Chapter 197: Brewing Storm XIII (1/2)
Chapter 197: Brewing Storm XIII
Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation
”Follow me,” Lan Yixing’s voice rang before his ears.
Ye Chong removed his helmet hurriedly. The helmet was indeed a product of the advanced technology, such astonishing capability of dissociating the viewer’s senses from the outside world.
Before both of them came to a realization, the tournament had already arrived at the final match of the day. Every final match of the day would be considered as the show of the day, where Tianhua dojo would arrange two ace martial artists fighting against each other, which one of them happened to be Lan Yixing for today.
For the sense of majesty, the match would be carried out at the enormous colosseum which was usually used for major mech combats. This colosseum also happened to be the grandest field of Tinahua dojo, which its length and width both happened to be 3km respectively and the field was bounded by the spectator area. That sounded dangerous indeed. To cope with the possibilities of how the parts of exploded mechs would be flying at the spectators, the whole battleground was capsuled inside a protective field. The colosseum was another huge investment by Hua Tiankai even way before mech combats became a thing in his field. People would truly compliment his prescience and daring decision.
The spectator area was empty however. Considering how the schedule was a pretty tight one for the day and how it would cost some time for the audience to shift themselves between venues, eventually everyone succumbed to viewing the match via the projector or the helmet, including those judges at the table. It was inevitable keeping in mind that the colosseum was pretty distant from their seat. Tianhua dojo had taken that into account, no worries. Hundreds of sets of cameras were installed at every corner inside the colosseum. The audience could just feel the match right on their seat. If this was not a grand setting, what would be?
Lan Yixing, with his boy Ye Chong had entered the preparation room. Every participant would do their stretching or warming up here. There was a long narrow corridor which would lead them to the field directly.
”I’m going,” stated the master.
”Alright,” replied Ye Chong nonchalantly.
Lan Yixing glanced at Ye Chong, ”You are the most diligent among all the apprentices I had so far. You are here to witness what true martial arts is.” The tone was indifferent as usual, but Ye Chong could discern the underlying passion. Lan Yixing was like a legendary dragon long sealed underground, and at that moment he would erupt and show them what tyranny truly was!
Ye Chong, in response, did not say a word. He only nodded his head, expressing curiosity towards the level of his master. He had yet seen his master in actual action other than teaching him a few tricks. His master had always been keeping everything under his sleeves.
”Ye.” Shang spoke, ”His opponent is one by the name of Zuo Ling.” Zuo Ling? That’s a new name. It was not surprising to see Ye Chong responding so, since he was a newbie in the field. He barely knew anything about the artists. His mind could go blank if he were asked to name a few martial artists. Mu had once searched for information on close-combats in Virtual World yet similarly he had hardly any knowledge. Shang? Nevermind.
Coincidentally, a trainee from Tianhua dojo came into the scene, ”Master Lan,” courteously he spoke, ”You are the 77th seeded player in this match. According to the outcome of randomized matchup performed by our processor, your opponent would be the 1st seeded player, namely Zuo Ling.”
”Zuo? That’s his surname? Zuo Ling?” asked Lan Yixing. His soulless, dark eyes were suddenly lit by something as lustrous they grew. The wrinkles on his forehead twitched a little. Such detail did not escape Ye Chong’s eyes, as he wondered if Lan Yixing had something to do with Zuo Ling.
”Zuo family of Tian Luo?” The corners of his eyes twitched.
The trainee reacted in shock, ”You knew the family too? I thought my brothers were pulling my legs when I heard it. So the family does exist? Are they really that great?”
”Yes,” expressionlessly he replied.
”So they are truly great…” The trainee’s face was filled with astonishment, ”Well, you could prepare yourself at the moment. You may enter the field once prompted by the tune and announcement. Good luck.” He left the room afterwards.
”Zuo family! It really is the Zuo family… is this what they called ‘fate’?” Lan Yixing raised his head upon the ceiling, muttered, with a droplet of tear rolling from the eyes’ corners. Ye Chong of course was astounded by the act.
He regained his calmness very soon after. He turned to Ye Chong, his eyes were grim. A moment lapsed and he finally spoke, ”Go to my room, on the second drawer from your left, there would be a red microchip inside, which contains all techniques from the Lan family. You get it right after the match begins and leave Windstar the quickest as possible, the farthest as possible! Never be caught by the Zuo family. Never.” His tone was flat, as if it had nothing to do with himself.
”He’s making a will,” reminded Shang, as he immediately deciphered the underlying meaning.
”Why?” Ye Chong agreed to Shang’s judgement as he asked quickly.
”Merely because he’s one of the Zuo family.” The words came calmly. Ding! Dong! An electronic tune played, ”Mr. Lan Yixing, Mr. Lan Yixing, No.77, please enter the field right away.”
He turned away, headed to the corridor, ”Make sure the Lan family techniques remain till the end of time.” And he disappeared at the glaring end of the corridor.
”This old guy probably has some issues with Zuo family. And the issues must be really, really bad.” Mumbled Shang and he became excited out of sudden, ”Ye, let’s head back and grab the chip! Hehehehe, that’s an excellent item you know what!”
”No,” he disagreed as he shook his head. ”We will go, after the match.”
”Oh, fine. This is in fact a match between the real deals. Would be a waste if we just miss it.”
”Shang…”
”Yes, Ye?”
”Could you control all the cameras in the dojo?”