515 The Young Girl in the Murong Clan (2/2)

”I don't want to…”

A pitiful Murong Clan disciple was called. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out of his eyes. Then, he appeared in front of Happy with a long face and gave up straight away.

Happy was a little speechless.

Life and death was not involved in the competition, so did these people not have any urge or interest to spar with him?

'Am I really going to be standing here like a statue the entire day?'

When the people from the other stages quickly began to fight against each other, Happy discovered, much to his gloom, that his second opponent also chose to give up and run.

Happy was stunned.

A strange phenomenon appeared on the first stage.

Happy stood alone without moving, but two people had already automatically given up.

Even the Murong Clan Master and a group of elders who were watching the stages looked at each other at a loss. They did not expect that Happy would be so intimidating.

Although there were quite a number of people in the crowd who sighed nonstop because they found this situation regrettable, they could understand those who gave up and pitied them.

It would be good if they could get some guidance, but Happy was a strong player who could kill even Zhou Yu with two moves. Against someone like that, many people did not even know whether they should begin by moving with their left foot or their right foot first, or should they just now move at all?

The pressure was too great, and they were too ill at ease!

Under the invisible pressure, Happy gathered points without any effort. Many people had not even ended their first fight, and Happy had already gathered more than twenty points.

As time passed, everyone began to grow numb to the sight, and the people watching the fights lost the interest to admire Happy's heroic gait.

Even Happy found it boring.

He placed his hands behind his back and began to observe the fights on the other stages!

Then…

A crispy voice suddenly appeared, and it sounded young when it rose in front of him.

”I, Fallen Rain, seek your guidance, Senior Brother Happy!”

It was a familiar voice, and there was a faint hint of mischief and stubbornness in it.

”Young Fallen Rain?”

The voice dragged a number of people's gazes back to Happy's stage, and that included Happy himself.

He turned his head around.

Fallen Rain, who was small and delicate, stood before him. She childishly held a delicate and beautiful jade sword while in a battle-ready posture. She looked refreshing and charming. Her eyes were bright, and she looked relaxed. When she blinked, it was as if she had seen something fun, for a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

Happy could not sense the nervousness from others on her face nor connect her to the Fallen Rain who had been stuffing radish to the rabbits in the past.

After being bored for so long, Happy should have been happy that he finally had an opponent who dared to challenge him, but when he saw that it was Young Fallen Rain, he suddenly found himself unable to treat her as his opponent. His blood did not boil at the idea of fighting her.

'This is so awkward!'

Happy stood on the spot with a strange expression.

Young Fallen Rain seemed to have noticed that she was being underestimated, and she glared at him in anger. An aura that caused Happy's gaze to focus slightly suddenly rose from her, and he fixed his eyes on Young Fallen Rain's index finger and middle finger, which were pressed tightly against each other.