Chapter 93 - Pampered Girls Provocation (1/2)
Chapter 93: Pampered Girl’s Provocation
Half a year pa.s.sed swiftly and the sect compet.i.tion officially started. It seemed as though many people received the news. As such, many legends appeared in this sect compet.i.tion. Even those close door XianTian experts who were apathetic about past sect compet.i.tions had appeared to partic.i.p.ate.
Referencing from previous sect compet.i.tions, there would be a maximum of 30 to 40 partic.i.p.ants above the 10th XianTian stage. However, for this compet.i.tion, the number of partic.i.p.ants registered had reached eighty, perfectly forming 8 different groups. This way, if someone from a group managed to continuously defeat 3 of his opponents, they would enter the top 10. Consequently, obtaining the right to partic.i.p.ate in the search for the Mystical Sky Fruit.
Seeing so many strong contenders making their appearance, Han Ling Feng made a prudent decision in adhering to Little Fatty’s advice. She did not rush to break through to the next level, thus taking part in the mid-stage XianTian compet.i.tion. With her current strength of the 9th XianTian stage coupled with her a.r.s.enal of magical artifacts, it would be a trifling matter to sweep up all the ordinary disciples competing at the same level. Her spot as the champion was imminent. After all, inner court disciples would not appear in this compet.i.tion cla.s.s.
As for Little Fatty, he was required to undergo a wave of brutal killing before he could even enter the top 10. The strongest pract.i.tioner in his group was nicknamed
Regarding Mu Zi Rong, rumours abound in the Mystical Sky Yard pertaining her. The most noteworthy were that she was an individual of unparalleled arrogance. With immense innate talent and a n.o.ble parentage, naturally, her overall prowess would vastly outstrip her peers’. Even in the inner courts that were inundated with experts, she could still rank 3rd, which was indicative of her strength. While her strength won her praises and admiring gazes everywhere she went, it also bred in her an arrogant, conceited att.i.tude. When she saw someone she did not meet eye to eye with, she would teach them a lesson. Be it outer court disciples, or even inner court elites, there were countless who were victimized by her. Thus her reputation in Mystical Sky Yard was composed of half praise and half infamy.
Such a person was generally narrow-minded. If Little Fatty defeated her, she would definitely harbour a grudge against him! Thinking about how he was left without any choice but to offend such a crazy person, Little Fatty could not help but feel a migraine. He even contemplated giving up this compet.i.tion! In the end, he gritted his teeth and decided he had to s.n.a.t.c.h the opportunity for the right to partic.i.p.ate in the Mystical Sky Fruit hunt. Not for any other reason, but simply because he had promised Han Ling Feng that he would get her at least one of those fruit.
Although Little Fatty fears creating trouble and was cowardly, he was not the type of person to break his promises. Whatever the case, he could not let his beauty down!
Carrying this determination, he rode on his Golden Eagle Sword, and stealthily arrived at the examination grounds on his own on the day of the compet.i.tion.
The Mystical Sky Yard’s lands were immense, and the compet.i.tion grounds were located in ten odd plazas in different places. The mid and low-cla.s.s XianTian compet.i.tion would take place in the outer courts. While the upper-cla.s.s disciples’ battles would be held in an empty area inside the inner court.
Upon arriving, Little Fatty immediately chanced upon quite a few elite disciples, and could not help but gulped in fear. This place was indeed filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Those in the 10th XianTian stage numbered not more than five, similar to those in the 11th XianTian stage. The majority were in the 12th XianTian stage, with some even being powerhouses of the 13th XianTian stage. Everyone had an imposing demeanor, wearing artifacts or tools on their heads which released a divine presence both awe-inspiring and threatening; they appeared indolent, but each and everyone was in fact hiding a murderous intent.
This was especially so when Little Fatty appeared, this group of people seemed to have discussed in advance; all of them turned and directed their gazes towards this horizontally challenged figure. All of them had complicated gazes; some gave him supercilious looks, some wrathful, and some jealousy. Only one looked at him with undisguised warmth. That gaze naturally belonged to Hong Ying.