C81 Part2

Translated by An Edited by An

Out of the 93 teams, 92 teams were divided into 46 pairs, and the last one, No. 181, Female Warrior Xiao Yuan from Cang City, who ranked first, automatically qualified for the third round. The person for whom the cheers were the loudest would be lucky enough selected for this process. In any case, it was not her own luck, but the luck of other participants.

After the draw was over, no matter how happy or sad everyone was, everything was finalized for the matches. Next, the crystal screen displayed the allocation of the arenas for each match. With half of the participants gone, the large arena could have accommodated them all, but in order to allow the spectators to watch every match clearly, the arenas were still divided.

Yang QiQi didn’t have to leave so she watched the Wa Hu and the others departing with joy.

“QiQi~ I will miss you.” Facing separation, Wa Hu waved her little handkerchief in farewell, her eyes brimming with affection and reluctance to part.

Xiang BuChen frowned. Stretching out his upper body, he completely blocked Yang QiQi’s figure behind it.

“Let’s go, let’s go ah. You’ll see her again tomorrow, alright?” Mu YouYun and Li Yuan pulled their friend by her arms and dragged her away.

Yang QiQi wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead and let out a deep breath.

The four male beastmen around her all stared at her resentfully, gritting their teeth inwardly. Since their female was too good, the pressure on them was enormous. Not only did they have to guard against male beastmen but now, also against female beastmen…

Arena No. 4, first match.

No. 030, Lin Yun, 15 years old. From DuYue City, soil attribute. Six Guardian Beasts, namely: Zhang Guo, Li’ang, Pi, Ao Li Sen , Gong ZiQing.

No. 156, Yang QiQi, 15 years old. From Han City, wood attribute. Five Guardian Beasts, namely: (Nian JiMo, Zheng Shou) Ling Yue, Xiang BuChen, Tu Jin.

Xu’s eyes followed the four people as they left the contestants’ seat and walked into the passage leading to the arena.

He straightened his back and looked up at the crystal screen over arena No. 4 with rapt attention. There, his beloved little female stood in her place like a slender and elegant little lotus, looking fresh and vibrant. She was akin to the sun, no matter where she went, she never failed to attract everyone’s attention. Just like now; although there were four arenas with four crystal screens over each of them, an overwhelming majority of people’s eyes were still pasted on arena No. 4. Even the cameraman liked to point the camera at her, giving Female Warrior Lin Yun, who was going to fight against Yang QiQi, barely a two-second front shot. However, the audience didn’t feel anything wrong with it. One has to admit: everyone loves beauty.

“The first match of arena No. 4 is about to begin. No. 030, Female Warrior Lin Yun from DuYue City will fight against No. 156, Female Warrior Yang QiQi from Han City. As soon as the green light turns on and a ‘beep’ is heard, the match will start. Beep~”

“Sand Dust Condensation——” Lin Yun shouted loudly, and crossed her palms across her chest. With her body as the center, yellowish-brown dust particles immediately arose in the air. In a few seconds, it was as dense as a thick fog, shrouding the people of DuYue City inside its semi-circular defensive structure.

“ *Swoosh*~ *Pow* !” A whip smashed onto the dome made of a cloud of dust, its strength only managing to pat away a bit of the dust. Nevertheless, it showed no signs of dispersing.

To put it figuratively, it was quite a bit like the 'water still flows, though we cut it with our swords' .

“ *Pow* *pow* *pow* …” Incessant lashings of the ‘Immortal-slashing whip’ fell on the dust enclosure like heavy rain. Anyhow, everything was still as ineffective as before.

Xiang BuChen reached out and grabbed her wrist: “It’s useless. It’d be better if I go inside and explore it.”

“I’m more suitable to go in. Although I can’t see anything in this dust, my TaiJi Pushing hands technique is the least restricted in that environment.” Ling Yue looked at Yang QiQi and took the initiative to volunteer for the task.

Pushing hands was based on a series of transmissions and feedback of information. The transmission of information was again divided into three levels: the lowest level of the three was transmission from the perception through the skin, the middle level was transmission of reaction through aura, and the highest level was the transmission through impression.

Since they couldn’t catch sight of the opponent’s position clearly, it was indeed most appropriate for Ling Yue, who specialized in TaiJi Pushing hands, to step into the opponent’s refuge.

“Let’s go in, Ling Yue. Xiang BuChen and Tu Jin will stay outside to support us.” Dispersing the vine, Yang QiQi took the lead in walking towards the cloud of dust.

As far as TaiJi Pushing Hands was concerned, how long had Ling Yue been learning it? It was fine if this was for training, but to go in alone to deal with an entire group of people, let alone one of them even had attributal power… Wasn’t that simply a tyrannical way of courting death?! She didn’t want to lose any of her partners!

‘So, disciple, let your master go in personally and safeguard you!’

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