Time flew by quickly, and before he knew it, the second day had arrived.

The Freshmen Championship that Chen Fan had been eagerly anticipating was finally underway.

On this day, after all the freshmen gathered on the field, the school held a simple opening ceremony.

Then, under the guidance of their mentors, the freshmen headed towards the Martial Combat Arena located in the northern part of the school.

Upon arriving at the arena, the freshmen randomly drew a number card.

At this moment, Chen Fan looked at the card in his hand, feeling a bit frustrated.

He had drawn a very "auspicious" number, 250!

Chen Fan realized that he seemed to have a special connection with the number 250.

Once the number drawing was complete, the competition officially began.

Chen Fan took his number card and went to the queuing machine.

With a swipe of his card, the screen on the queuing machine displayed the number "78."

This meant that Chen Fan was assigned to Arena Stage 78.

When Chen Fan arrived at Arena Stage 78, there were already two people standing on the stage.

One of them was a fellow freshman like Chen Fan.

The other was an upperclassman responsible for this stage, acting as the referee.

After swiping his card again, Chen Fan stepped onto the stage.

Seeing that both competitors were present, the upperclassman spoke up,

"The match is primarily for practice, no lethal moves allowed!"

"If one side concedes, the other must not continue attacking!"

"Understood?"

"Understood!" Chen Fan and the other freshman replied in unison.

The upperclassman, holding back a smile, stepped to the edge of the stage and announced,

"Freshmen Championship, Number 250 versus Number 438!"

"Let the match begin!"

Upon hearing the upperclassman's words, both Chen Fan and the other freshman were visibly taken aback.

They then exchanged a deep look with each other.

One was 250, the other 438.

These two numbers, each with their own peculiar meanings, had coincidentally met in the first match.

It had to be said, fate works in mysterious ways!

Immediately, both sides released their Martial Souls, and the battle was about to erupt.

The upperclassman referee watched the two in the arena with great interest.

Chen Fan released his First Martial Soul, the Space-Time Chicken.

His opponent's Martial Soul was the Wild Bull.

In terms of Martial Souls alone, Chen Fan was at a disadvantage.

The Wild Bull Martial Soul was known for its immense strength and power!

The opponent's Wild Bull possessed him, and a powerful wave of Soul Power emanated from his body.

Simultaneously, after the Martial Soul possession, the opponent's body rapidly expanded.

His body, like a small mountain, seemed to contain explosive power.

Even the upperclassman on the side was amazed by what he saw!

In contrast, after the Space-Time Chicken possessed Chen Fan, his body did not undergo much change.

Compared to his opponent, Chen Fan's body appeared incredibly frail.

The upperclassman even doubted whether such a frail body could withstand a punch from the opponent!

The combat style between freshmen was actually quite straightforward.

Without Soul Stones, there were no dazzling, high-damage skills.

Both sides could only rely on the enhancement of Martial Soul possession to engage in the most primitive physical combat!

Therefore, the upperclassman didn't have high hopes for Chen Fan.

And Chen Fan naturally understood this.

Upon seeing his opponent's Martial Soul, he knew that this match might be challenging.

Of course, if Chen Fan used his second Martial Soul, that would be a different story.

Immediately, Number 438 charged towards Chen Fan like a battle fortress.

In a flash, Chen Fan took a quick step to dodge a heavy punch from his opponent.

With a "thud," a dent appeared in the spot where Chen Fan had just been standing.

Seeing this, Chen Fan was startled.

"Wow, if that hit me, I'd probably be bedridden for a month or two."

Hearing Chen Fan's words, his opponent also spoke,

"Fists and feet have no eyes, you should concede early!"

To Number 438, although Chen Fan was more agile, the arena was only so big, and Chen Fan couldn't hide forever.

Even if they continued to stalemate, once Chen Fan was caught, he would only end up injured and defeated.

Instead of wasting time here, Chen Fan might as well concede and save his strength for the next match!

But clearly, Chen Fan didn't think so.

"Concede? That's impossible!" Chen Fan replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Number 438 stopped talking and launched an attack.

Relying on his immense strength, he forced Chen Fan to dodge all over the arena.

Before long, the entire stage was covered in a dense array of dents!

Naturally, Chen Fan wasn't just avoiding the fight.

Occasionally, he would take a punch from his opponent.

