Dead silence.

The huge Qingming Square seemed to solidify into a silent painting at this moment.

Everyone looked at the two people on the field and were speechless.

The people from Nanshan Academy looked even more complicated and could not speak for a long time.

Knowing that Murong Qing is not Situ Liuyun's opponent, knowing that this game is waiting for them will most likely lose.

But no one expected that this game would end so quickly.

Situ Liuyun only made three moves in total, and easily forced Murong Qing into a desperate situation.

The latter didn't even have a chance to resist, and was beaten from beginning to end.

This comparison is really too tragic!

Situ Liuyun looked at Murong Qing and raised her chin:

"Do you admit defeat?"

He was casual in his posture, as if he was just asking casually.

But the more this happens, the more uncomfortable Murong Qing feels.

A huge sense of frustration enveloped him.

After all, in the imperial capital, he was talented and capable, but he was defeated in front of Situ Liuyun. Even Situ Liuyun was younger than him!

"Um?"

After waiting for a while, but not hearing Murong Qing's answer, Situ Liuyun became a little impatient.

I noticed the palms on my neck that seemed to be gradually tightening. Murong Qing's heart tightened, and finally closed his eyes and spoke dejectedly as if he had accepted his fate:

"I... admit defeat!"

......

The second game of the preliminary round ended quickly.

The whole process is less than half a quarter of an hour.

In the silence, Jordanqing's voice seemed particularly abrupt.

"The second game of the preliminary round, Situ Liuyun of Xuanbing Academy - win!"

A low and powerful voice spread throughout the square and fell clearly into everyone's ears.

Situ Liuyun curled the corners of his lips and let go of his hand.

This result was as expected, so when he won the game, he didn't see any pride on his face, and he only smiled, as if he should be so natural.

"Take it."

He took a step back and bowed to Murong Qing. Without waiting for the other party to respond, he turned around and went back.

Obviously, this sentence is just a polite sentence.

After Situ Liuyun jumped off the field, Elder Mosang walked forward to greet him and said with a smile:

"But I haven't seen you for a while, and the third prince's strength has improved again!"

Situ Liuyun smiled discontently.

He came for the first place in the Elite Club. Murong Qing's level is indeed not worth his efforts.

Xuanbing Academy is filled with joy.

Of course, they are honored to win so easily.

In contrast, the atmosphere at Nanshan College is completely different.

In this preliminary round, each academy has a total of six appearances. Now that they have lost two games in a row, no one can be happy.

If you want to not lose in the finals, you will have to win at least three of these six games.

In other words, they will win at least three games for the remaining four games.

But - who dares to make such a guarantee?

Don’t forget that there is another Lu Huaining who hasn’t taken action at Qianfeng Academy!

That is also an existence that is not inferior to Situ Liuyun at all!

Perhaps, only Si Han can fight.

Jordanqing looked at this side.

"Brother Mu, it's your turn to draw someone."

Mu Lingzhi didn't say much, but got up and went to draw the third match of the preliminary round.

A bamboo stick was held in his hand.

He lowered his eyes and glanced slightly.

Then, he raised the bamboo stick.

"The third game of the preliminary round, Qianfeng Academy - Lu Huaining!"
Chapter completed!