What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

Accompanying a sharp, ear-piercing sound of air friction that echoed through the arena.

Zhang Yu's palm was raised high, upon which a flying sword was spinning rapidly, like a helicopter propeller.

I choose you! Rasengan Shuriken!

In the next moment, he unleashed his magical power, and the spinning flying sword, like a huge disc, swept from low to high, towards the signal plates in mid-air one by one.

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Ascetic (Expand for details)

When Han Xingye's attention focused on the expanded information above Zhang Yu's head, he saw another long string of words.

Ascetic | Sports Talent Student | Extremely Impoverished Population of Songyang City | Loan Slave | Card Slave | ???

After seeing the string of evaluations above Zhang Yu's head through the Heavenly Eye Talisman, Han Xingye was shocked for the second time today.

"Songyang High School again?"

"Where did they recruit all this talent this year?"

The previous "Ascetic" and "Sports Talent Student" were easy to understand, simply meaning he cultivated diligently and was excellent in sports.

The latter three evaluations were also easy to understand, summarizing to just two words: poor.

And the final three question marks were what shocked Han Xingye.

"Question marks?"

"Is it a Concealment Talisman? A Disguise Talisman?"

With the Heavenly Eye Talisman capable of checking backgrounds, there were naturally countermeasures, such as Concealment Talismans and Disguise Talismans.

But firstly, how could such a poor person afford talismans?

Secondly, Han Xingye had never seen anyone use a Concealment or Disguise Talisman and deliberately create this ??? effect, wasn't that blatantly telling others that they were hiding something?

"These 3 question marks are so arrogant."

Arrogant and poor, two words that shouldn't be together, but at this moment, Han Xingye felt them both from above Zhang Yu's head.

So he became curious about Zhang Yu's performance.

Then he saw the flying sword spinning, rising into the sky like a disc.

Han Xingye's eyes narrowed, watching the high-speed rotating flying sword bring up gusts of air, sweeping across the signal plates flying in mid-air like a round moon, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Then he smiled: "Hehe, it's indeed easier to hit the signal plates this way. The disc shape can easily sweep all the signal plates with a few swipes, which can compensate for the lack of experience in operating the flying sword."

80 points.

Han Xingye, who saw this score, was nodding slightly, and then he saw many students making dissatisfied noises, complaining that Zhang Yu was cheating and violating the rules.

Han Xingye glanced over.

Insignificant, rare, insignificant, insignificant.

Insignificant, insignificant, insignificant, rare.

Insignificant, insignificant, rare, insignificant.

Looking at the dissatisfied students, Han Xingye curled his lips and thought to himself: "A bunch of fools."

"To make the flying sword spin like this and maintain control without it flying out of control and crashing around requires incredibly precise control of magical power."

"The design of this magical power flying sword is originally for a straight path. To make it spin like this, you must constantly change the rhythm of magical power input every moment."

"This guy is using his powerful control of magical power to make up for his lack of experience in operating the flying sword."

"80 points is not high, but rather low."

"The judges probably considered the relationship with the sponsoring manufacturers and didn't encourage doing this."

Han Xingye glanced at Ziyun High School and Hongta High School. Sure enough, none of the students from the three famous schools came out to object. Obviously, they could all see the difficulty involved.

In the subsequent competition, some people began to try Zhang Yu's method, but they all failed, throwing the flying sword away.

Fortunately, the referees were always watching and taking care, so no casualties were caused.

At this time, the many students who had originally objected gradually realized that Zhang Yu's operation of rotating the flying sword was by no means simple.

On the way back, Zhang Yu was sighing in his heart: "This flying sword still doesn't quite support me operating it like this. Obviously, my magical power can still speed up the rhythm, but the frequency of the sword sheath receiving commands has reached its limit, otherwise the score should be higher."

Obviously, such a high-speed rotation operation had not reached the limit of magical power control that Zhang Yu had trained through the 10th level of the Zhoutian Qi Gathering Method, but it had reached the design limit of the flying sword itself. After all, this flying sword was not originally designed to be used in this direction.

