Tu Jiaojiao had won this round, everyone's eyes were focused on the only remaining student in the North Academy, Qin Haodong.

Hai Zhengming said, "Let's invite the last student of the North Academy to compete and determine who is today's king."

Qin Haodong stood up and walked toward the arena step by step. There was no nervousness on his face even before the competition. On the contrary, he had a faint smile on his face.

"Isn't this the new king of our academy this year? He's at most at the stage of the Voiding Realm. How could he be a match for Tu Jiaojiao? It seems that our North Academy will lose this year!"

"That might not be the case. He is the leader of the North Academy team. Logically speaking, his strength should be higher than that of Jinghong Fairy."

"That's impossible! He is just a freshman. How can he be more powerful than Jinghong Fairy? I heard that he has a good relationship with the Little Witch Luo Hongying. I guess that he became the leader just because of Director Luo."

Song Junyu looked at the man in the arena. Only then did she realize that she could not see through him at all. He was like a mystery.

Could it be that his skills were really well-hidden? Was his cultivation really beyond the stage of the Combination Realm?

Wang Zhiliang, who was next to her, felt the same way. When Qin Haodong was chosen as the leader before, he was very dissatisfied.

But up until now, even Murong Jinghong had lost. The hopes of the North Academy were placed on this man. Wang Zhiliang wondered if the man would disappoint all the students of the North Academy!

Seeing Qin Haodong's calm smile, the people of the South Academy were also nervous.

"Who is this person? He actually competed even later than Murong Jinghong. Could it be that his strength is even higher? Is he a hidden trump card of the North Academy?"

"What trump card baloney. I guess that the North Academy had no students to send out. That was why they used him to make up the numbers. In fact, he came into the arena to admit defeat. You didn't see how he smiled. It seemed that he didn't plan on fighting at all."

"Senior Sister Tu Jiaojiao is a master at the stage of the Combination Realm. It will not even take three moves for her to deal with this guy."

You Wanren stood nearby. He looked at Qin Haodong in the arena with hatred in his eyes. Unfortunately, he had no chance to avenge his brother now, not even to stand in the arena with him.

In the stand, Luo Dongqing proudly said, "Our grandson-in-law has made his move. The king this year will definitely belong to the North Academy!"

Ouyang Lan asked, "Are you that confident in him?"

Luo Dongqing gave a strange laugh, "You'll know the result soon!"

Qin Haodong ignored the comments around him. He walked to the center of the arena and smiled at Tu Jiaojiao. "Senior Sister, we meet again so soon!"

Tu Jiaojiao sweetly smiled. "I really don't want to see you. If it weren't for you, I would be the king today."

Qin Haodong said, "We haven't competed yet. Maybe you will be the final winner!"

"All right. Don't tease me. I don't want to be insulted. Remember to treat me to a meal!" After saying that, Tu Jiaojiao shouted to Hai Zhengming, "I admit defeat!"