The huge Qingming Square seemed to have solidified into a silent picture at this moment.
Everyone looked at the two people on the field and were speechless.
Everyone in Nanshan College had complicated expressions and were speechless for a long time.
They knew that Murong Qing was no match for Situ Liuyun, and they knew that the result that awaited them in this battle was that they would most likely lose.
However, no one could have imagined 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. From the beginning to the end, he was suppressed and beaten.
This comparison is really too tragic!
Situ Liuyun looked at Murong Qing and raised his chin:
"Are you admitting defeat?"
His posture was casual, as if he was just asking a casual question.
But the more this happens, the more uncomfortable Murong Qing becomes.
Huge frustration enveloped him.
After all, he was considered talented and powerful in the Imperial Capital, but he was completely defeated in front of Situ Liuyun. In fact, Situ Liuyun was even younger than him!
"Um?"
After waiting for a while and not hearing Murong Qing's answer, Situ Liuyun became a little impatient.
Sensing that the palm on his neck seemed to be gradually tightening, Murong Qing's heart tightened, and he finally closed his eyes and said slumpedly as if accepting his fate:
"I... give up!"
...
The second preliminary round ended quickly like this.
The whole process didn't even take half a quarter of an hour.
In the silence, Qiao Qiaoqing's voice seemed particularly abrupt.
"In the second preliminary round, Xuanbing Academy's Situ Liuyun wins!"
The deep and powerful voice spread throughout the square and fell clearly into everyone's ears.
Situ Liuyun curled his lips and let go of his hand.
This result was what he expected, so after winning the game, there was no trace of pride on his face, only a smile, as if it should be so natural.
"Concession."
He took a step back, cupped his hands towards Murong Qing, and turned back without waiting for the other party's response.
Obviously this sentence is just polite.
When Situ Liuyun jumped off the field, Elder Mo Sang stepped forward to greet him and said with a smile:
"But I haven't seen you for a while. Your Third Highness's strength has improved again!"
Situ Liuyun smiled nonchalantly.
He came here to be number one in the Elite Club. Murong Qing's level was really not worth his trouble.
There was a lot of joy here at Xuanbing Academy.
Situ Liuyun won so easily, and they were certainly honored.
In contrast, the atmosphere at Nanshan College is completely different.
In this preliminary round, each college has a total of six places to play. Now that they have lost two games in a row, no one will be happy.
If you want to not fall behind in the finals, you must win at least three of these six games.
In other words, they must win at least three of the remaining four games.
But - who dares to make such a guarantee?
Don’t forget, there is another Lu Huaining who has not taken action at Qianfeng College!
That is an existence that is not inferior to Situ Liuyun at all!
Perhaps, only Si Han can fight with him.
Qiao Qiaoqing looked this way.
"Brother Mu, it's your turn to whip someone."
Mu Lingzhi said nothing, stood up and went over to draw the list of duels for the third preliminary round.
He held a bamboo stick in his hand.
He lowered his eyes and glanced slightly.
Then, he lifted the bamboo stick.
"The third preliminary round, Qianfeng Academy—Lu Huaining!"
