Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 842: Humiliation

A single battle technique demolished Su Luyao's three moves.

The whole arena froze in shock.

Su Luyao collapsed onto the ground, her gaze empty as she watched Li Qingran's figure receding into the distance.

"I... I really lost..."

"Defeated this fast... this thoroughly... No! Something's off!"

She shook her head fiercely, jabbing a finger toward Li Qingran. "The battle technique you used earlier wasn't this!

When exactly did you switch your battle technique!?

You... you definitely employed some banned secret art!"

Li Qingran offered no response to Su Luyao's charges, staying utterly quiet without any remark.

The oddities about her were bound to draw the eyes of the academy's teachers and even the top officials, yet it posed no real threat. The strength she wielded came from a righteous source, not some devious or dark route. Even if these Soul Masters tried to probe, they would find no leads to follow.

All she had to do was act clueless.

The spectators encircling the arena buzzed with murmurs and chatter.

"No problem here, this is the first time I've witnessed the goddess deploy this battle technique either."

"Exactly, exactly! Previously, the goddess's third battle technique appeared to be lightning-based, striking down with a blade, nothing like what we see now."

"Still, regardless of anything, switching battle techniques shouldn't be feasible, should it? How on earth did this occur?"

Vice Dean Feng Wuyu descended to the arena's heart, his look toward Li Qingran flickering with uncertainty.

He felt assured of two facts now.

For one, the move Li Qingran had unleashed moments ago was her initial battle technique, implying her first World Ring was at minimum three millennia in age. For another, Li Qingran's initial battle technique had truly transformed.

Li Qingran came from the Battle Soul Hall as a prized student under close watch. She even resided in a private dormitory, highlighting the Battle Soul Hall's high esteem for her.

Yet in his past monitoring of Li Qingran, her opening battle technique differed from the one displayed today.

Precisely what had transpired?

What extraordinary fortune had bestowed upon this pupil such a formidable enhancement?

"Li Qingran, let me see your hand for a second. I'll inspect whether you employed any forbidden techniques."

Li Qingran cast a look at Feng Wuyu and calmly offered her hand.

This Vice Dean had extended her notable kindness upon her arrival at the academy, so she held a positive view of him and wouldn't oppose naturally. Moreover, allowing Feng Wuyu a quick check could ease certain complications.

Feng Wuyu's right palm floated above Li Qingran's wrist. Though not touching directly, the immense Battle Power from a Battle Saint had already surrounded Li Qingran entirely.

After an extended period, he turned to Su Luyao and shook his head. "Li Qingran employed no forbidden techniques. Her Battle Soul and Battle Power are entirely standard."

"Ah... but..." Su Luyao bit her lower lip.

Doubt filled her heart completely, urging her to protest.

Yet the speaker was Vice Dean Feng Wuyu, famed for his impartiality and rigor.

Challenging others might be acceptable, but defying Dean Feng... that was inconceivable...

Noticing Su Luyao's lingering skepticism, Feng Wuyu pressed on, "If doubts persist in other aspects, gather proof yourself. The accuser must provide evidence.

Leveling claims of forbidden technique use against a student sans solid proof constitutes grave misconduct.

The Canglan World spans immensely, and even my understanding remains shallow like a frog in a well.

In the face of mysteries, inquiry is vital, yet respect must be upheld to a certain measure!"

With his statement concluded, Feng Wuyu proclaimed resoundingly, "I declare!

The victor of this opening preliminary bout is—Li Qingran!"

Backed by Feng Wuyu's assurance, though students and teachers nearby puzzled over Li Qingran's shifts, no one disputed the bout's integrity. Instantly, roaring cheers and claps thundered forth.

Li Qingran's fame already surpassed Su Luyao's by a full level. Now, after decisively overpowering Su Luyao directly, she had utterly dominated and shamed her rival.

Su Luyao remained seated in a stupor on the arena stage, hearing the surrounding ovations and acclaim, her mind swirling with injustice and confusion.

How could Li Qingran be entirely fine?

She had trained relentlessly for ages, even concealing her third battle technique on purpose, all aimed at this very day?

These ovations and acclaim ought to have been hers!

Su Luyao balled her hands into fists, her nails piercing deeply into her skin. She barely registered the blood trickling from between her fingers.

Her eyes locked onto Li Qingran's form descending the arena, surges of reluctance and bitterness roiling deep within her stare.

How could nothing be amiss?

It couldn't merely be a millennium-old World Ring, an abrupt swap to a potent battle technique, plus the blatant shielding by Vice Dean Feng Wuyu. Everything screamed of irregularity.

A shady tie must link Li Qingran to the Vice Dean.

This lacks justice! She raged inwardly.

But then realization struck: she was merely a regular academy student, lacking any clan support, toiling solo in this Battle Soul Academy. Even brimming with suspicion, what means did she have to probe deeper?

Feng Wuyu held the rank of Soul Battle Saint, a station of immense prestige.

She, a simple 37th-level Battle Venerable, amounted to less than dust before him.

Sensations of injustice and helplessness crashed over her like waves.

The acclaim and cheers went to the triumphant one.

And for her, only darkness lingered.

Hauling her wounded frame, Su Luyao limped toward the academy's medical hall.

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