Suddenly there was a burst of laughter.
This statent was indeed very true: all the competitors in the selection battle were here, not one missing.
If they didn’t go, they couldn’t compete at all.
Old Man Shen said sinisterly: "If that’s true, then congratulations to you thirty-six people, each of you might get on Ninth lord’s radar."
Everyone’s face imdiately turned bitter.
This kind of radar, you definitely don’t want to get on.
They quickly sat down to practice.
An Ruoxing and the other two sat on the outskirts, practicing and acting as protectors.
Old Man Shen snorted, practicing while saying: "Zhao Shanhe, this ti you got a big break. If you don’t keep it in mind in the future, it would truly be ungrateful."
Zhao Shanhe’s face showed bitterness.
Because he knew himself that in the future he would inevitably still ’not keep it in mind’.
I do want to keep it in mind, but the problem is... damned if it’s up to .
...
Early Chen hour.
Everyone set off at the sa ti.
Zhao Shanhe led the team to the King level selection battle arena hall.
Ye ng followed beside Fang Che, feeling a bit shy.
Tan Dashi quietly approached Ye ng, whispering as they walked: "Sister-in-law, where is your sister now?"
Suddenly, the other thirty-four people perked up their ears.
Ye ng was stunned, her big round eyes looking surprised: "My sister?"
"Yes, your sister." Feng Xiangdong and others faintly sensed sothing was amiss.
Ye ng blinked, looking at Fang Che.
It must be this guy talking nonsense again.
Fang Che coughed and said: "Your sister-in-law doesn’t have a sister, did you make a mistake?"
Since the purpose of causing internal strife last night has been achieved, of course, it’s ti to clarify the truth. Otherwise, do I really have to play matchmaker for them?
Everyone was dumbfounded, collectively stopped and turned to look at Ye ng: "Sister-in-law, you... don’t have a sister?"
"Yes... I don’t have a sister."
Ye ng blinked and smiled brightly: "Who told you I have a sister?"
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
Then, there was a collective uproar.
When they turned their heads again, they saw that Fang Che, who was at the forefront of the line, didn’t even have a shadow left.
Gone!
"Fang Che!"
Tan Dashi fud: "You you you..."
He took off running, and imdiately the others followed suit.
"This bastard conned us into infighting with a fake sister-in-law all night, and turns out... he doesn’t even have a sister-in-law!"
Everyone was completely enraged.
"He can’t be let off so easily!"
Watching a group of young people chasing and laughing.
Zhao Shanhe sincerely sighed: "Being young is great."
An Ruoxing also felt sothing, about to agree, but heard Old Man Shen say darkly: "Your age compared to them is considered old, dare say this to the Ninth lord? When the Ninth lords were world-famous, you were still an unidentified liquid yet to be spat out by soone."
Zhao Shanhe’s nose twisted directly.
He said crossly: "Shen Zhixuan, are you done with your crap?"
Old Man Shen looked sideways: "Wanna hit ?"
An Ruoxing quickly tried to smooth things over: "Alright, alright."
Zhao Shanhe almost exploded: "Why is it that every ti I’m about to vent, you tell to let it go? Am I just supposed to be bullied? I’m the Southeast Commander! Commander!"
An Ruoxing rolled his eyes: "General Zhao, truth be told, not hitting you on his behalf is already out of our longstanding brotherhood."
Zhao Shanhe held his breath in his chest.
He didn’t exhale for a long ti.
His face turned purple.
This life truly can’t be lived.
He trudged ahead, pulling away from the two.
Old Man Shen strutted and snorted, catching up.
...
The King level selection battle took place on a ring on a hillside.
Not many people ca to watch, only a deputy supervisor from so departnt in the headquarters was presiding.
And throughout, he seed uninterested.
Occasionally, soone from higher-ups would take a look and quietly leave.
Everyone understood that it was just a King level match, and without fatal injuries, the big shots weren’t interested in watching.
But they truly didn’t know, the two highest guardians really wanted to see it.
They were just suppressing the urge.
Though there weren’t many spectators, but... there were thirty-six people here, and only nine spots to compete.
No one wanted to give up these spots.
If you want to concede, you must convince wholeheartedly that you going against the young people of the Demon Sect brings more honor to our continent than I can!
So the battles were particularly intense.
So fought for a long ti before a winner erged, while others, realizing they couldn’t win after a few moves, promptly conceded.
Thirty-six people fought in pairs, soon, eighteen erged victorious.
Then they exchanged opponents, still the eighteen pairs fought in pairs.
Because, fearing that soone capable of entering the top nine might be eliminated by encountering a stronger opponent in the first round.
So every pick had to be careful.
It concerned the continent’s reputation, the guardian’s honor.
Compared to this, personal honor is insignificant. So defeated ones even discussed with victors: I felt one of your moves earlier wasn’t quite right. If you had done it better, I might have lost earlier. My flaw was at that mont... you didn’t catch it.
Fang Che wielded his sword, advancing all the way, having to admire how tough these guys were.
And each of them was very experienced in combat.
Their moves were clean and swift, without any unnecessary actions, very sharp.
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