C68 (1/2)

Lin Yue looked at the small print on the back of the bamboo stick, and was stunned for a whole cup of tea.

What kind of luck was this? It was simply heaven-defying!

This time, he had to pass the second stage with a total of sixteen disciples. Other than Lin Hsing and Chen Jian, he still had fourteen other disciples. Fate!

Lin Yue took the bamboo lot, walked to the front, and registered his name, the lot number he got, and the information about the elder disciples who he needed to battle, onto a list.

”Lin Yue!”

Lin Hsing walked over, upon seeing the contents of the namelist, his eyes shone, and his face revealed a sinister smile.

He used a voice that only Lin Yue could hear, and fiercely said: ”Last time, I let you run, I want to see how you can run this time! I will cripple you! ”Take revenge for my little brother!”

Lin Yue looked at him expressionlessly, and said coldly: ”Don't be too arrogant. If you get knocked down by me on the stage, you will lose face for the Lord.”

With just you!? A trash that wasn't even a Martial Master! I, Lin Hsing, can crush you to death with just one hand, and you think you can defeat me! ”What a joke!” Lin Hsing felt that it was extremely funny, that this trash, who wasn't even a Martial Master, was actually delusional enough to think of defeating him!

”See you tomorrow.” Lin Yue did not speak further, and coldly said that as he turned to leave.

Looking at Lin Yue's leaving figure, a sinister look slowly surfaced in Lin Hsing's eyes. ”I'll let you be arrogant for one more day, and tomorrow, I will beat you back to your true form. As long as you're not a Netherworld Sect disciple, you won't be far from death!”

After exiting the secondary hall, Liu Meng and the others were already waiting there. Among them, Wang An and a few others were frowning, continuously shaking their heads and sighing.

”You got a lot?”

”Mn, it's not good to have two of them,” Gao Huai nodded.

Tsk, what's not good, just risk your life! Xiao Feng, Xiao Yu, don't forget, you are all brave warriors who survived from the mouth of a Demonic Beast. If you bet everything on it, your chances of winning are still very high! ”

The disciples that Xiao Feng had drawn were all from the stronger families. Previously, they had secretly asked around, but the two of them were already Martial Masters, while the two of them were only at the 7th level of the Martial Disciple realm.

There was nothing that could be done about this. The family was there, and they had the guidance of wise elders since they were young. They also had enough resources to support them, so their starting point was much greater than their juniors.

”Work hard. If you can't do it, you can still come back in a few years.” Lin Yue sighed and patted Xiao Feng's shoulders.

”Liu Meng, Gao Huai, how are the four of you?”

”Not bad, my opponent is a first stage Martial Master. With my power, I have a sixty to seventy percent chance of beating him.” Liu Meng confidently patted his chest and said loudly.

Gao Huai was very relaxed too. He had drawn a disciple with a similar strength, so there was a high chance of winning.

Wang An and the other disciple both had a fifty percent chance of winning. The overall situation would depend on their performance on the spot.

”Boss, what about you?” Liu Meng and the others explained their situation, and also wanted to know what's Lucky Draw duel was.

”The first round is a one-shot.”

”He truly deserves to be the boss!” Several people revealed expressions of admiration. This was a one-shot, tsk tsk, what kind of confidence did he have!?

”As for the second round, it shouldn't be a problem, right?” Liu Meng asked casually.

”Second match... ”There's a little problem.”

”Hmm?”, the few of them thought that Lin Yue was going to say something easy again, but he paused for a moment and said something that surprised them.

”What, is that old disciple very powerful?”