Jun Changxiao was furious.
To be precise, he didn’t know that Ye Xingchen and Su Xiaomo had already agreed in private.
Originally planning to have his disciple ruthlessly torment this wolf in front of everyone, he was tormented alright, but the result was deliberately acting against him!
Before the match started, Jun Changxiao had been worried that He Wudi would act, so he kept smiling at him, the meaning very clear—must take it seriously.
As the leader of the brain-supplementing trio, He Wudi quickly understood, so in his first round, he beautifully defeated his opponent in seconds.
This disciple, though cautious, had discernment.
Similarly, Su Xiaomo also saw the Sect Master smiling and decided to hold back for Ye Xingchen.
In reality? He completely misunderstood.
“As expected.”
Gu Tianxing said, “In the face of absolute power, no matter how fast the speed, it’s still vulnerable.”
He didn’t see that Su Xiaomo was acting.
As for the earlier exchange between the two Gousheng, it was done through voice transmission.
What does this show?
That’s right.
Su Xiaomo’s acting was on point.
Besides Jun Changxiao understanding his strength and immediately guessing he was acting, none of the audience present saw through the flaw.
Of course—after all, he’d been an undercover agent before, and almost endured his way to becoming a sect master.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Gu Tianxing consoled, “Your disciple held on until now and even caused the opponent considerable trouble. Though defeated, he’s still glorious!”
“…”
Jun Changxiao didn’t speak.
A clearly winning situation, yet Su Big Mouth acted it out.
So infuriating!
…
On the battle platform.
Lingli still maintained his punching stance, his gaze showing bewilderment.
Su Xiaomo was slipperier than a loach. When he struck that punch, he hadn’t expected to hit, but not only did it succeed, he knocked him off the platform with one punch.
Unexpected!
Too unexpected!
Like Gu Tianxing, he as the party involved also didn’t realize Su Xiaomo was deliberately performing, so he coldly smiled and withdrew his fist.
“Hiss!”
His muscles transmitted pain.
Being kicked repeatedly really didn’t feel good.
But honestly speaking, this guy’s physical strength was impressive. Although beaten quite miserably by Su Xiaomo, it was merely superficial injuries.
“Swish!”
Lingli walked down from the battle platform.
“Kid.” Just passing by Ye Xingchen, he heard his sinister tone: “You should pray you don’t meet me next round.”
“Oh.”
Lingli responded.
Watching that departing back, the fury in Ye Xingchen’s eyes intensified, already beginning to fantasize about how to torment him on the battle platform.
…
The second round of matches continued.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the others still smoothly won victories.
Because the seeded players were still in the protected zone and hadn’t fought, other participants couldn’t pose any threat to them.
Soon.
The third round of drawing began.
Unfortunately, this round no one drew Lingli.
“Boom!”
On the battle platform, as the referee shouted start, Ye Xingchen defeated his opponent with one punch in seconds.
“This person is also extraordinary!”
“Several rounds down, all swift and decisive victories!”
“These Eternal Sect disciples sent to compete are all so strong!”
After several rounds of observation, warriors from all sides realized that all Eternal Sect disciples had skills. Even Li Shangtian, who was eliminated in the first round, wouldn’t necessarily have been eliminated if he’d faced a different opponent.
“Kid.”
Gu Tianxing couldn’t help but ask, “How did you train them?”
The preliminaries had already shocked him greatly. Now at a higher-level competition venue, they still defeated heaven, earth, and air—this was truly inconceivable!
Jun Changxiao didn’t speak.
Right now his mind was focused on quickly having his disciples encounter Lingli and torment him until he wished for death.
Things went contrary to wishes.
The fourth round also didn’t encounter him.
The Night Emperor was getting anxious.
Watching that guy take the stage and defeat his opponent in seconds, displaying very arrogant energy, that fury was about to rush out of the universe.
In contrast.
He Wudi was very calm.
In his view, as long as the opponent didn’t lose to other participants, meeting was sooner or later.
…
After several rounds of competition, fewer and fewer participants remained at the venue.
Until they fought into the top five hundred, the flowing light surrounding the seeded area gradually dispersed, and top geniuses seemed to have their seals released as they walked out.
“Clap!”
