C187 Battle Begins

It was already evening when they left the Yao Yue Peak. Feng Yu went straight to the Purple Bamboo Peak and went straight to the top of the mountain. When she passed by Long Zixuan’s yard, she suddenly remembered the scene of lunch.

Her heart started to beat fast. Feng Yu clenched her fists and ran towards her yard as if she was running away.

The scene of lunch at noon was too embarrassing. She probably wouldn’t have the courage to see her master again in a short time.

Her personality was still calm. Why did she feel helpless every time she saw her master?

Chi Xiao and Chi Yan looked at each other when they didn’t know what was going on. Did the young master see a ghost? Why did he run so fast?

Since when did a ghost appear on the Purple Bamboo Peak?

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the disciple competition.

Early in the morning, the vast square was filled with a dense crowd. On the high platform, Dean Xiao and Vice Dean Xiao sat in the middle. On both sides of them were the elders of the various halls.

Today, Long Zixuan, who was the headmaster of the academy, didn’t appear.

Feng Yu, who was wearing the uniform, squeezed into the crowd of disciples. On the left was Nan Zhifei, and on the right was Lei Lie and Ye Qian.

She looked at the disciples on the square and couldn’t help sighing. There were so many disciples in the academy. There were definitely tens of thousands of them. Luckily, the square was big enough. Otherwise, it would be impossible to fit so many people.

Dean Xiao stood up from the stage. He circulated his spiritual energy and spoke in a hoarse and low voice. His voice covered the entire square and entered the ears of every disciple.

“Everyone, it has been seven days since the last registration. Today, the disciple competition that is held once every half a year will officially begin. The rules are clearly stated in the registration notice. So, I won’t say much. Now, I would like to ask everyone, do you have any questions?”

“Yes, Dean.”

After Dean Xiao finished speaking, many disciples in the square screamed. Their voices were filled with excitement. It was obvious that they were very excited.

“Good. Since everyone has no questions, the competition will begin.” Dean Xiao’s voice sounded again.

The disciples cheered once again, “Begin, begin…”

“Hu, it’s finally going to begin.” Nan Shenyuan turned around and leaned close to Feng Yu. She giggled and said, “Little Feng Yu, I’ll wait for you to bully those junior disciples. Sigh, if you can be together with that idiot Bei Minghao, it would be perfect.”

Among the disciples who cheered just now, Nan Shenyuan’s voice was the loudest. Feng Yu looked at him with disdain and didn’t say anything. What was he thinking of doing?

Ye Qian’s handsome face had a faint smile. He said, “Junior Nan, you can be quiet now.”

Nan Jie Yuan glared at him and successfully shut his mouth.

On the stage, Principal Xiao turned to Elder Li and said, “Elder Li, you will be the judge for this year’s disciple competition.”

“Yes, Principal.”

Elder Li replied respectfully and stood up from his seat. He walked to the center of the stage and said to the tens of thousands of disciples below, “Everyone, thank you for your kindness. I will be the judge for this year’s competition. The first day will be the preliminary disciple competition, the second day will be the intermediate disciple competition, and the third day will be the advanced disciple competition.”

“All of our competitions will be completed within three days. The top three of each level will be able to get the prizes after the competition ends. Do you have any objections?”

“No…”

The disciples below screamed once again.

“Okay.” Elder Li’s loud voice continued, “Then let’s cut the crap. Let’s start. Since there are more disciples in the preliminary disciple level, the competition will be different from the intermediate and advanced disciples.”

“The preliminary disciples will be divided into three stages, the preliminary, the preliminary round, and the final round. Now, we will start the first stage, the preliminary round. Two hundred disciples will come out and go onto the stage at the same time.”

After Elder Li finished speaking, a group of disciples rushed to the stage. Soon, the number of disciples was enough to reach two hundred. Elder Li looked at them and nodded. He said, “You all go ahead and record your names on the Holy Spirit Stone. After you finish recording your names, you will start the battle immediately. Remember, only one person can stay on the stage. Do you understand?”

The reason why they recorded their names was to prevent them from being mixed into the later groups. The Sacred Spirit Stone was a Sacred Weapon. Once their information was recorded, they wouldn’t be able to mix into the later groups.

“Understood.”

The two hundred disciples said in unison. They all went to the Sacred Spirit Stone to record their names. It only took three minutes.

“Okay. Now, the chaotic battle begins.”

After Elder Li finished speaking, the disciples on the stage started to attack the disciples next to them. There were two hundred people. They could only leave one disciple behind. Therefore, they had to use all their strength to obtain a chance.

Feng Yumei frowned and said, “There are at least ten thousand primary disciples. With two hundred people competing, will they be able to finish the competition in a day?”

