"Lu Yang of East Ridge, ready for your instruction!"
As number three’s platform echoed a soft female voice, the audience’s expressions turned blank instantly.
East Ridge, actually sent a woman?
"Hahahahaha, East Ridge must have no one left to send such a little girl to compete, hahahahaha..."
Zhu Da could no longer hold his laughter, having long disliked Lu Yang’s facade, so he was full of mockery in his voice now.
The onlookers around were all people from Zhu Ling Camp, naturally joining the laughter endlessly; Nie Ying and Bai Bo, the two leaders, also had smiles on their faces; while Yang Quan and Wan Tianhe wore expressions of regret.
Even Zi Jin and Hong Fan shook their heads continuously, looking speechless.
It’s not that they looked down on females; Hong Fan’s eldest daughter Hong Yuru had notable talent. The problem is the severe and cruel environnt of the Ice Abyss, which determined that the main force of most camps would inevitably be male, making it not easy for female geniuses to stand out.
"This sir laughs so happily, your ho must be full of talents, why not let him co up and show this girl how capable the n of Zhu Ling are?"
Zhu Da, who was laughing loudly, suddenly stopped, turned to look at Zhao Yuanshan on the number three platform, and his face instantly showed a touch of anger.
The crowd below instantly fell silent.
A little girl has self-esteem, of course, that’s understandable. But to openly retort at soone of the Cold Resistance Level and soone as highly positioned as Zhu Da in Zhu Ling Camp, that’s sowhat inappropriate.
The onlookers from Zhu Ling also saw Zhu Da’s angry face.
A few young people in their twenties rolled their eyes, imdiately booing towards the number three platform and started making sleazy jokes:
"How capable the n of Zhu Ling are can only be known at night!"
"Little girl, take off the black cloak so we can see how you look. If you’re too ugly, we really have no skills."
"Hehehe, yes, the voice is nice, but how do you look..."
Whoosh...
No one expected that Zhao Hu, who was originally seated behind Lu Yang, suddenly sprang up before the last sleazy joke was finished, drawing his knife accurately among the crowd and found the three who spoke.
Swoosh... Swoosh... Swoosh...
In a flash, before others could react, Zhao Hu had already slashed off an arm of each of the three.
"Ah!"
Three columns of blood gushed out, and the three who scread miserably frightened the surrounding people into scattering, exclaiming loudly.
At this mont, Zhu Tong, Zhu Da, and others above finally reacted.
"Zhao Hu, how dare you harm soone!"
"Zhao Hu, you have a lot of nerve."
"In front of Dean Zhu, how dare you be so reckless!"
.....
Zhu Yang also stood up, glaring at Zhao Hu with a particularly unkind expression.
"Today, East Ridge is here at your invitation for the duel. If you speak indiscriminately about my niece again, it won’t just end with broken hands next ti."
Zhao Hu seed to ignore Zhu Yang standing up, calmly sheathing his knife as he spoke lightly to the crowd, then retreating behind Lu Yang.
"Zhao Hu’s niece?"
"That girl... she did call herself Zhao Yuanshan, which is indeed the sa surna as Zhao Hu."
"She’s his niece; no wonder. Making sleazy jokes in front of soone’s elder, aren’t you just looking for trouble?"
"Such foul language deserves heavy punishnt."
.....
The crowd below heard this and finally realized.
Zi Jin and Hong Fan imdiately chid in, causing Zhu Tong, Zhu Da, and Zhu Yang, who wanted to burst out, to stiffen slightly.
"Hmph, don’t waste ti, let’s begin quickly!"
Zhu Yang pondered for a mont, snorted coldly, then sat back in his original spot, signaling Zhu Tong to quickly start the duel.
Zhu Tong seed to realize sothing, turned his head with a sinister expression, and signaled to the five young n behind Zhu Da.
Receiving the signal, the five exchanged a glance, then a burly young man holding a big saber nodded and rushed directly to the number three platform.
"Zhu Ling’s Liu Yan, fists don’t have eyes, Miss Zhao, since you’ve co on stage..."
"I have no interest in listening to your nonsense, just start!"
Zhao Yuanshan, in an extrely bad mood, directly interrupted Liu Yan, drew out her long sword, and charged up.
Interrupted, Liu Yan’s face showed anger, and he raised his long knife horizontally, apparently intending to block first.
However, the mont Zhao Yuanshan’s sword tip touched the blade, his expression changed instantly.
Swoosh.....
Liu Yan retreated five or six ters backward, hurriedly trying to swing back to retaliate, but before he could recover, Zhao Yuanshan used her long sword to flick his big saber away.
Bam.....
Zhao Yuanshan, already filled with pent-up anger, lifted her foot to unleash a powerful kick at his waist after disarming Liu Yan.
With that kick, Liu Yan’s body was instantly sent flying over ten ters back, knocked off the platform, and spat a whole mouthful of blood, unable to stand up for a long ti.
It only took one move, just one move?
With a whoosh.....
Zhu Tong, Zhu Da, Zhu Mai, and a group of Cold Resistance Levels from Zhu Ling imdiately stood up, their faces full of shock and astonishnt as they looked at Zhao Yuanshan on platform number three.
"Basic Strength, twenty-seven thousand pounds?"
"How is that possible; where did this little girl co from?"
"She can match quite a few young people in Beishuo City!"
.....
"Second Uncle, catch this!"
Zhao Yuanshan no longer concealed anything, walked to the edge of the platform, took off her black robe, and threw it to her second uncle, Zhao Hu, then looked down at Liu Yan with contempt before turning to Zhu Da above, crisply stating, "It seems that the n of Zhu Ling aren’t that impressive after all?"
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