As soon as Zhang Yu returned to the rest area of Songyang High School, he immediately received praise from Teacher Yan.

"Zhang Yu, you did a great job. Using magical power control to make up for the lack of flying sword operation, these 80 points are too low."

"As for the complaints from those trash students from ordinary high schools, just ignore them, don't take them to heart."

Teacher Yan thought about Zhang Yu's score and was secretly delighted: "If he can encounter projects that are more suitable for Zhang Yu to perform in the next two levels, he might be able to squeeze into the top ten?"

Only the top ten in the total score of the Magic Competition have bonuses, real rankings, and can be useful in college interviews. High schools will pay much more attention to this.

As soon as she thought that if Zhang Yu could really squeeze into the top ten, her year-end bonus would definitely increase, Teacher Yan's mood immediately became cheerful.

She casually pointed to the student with the worst score this time and said, "Bai Zhenzhen, go get a bottle of water for Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu, don't be nervous in the next two levels, just do it according to your normal level..."

Bai Zhenzhen's eyes widened suddenly, and she glanced at Zhang Yu, who was secretly laughing beside her. She could only helplessly stand up and run to the organizer to get water.

"Wait, Zhenzhen, let me take a photo."

"Are you trying to die, Zhang Yu?"

Slamming the water bottle at Zhang Yu's head, Bai Zhenzhen sat down sulkily, thinking in her heart: "Damn it, I knew I should have left before the competition started."

"What the hell is this Magic Competition? It's all a game for the rich."

"Yu Zi, you better get into the top ten, otherwise I..."

Not far away, He Dayou looked at Zhang Yu's score, and a hint of surprise flashed in his heart: "His magical power control is so powerful? Fortunately... fortunately, he's a poor ghost."

Soon after, the first competition ended completely, and the host appeared again, smiling and saying: "Good medicine, choose Ziyun, wholehearted and all-age Ziyun medicine, one sip and all diseases disappear, thank you Ziyun Company for co-sponsoring this Magic Competition."

"Next, all the first aid medicines for the second level will be sponsored by Ziyun Company..."

As he spoke, the host began to announce the rules of the second competition.

This level tests the ability to resolve special magical power.

The specific process is to have the judges inject a special magical power while the contestants have detection patches attached to their bodies, and see how long it takes for the contestants to resolve it. The shorter the time, the higher the score, naturally.

If it exceeds ten minutes, or if the contestant feels that they cannot bear it, they can immediately take the Magic Elimination Pill sponsored by Ziyun Company to eliminate the special magical power in their body.

In addition, Ziyun Company has set up temporary medicine stalls all around, selling various medicines that the contestants need.

The reason why Ziyun Company sells medicine here is only because there is another rule in this second level.

This level allows taking medicine.

Zhang Yu was shocked.

Damn it! Are you guys still human? To earn Ziyun Company's sponsorship fee, you're encouraging drug use in the competition?

At the same time, Zhang Yu saw the students of Songyang High School beside him taking things out one after another.

Painkillers, tranquilizers, focus agents... Looking at the three-piece set they took out, Zhang Yu suddenly realized that these guys were also prepared.

Teacher Yan on the side asked with concern: "Zhang Yu, did you bring medicine?"

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"Remember to take it before the start later."

Taking medicine in the competition... This seems perfectly normal to Teacher Yan.

Afraid of pain and itching, chew a painkiller, weak will, drink a tranquilizer, afraid of distraction during exercise, take a bottle of focus agent...

In short... to be energetic and fierce on the field, you must not stop taking medicine off the field.

This is the competition.

The competition is about taking medicine!

The Magic Competition has always been one of the projects that drug manufacturers love to sponsor, so usually at least one level will allow contestants to take medicine, as long as the medicine taken is within the range of medicines listed by the organizers. This is also what all the referees and soul cultivator assistants will supervise and check later.

So taking medicine is part of the competition, and even shows the background of a high school.

Seeing Zhang Yu's confused look, Teacher Yan helplessly opened her bag: "Look at you, participating in the competition without even preparing medicine?"