“Of course.” Nan Desheng said first. “I was promoted from the primary disciples. There are only two thousand primary disciples who participate in the competition every half a year. Among the primary disciples, there are disciples from the First to Ninth Rank of the Spirit Transformation Realm. There is no hope for the disciples at the First Rank to win against the disciples at the Second Rank. How could they overestimate themselves and compete against the disciples at the Eighth and Ninth Rank?”

“That’s right.” Lei Lie continued Nan Desheng’s words. “Therefore, the disciples who participate in the competition are all at the Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Rank. Even the middle-level and high-level disciples are the same. The disciples at the Seventh Rank and below are basically here to be tortured. Therefore, unless they have some special trump cards that allow them to challenge those above their rank, they won’t sign up.”

“Yeah,” Ye Qianchen said, “But there are only a few disciples who can challenge those above their level. So, most of them only need to watch quietly. Look at the crowd of disciples on the square. In fact, most of them are here to watch, especially the primary disciples. Less than one-tenth of them are participating in the competition.”

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, “That’s right. After all, most of the primary disciples are at the first or second level. There are very few people who can reach the sixth or seventh level. As for the eighth or ninth level, there are even fewer.”

“I see.” Feng Yu nodded. She finally understood why the elder who registered for the competition looked at her so weirdly.

The name of Yun Fengyu was a symbol of trash. Even people at the fifth or sixth level of the Transformation Spirit Realm didn’t register for the competition. However, she went to register for it. No wonder the elder looked at her so weirdly.

The elder probably recognized her before she said her name. As for how he recognized her, no one knew.

“Little Fengyu, when are you going to go on stage?” Nan Sifan asked with a smile. He was looking forward to the scene where Feng Yu would blind the eyes of all the elders and disciples.

That scene would be very interesting.

Sigh, they thought that Feng Yu was a natural trash.

“I’ll be the last one.” Feng Yu replied lazily.

Nan Jie Yuan couldn’t wait to see Bei Ming Hao’s ugly face, so he asked, “Why?”

Feng Yu glanced at him and smiled, “Don’t you know that experts always appear at the last moment?”

Nan Jie Yuan… His heart broke down. You are only at the peak of the Common Mysterious Realm and you dare to say that you are an expert?

The two hundred people on the stage seemed to be in a chaotic battle, but in reality, the battle ended very quickly. Feng Yu estimated that it would be over in less than twenty minutes. The disciples on the stage were either kicked out of the stage or lying on the stage. It was too horrible to see.

Feng Yu knew that the young man standing on the stage was not the strongest one. Instead, he was only average among the two hundred people.

The chaotic battle was about luck, especially when everyone was about the same strength. Luck was not the only factor.

If he knew how to conserve his strength, then when everyone was exhausted, he would be at an advantage.

Soon, the disciples on the stage were cleaned out by the disciples of the Internal Affairs Palace. Some of them could walk.

Elder Li walked in the middle of the stage and said loudly, “I now declare that the winner of the first round of the preliminary disciple competition is You Feng of the Warrior Palace. Next, the second round will begin.”

After he finished speaking, another two hundred disciples rushed up. Feng Yu saw that Yun Menglan was among them. Feng Yu suddenly started to laugh. This kind of chaotic battle was fought at a close distance. Mages and archers were at a disadvantage. She really didn’t understand why Yun Menglan would join in.

Was she really going to be the one to be tortured?

After this group of disciples had made a record in front of the Holy Spirit Stone, they started to fight.

Nan Jie Yuan’s eyes fell on Yun Menglan. He held his chin with one hand and said in a ruffian tone, “Little Feng Yu, that is your Second Miss. I didn’t expect her to be so pretty.”

Feng Yu couldn’t be bothered with him. She just ignored him. However, her eyes fell on Yun Menglan. She only knew Yun Menglan among this group of disciples.

“However, this little beauty seems to be an archer,” Nan Jie Yuan continued, “In this kind of chaotic battle, unless she has a certain level of strength, she will be at a disadvantage…”

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yu saw with her sharp eyes that Yun Menglan had just pulled her bow and arrow. Before she could show her strength, she was kicked away by a female disciple.

Yun Menglan was at the Eighth Level of the Spirit Transformation Realm. The female disciple was at the Ninth Level of the Spirit Transformation Realm. She was a sword user, a close combat high attack type. No wonder Yun Menglan was so easily killed.

She was kicked to the ground, and the spiritual bow in her hand fell to the side. She looked quite miserable. Soon, a male disciple was kicked out as well. Just when Yun Menglan was about to sit up, that male disciple smashed onto her body and pushed her down again.

Yun Menglan seemed to cry out in pain. Feng Yu saw her beautiful facial features twist. Feng Yu couldn’t help but laugh. This Yun Menglan liked to join in the fun. The feeling of being a meat cushion for others must be quite good.