147 Zihao, Charge Ahead! Donst Be Afraid! (1/2)
”That sneaky-looking fatty is Wang Baole, the one who did a great contribution?” On the spectator stand of the stairwell in the skies, the middle-aged man dressed in the red robe noticed Wang Baole secretly looking at them as his lips curled into a smile.
An elder sat beside the red-robed middle-aged man. Wang Baole did not take a close look at him, but that person was the Dharmic Armament Pavilion elder who had given him Dharmic Artifacts when he was on the Lower Academy Island because he had been impressed by him.
Now, a smile hung on his face as a look of admiration was obvious in his eyes. He replied to the middle-aged man beside him cheerfully after hearing his question, ”Deputy Sect Lord, that's him.”
The moment that the elder from the Dharmic Armament Pavilion finished his sentence, another elder beside him asked curiously, ”I've heard that this fatty is extremely narcissistic and carries a mirror with him all the time, is that true?”
Very quickly, the Deputy Sect Lord from Ethereal Dao College sitting behind the red-robed middle-age man said happily, ”I have also heard about this fatty from someone. It was said that he is a fan of being an official and dreams of being the President of the Federation!”
”This chap has a good personality!”
”Haha, I think the Grand Supreme Elder would like him.”
Laughter emerged from the crowd. The people worthy of a place there were all Elders from each pavilion of Upper Academy Island. Normally, they were rarely seen or heard, and they were known to be extremely stern. However, now that they were together, they appeared more cheerful. As they looked toward Wang Baole, they cheerfully exchanged banter, and their eyes all carried looks of admiration, like an older generation toward their younger generation.
At the same time, on the military's spectator stand, the burly man dressed in a black cloak with a scar across his face and a complex expression retracted his gaze from Wang Baole.
”Zhou Lu, is that the person you mentioned?”
”General, that is him. According to what I have researched about him, he is more than suitable to complete the mission. He can definitely be assessed as a potential seed. You will know when you see his performance later on. He is not only good at refining Dharmic Artifacts, his physique is impressive as well, far exceeding that of his counterparts!” Zhou Lu, who was beside the burly man, appeared stern as she heard his words. Even though the person before her was her uncle, she was still extremely respectful when they were out.
”However, I've heard that you have some conflict with him.” General Zhou in the black cloak looked toward Zhou Lu.
Zhou Lu did not speak. She retrieved a jade slip and passed it to General Zhou. It contained detailed records of the research that she had done on Wang Baole. After taking a look at it, General Zhou gradually revealed a look of curiosity in his eyes.
”Then, let us see how he performs first.” General Zhou laughed as he pocketed the jade slip, turning his attention toward the Combat Pavilion tournament.
Right as the Combat Pavilion tournament was about to begin, a stern voice announced the rules.
The rules were simple. The east region was where the first level True Breath experts carried out the tournament while the south region was for the second level True Breath experts, and so forth. The central region was where the fifth level True Breath experts competed.
Five tournaments were held simultaneously. There were exactly thirty-two mountains in every region, like a small arena that formed the individual battle grounds. After rounds of elimination, one person would remain!
That way, thirty-two individuals would emerge from each region. Thereafter, those thirty-two people would move on to the second stage of the competition, until a ranking was formed. From the first to fifth level of the True Breath experts, the strongest person would then be revealed.
From the second stage onward, supporting teammates would no longer be allowed. In reality, the supporting teammates could only help in the first stage. After all, this was a tournament for the Combat Pavilion.
The first stage was a competition within the individual mountains. There were sixty-four entrances set up on each mountain, with sixteen entrances located on each of the four faces of the mountain. These sixteen entrances also had sixteen roads leading up to the mountain.
As the sixteen roads wound up the mountain, there would be eight crossings, where the two roads that crossed over would merge into one!
At these crossings, two teams would battle it out.
The loser would be disqualified, and the winner would continue moving forward along the road and go through another battle at the next crossing. This would continue until they reached a position near the peak. Of the sixteen teams, there would only be one team who could successfully ascend to the peak, where they would then compete with the winners from the other three mountain faces in the battle of the mountain peak.
In reality, when that stage was reached, the assisted match would have already ended. The participants would have to depend on themselves for the matches to follow. The one who eventually emerged victorious would be granted the eligibility to enter the second stage of the tournament!
After getting a clear understanding of the rules and regulations, the group of first level True Breath disciples stepped onto the different mountains according to the Combat Pavilion's arrangement. Lu Zihao did not pay any attention to Wang Baole as he turned around and charged forward in the lead.
Seeing how impatient Lu Zihao was, Wang Baole could not help but shake his head.
He's still just a child… With this thought, Wang Baole slowly made his way forward and quickly reached the mountain assigned to them. After choosing a road, the both of them ascended the mountain, one after another.