151 Daoists, Listen Up! (1/2)

While the audience in the outside world was heatedly discussing about what had happened, Lu Zihao's competitor—the Combat Pavilion disciple—also admitted defeat, depressed. There was no way that he could win. Fighting Lu Zihao was already a challenge. He was no match for him.

Not to mention Wang Baole with his strange Dharmic Artifacts. It left his scalp tingling. That was especially so since his assistant was all tied up with her hands behind her back. Forcing a smile, this Combat Pavilion disciple could only admit defeat.

At the same time, many of those in the sky platform had expressions of interest. Although they were learned with lots of experience, in their eyes, this subtle gimmick had its merits.

However, the elder of the Combat Pavilion was in a fit of rage. A perfectly good Combat Pavilion Tournament was single-handedly being ruined by Wang Baole's advertisements.

If it were any other disciple, they would have long been afraid of the serious repercussions, but Wang Baole had the elders of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion putting in a good word for him. Furthermore, he had made great contributions to Ethereal Dao College. The former was a favor that he could not ignore, and the latter was the reason Wang Baole had special treatment in the first place.

Quickly, after the elder of the Combat Pavilion expressed his displeasure, Wang Baole was given a lenient punishment. He was only given a warning, which came from the direction of Ethereal Dao College and could be heard from the sky platform.

”Wang Baole, disciple of the Dharmic Armament faculty, focus on assisting! You must stop intentionally promoting your Dharmic Artifacts to the public!”

This warning spread far and wide, throughout the entire combat area. Many disciples who were engaged in combat heard it and were surprised. Some of them had noticed the fireworks previously and deduced what had happened.

The whole audience on Upper Academy Island heard it. Those who had considered following in Wang Baole's footsteps immediately abandoned the idea.

Wang Baole retracted his head. He had initially been full of excitement, but upon hearing the warning and knowing that he could not continue, he was depressed and wistful.

”What a pity… I lost such a good advertising opportunity…” Wang Baole lamented, anger bubbling within him. He had neither cheated nor interfered with their combat. What right did they have to ban him from advertising his Dharmic Artifacts?

Standing at the side, Lu Zihao became agitated. Truth be told, he had thought that this tournament would allow him to shine, but Wang Baole had stolen his limelight. Once was enough, but a second time? The thought made him uncomfortable.

Seeing that the Dao College had banned Wang Baole from advertising, Lu Zihao felt that the Dao College had handled it brilliantly this time. Although anger festered within him, seeing the depressed look on Wang Baole's face, he looked away with a snort.

”This is unfair! Wang Baole, if I were you, I wouldn't take this lying down! The Dao College is obviously targeting you. If you want my advice, you should fight it out with the Dao College. They won't be able to do anything to you. After all, you weren't wrong on this matter, and you've contributed so much to the Academy!” Lu Zihao whispered in Wang Baole's ear, egging him on. He really did want to see Wang Baole fight it out with the Dao College.

Only, Lu Zihao was too young and inexperienced at this. When Wang Baole heard this, he observed Lu Zihao through the corner of his eye.

”You can't take this lying down? Why don't you do it then! Come, my son, come! Daddy will help you set off the fireworks while you fight it out with the College! As long as you can take down the elders, I don't care if you call me Daddy or not!” Wang Baole exclaimed, lifting his hands and producing a small wooden bucket.

”What a scaredy-cat, it's so embarrassing to be seen with you!” Lu Zihao cried out angrily. He was shocked to see the small wooden bucket in Wang Baole's hand. Snorting, he quickly backed away, making his way toward the third meeting point.

”Look, if you're so brave, why don't you do it! Quit playing mind games with me!” Wang Baole retorted, rolling his eyes. Still depressed, he walked forward. When Lu Zihao heard this, he spun around in anger and glared at him.

”Wang Baole, listen here. The first two times, I let you off, but if there's a third time… if you dare steal my limelight again, I'll fight it out with you! I'm not kidding!” Lu Zihao warned in a low growl, his eyes bloodshot.

”This time, I don't care what you give me! Don't even try to bribe me. I, Lu Zihao, am a man of principle. This is my tournament!” Lu Zihao declared. He glared at Wang Baole, then turned around and sprinted toward the third meeting point.

”What's there to be worried about? The Dao College doesn't let me advertise anymore. Don't worry, I definitely won't attack!” Wang Baole said, waving his hand. Deep in his heart, he was still regretful that he could not continue advertising and was too lazy to launch any attacks.

By now, the two of them were not far from the meeting point. They could vaguely make out two figures standing at the end of the small road—the meeting point—waiting for them.

One of them was short, and the other was tall. Both of them had calm expressions, but their eyes were full of vigor. As they stood there watching Wang Baole and Lu Zihao, their gaze seemed to harden. The duo did not attack, and they could not tell who the combat cultivator was or the background of his assistant.

The moment he saw the duo, Lu Zihao's eyes instantly brightened. Although Wang Baole had already promised that he would not attack, Lu Zihao was still worried that he would steal his show once again. Hence, he picked up his speed. Roaring, he went straight for the two figures.