Gu Zhaoxi clapped his hands together and said, “Finally time to fight!”
His gaze had been locked on Lingli the whole time, the fury emanating seeming to want to melt the opponent.
When Li Shangtian was tormented, although he didn’t get screen time, the fury in his heart was no less than Ye Xingchen’s. After all, as an Eternal Sect elder, tormenting disciples was tormenting himself!
Similarly.
The local seeded players of the Cangyun Galaxy also stared at Lingli, all having thoughts of tormenting him.
One could say that guy’s statement “you can only compete for second place” successfully attracted hatred from the entire venue.
This kind of situation of being enemies with the world often appeared with Jun Changxiao and the Eternal Sect, but unexpectedly today it was stolen by Lingli instead.
“Seeded players enter.”
Gu Tianxing said seriously, “This is the true meaning of battle.”
The warriors on the viewing platform subconsciously stood up. Next, they would watch each battle without blinking.
“Hey.”
Jian Xiaohong walked in front of Zhou Hong, tilted her head, and smiled playfully: “You’re very impressive.”
Zhou Hong said, “Not bad.”
“Can I spar with you?” Saying this, before Zhou Hong could respond, Jian Xiaohong raised her hand and said, “Next round, I want to fight this Eternal Sect disciple.”
“Alright.”
The person in charge said with a trembling smile, “Miss Jian.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao asked, “Uncle, in a lottery-style competition you can designate opponents?”
“Yes.”
“Say so earlier! I’d have my disciples directly challenge that guy!”
Gu Tianxing gave him a look and said, “Do you have the Guixu Sword Saint’s influence?”
This sentence directly left Jun Changxiao speechless.
Understood.
In lottery-style competitions, not everyone is qualified to designate opponents. You still need to see whether you have great influence backing you.
Sigh.
Not only must you compete with fathers, but also with grandfathers.
“Speaking of which, who is my grandfather? Could he be even more awesome than my father who’s a Celestial Emperor?”
“Alright.”
The system said, “The host hasn’t even figured out his father’s identity yet and is already considering ancestral matters. Someone with yellow urine, quickly wake him up—diabetics don’t come!”
…
The fifth round of drawing began.
Because all seeded players had been released, the atmosphere became serious.
“Swish!”
Jian Xiaohong first jumped onto the platform, reached her hand into the lottery box, and after taking out a token, dropped in front of Zhou Hong and introduced herself: “My name is Jian Xiaohong.”
“I know.”
Zhou Hong finished speaking and went forward to draw lots in order.
“What number are you?”
After he returned, Jian Xiaohong came up to him again.
“Two.”
“Hehe, I’m number one.”
“…”
Sitting on the viewing platform, Jun Changxiao covered his face: “Since you have the influence to designate, why still go through the motions!”
However, what happened next made him very pleased.
Because Lu Qianqian drew number seven, and number eight was drawn by Lingli.
“Finished!”
He Wudi and Ye Xingchen, seeing this, crouched on the ground holding their heads, saying in unison: “No chance!”
If it were Li Qingyang or Xiao Zuiji, they might deliberately choose to hold back, but encountering Big Senior Sister, she definitely wouldn’t give any face!
“A woman?”
Looking at the drawn token, the corner of Lingli’s mouth showed disdain.
Lu Qianqian stood in an inconspicuous corner. Because cold energy filled her entire body, when Li Shangtian was being tormented, it was impossible to see what emotional fluctuations appeared on her face.
“Such strong cold energy.”
Nangong Qingxian smiled warmly and elegantly.
Jian Xiaohong had been fixated on Zhou Hong because of sword dao, while he naturally would also fixate on Lu Qianqian because of ice-element cultivation.
…
“Fifth round!”
“Number one Jian Xiaohong, number two Zhou Hong fight!”
“Clang!”
Jian Xiaohong drew her sword from its sheath, like a sprite swinging the sword up, floating gracefully onto the battle platform. She raised her hand to hold back the black hair falling behind her, tying it into a ponytail, then hooked her finger at Zhou Hong: “Fool, hurry up.”
“…”
Zhou Hong was speechless.
This call of “fool” sounded like they were very familiar.
However… after tying up her ponytail, she looked obviously cuter than before.
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