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It had to be said, the Wild Bull Martial Soul was indeed powerful.

Its explosive strength seemed endless!

At this moment, Chen Fan's only advantage was his speed, which far surpassed his opponent's.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to defeat his opponent.

As time passed, Chen Fan's speed gradually slowed.

And Number 438's strength also began to wane.

After taking another punch and feeling the weakened force behind it,

Chen Fan knew his chance to defeat his opponent had arrived!

Immediately, Chen Fan stopped avoiding the fight and took another punch head-on.

Then, the two quickly separated.

Number 438 gave Chen Fan a deep look, gathered his strength, and charged forward.

On Chen Fan's side, he no longer held back!

With his right leg slightly bent, he suddenly exerted force, propelling himself forward like a bullet.

In an instant, the two met, and both threw a punch simultaneously.

Then, another punch!

At this moment, Number 438 was stunned!

Because Chen Fan's strength was not inferior to his!

The two exchanged blows, and it was a stalemate!

It's important to note that the Wild Bull Martial Soul is a representative of strength-type Martial Souls.

Although he didn't know what Chen Fan's little chicken Martial Soul was, it certainly wasn't a strength-type.

Yet at this moment, Chen Fan was using that little chicken Martial Soul to trade punches with him, without falling behind!

At this point, Number 438 knew he couldn't continue to drag this out with Chen Fan.

Having made up his mind, he gathered all his Soul Power, concentrating it at the tip of his fist.

"Roar..."

At the same time, a Wild Bull phantom appeared behind Number 438.

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, Number 438 unleashed his strongest punch with the power of the Wild Bull!

Chen Fan, unwilling to be outdone, summoned the Space-Time Chicken Martial Soul phantom, pouring surging Soul Power into his right arm.

Then, he unleashed a punch!

The two full-force attacks collided directly.

"Boom..."

With a loud explosion, the two figures were instantly sent flying.

Immediately, the upperclassman referee witnessed this scene.

Number 438 sat dazed on the ground, looking frustrated.

Chen Fan, on the other hand, got up as if nothing had happened, even brushing the dust off his pants.

At this moment, the outcome was clear!

The upperclassman looked at Number 438 and asked,

"Can you continue?"

Number 438 glanced at Chen Fan and said helplessly,

"I concede!"

At this moment, he was completely exhausted, his Soul Power depleted, unable to continue fighting.

In contrast, Chen Fan appeared relaxed, seemingly still capable of fighting!

Seeing Number 438 voluntarily concede, the upperclassman was also a bit helpless.

Originally, he thought Number 438 should have won.

But despite having immense strength, he failed to utilize it properly, constantly being led by his opponent.

It wasn't until a large amount of Soul Power was consumed that he realized.

But by then, it was obviously too late.

As for Chen Fan, Number 438's opponent, he made excellent use of his speed advantage.

Of course, the upperclassman didn't believe that Chen Fan was only at this level.

But since Chen Fan didn't show more, he couldn't be bothered to guess.

Then, the upperclassman announced,

"In this match, Number 250 wins!"

Hearing the upperclassman announce the result, Chen Fan walked over to Number 438 and helped him up.

"Thanks for the match!"

Winning the first match, Chen Fan was quite pleased.

Hearing Chen Fan's words, Number 438 replied,

"A loss is a loss!"

"Let's get acquainted, Class 2, Heqing."

"Class 1, Chen Fan!"

"..."

After winning the first match, Chen Fan gained two points.

Moreover, his battle with Heqing gave Chen Fan a preliminary understanding of his own strength.

Additionally, Chen Fan had some other gains.

...

After taking a short break, Chen Fan took his number card and returned to the queuing machine.

Once the machine displayed a new number, he headed straight for that arena.

There was no choice, as the Freshmen Championship was too short, only seven days.

And the points required to exchange for an Advanced Soul Stone were undoubtedly substantial.

Therefore, to obtain his Advanced Soul Stone, Chen Fan had to seize every moment to compete!

As for lowering his goal to exchange for the best Intermediate Soul Stone and then using the system to enhance its age,

Chen Fan hadn't even considered it!

Since there was a way to obtain an Advanced Soul Stone, Chen Fan was determined to go for it!

After all, children from poor families learn to be independent early.

Moreover, Chen Fan had the system, a future money-draining beast that could bankrupt families!

So for now, Chen Fan had to save wherever he could!