"Fortunately, I brought a spare copy."

Saying that, Teacher Yan had already taken out various bottles and jars from her bag, poured a few portions, and sent them to Zhang Yu.

Looking at Teacher Yan's loving and concerned eyes, Zhang Yu helplessly took all the medicine.

"Damn! Can't my body take medicine?"

The original Zhang Yu ruined his body by taking medicine, and this memory scared Zhang Yu so much that he never dared to take medicine indiscriminately, at most eating some nerve fillers to reduce sleep.

In addition, he himself has amazing talent and is heavily in debt, so he has never planned to take medicine indiscriminately.

Although he doesn't know if there will be a problem with his current body taking medicine indiscriminately, he doesn't plan to take the risk anyway.

"I'm afraid that the lifespan I'll gain from cultivating immortality won't be enough to offset the cost of taking these medicines for a competition."

But at this moment, feeling Teacher Yan's concerned gaze, he could only nod awkwardly, thinking in his heart: "I'll go to the toilet and pretend to eat it later."

At the same time, the entire venue has become a drug display conference.

In the Ziyun High School rest area, Lian Tianji fiercely swallowed a large handful of medicine, then drank a large gulp of water, swallowing all the medicine in his mouth into his stomach.

The competition coach on the side looked at his gradually reddening and purpling face and nodded: "Good, you have already entered the competition state."

After saying that, he took out a wooden box from his bag.

Along with the wooden box opening, a total of ten syringes emitting a faint purple light appeared in front of everyone.

The competition coach said: "This is the Pulse Expansion Injection brought from the Ziyun Laboratory, which can temporarily widen your meridians with blood circulation and speed up your exercise efficiency later."

"One needle per person, don't snatch."

After watching the students get their injections one by one, he encouraged: "Everyone must hold on to the end later. Our total score is not much different from Bailong High School. We must catch up in this game!"

Roar!

The people who had just finished taking medicine and getting injections felt infinite fighting spirit in their hearts and let out a roar, deafening.

Hongta High School's rest area.

The competition coach was holding a small panda-like demon hybrid student, taking a few handfuls from the veterinary medicine on the side: "Bufan, take another handful, we are now at the bottom of the three famous schools. If it's still like this in the second level, my bonus this year will be gone."

The little panda, Xiong Bufan, stretched out his paw to him and gave him the middle finger: "Enough!"

"Don't feed me!"

"Ugh... you... don't feed me!"

On the other side, inside the Bailong High School rest area.

Song Hailong grabbed a large handful of medicine and swallowed it, then looked at the Ziyun High School rest area in the distance.

Listening to the roar from Ziyun High School, he snorted coldly: "I will crush all your fighting spirit later."

At the same time, competition coach Han Xingye came over with a thermos box and said to everyone: "This is the Kangling Needle specially prepared for you by the school. Inject it into your dantian later, come and get it quickly."

Along with the thermos box opening, a burst of cold air came over, and then two rows of fluorescent needles were revealed.

Song Hailong grinned, and he, who was printed with the number 1 on his school uniform, was also the first to pick up a needle.

The other students around also took out the needles from the thermos box in the order of the numbers on their chests, and then injected them into their dantian positions.

The other schools' students on the side looked at this scene with envy: "Is it the Kangling Needle? It concentrates the essence of spiritual energy, and can quickly restore the magical power in the body. Are they preparing to replenish magical power while resolving magical power in the upcoming competition?"

More students were full of jealousy: "One needle of Kangling enters the dantian, my fate is up to me, not the heavens, alas... I don't know if I can afford Kangling Needles in my life."

Just then, a commotion came from a corner of the arena.

A student foaming at the mouth and convulsing was carried out, causing a burst of discussion.

Some students sighed: "Overdosed?"

Some teachers sneered: "There is no such thing as overdosing, only insufficient drug resistance, you still have to practice!"

Some teachers clapped their hands and urged: "Don't mind other people's business, concentrate on the competition!"

As everyone's preparations gradually completed, the second competition officially began.