The brief interlude quickly passed, and the second round of the competition officially began.
Contestants entered the arena space in pairs to compete.
Long Yufei appeared calm on the surface, but she was sowhat concerned inside.
Before long, a female guard hurried over and whispered in Long Yufei’s ear, "State Governor, the Pavilion Master says everything is normal over there."
Everything is normal?
Long Yufei breathed a sigh of relief internally and nodded to indicate she understood.
Since the butler showed no anomalies, it was very likely that this drama was staged for that little guy.
Her gaze fell on Chu Chen once again.
Chu Chen’s ergence had clearly disrupted the plans of the top three forces, sparking their murderous intent.
To divert her attention with a fake perpetrator and take the opportunity to tamper with sothing.
A token?
Long Yufei suddenly realized, her eyes landing on the token in Chu Chen’s hand.
It was likely that those guys had already switched out Chu Chen’s original opponent.
But now that the match had started, she couldn’t possibly stop it to redistribute the tokens, as that would be unfair to the contestants who had already won their matches.
She summoned a female guard, whispered a few words to her, and the guard hurried to Chu Chen’s side, whispering, "Young master, the State Governor asked to remind you that your opponent might have been switched, please be extrely careful. If you can’t win, you should concede imdiately."
"The opponent was switched?"
Chu Chen drank so beast milk, blinked his adorable big eyes, and asked with so anticipation, "Was it switched to soone from the Myriad Beasts Sect? Can we barbecue today?"
The female guard was speechless. How could this little one miss the point? Was that really the point?
After a mont, she solemnly threatened, "I don’t know if it’s soone from the Myriad Beasts Sect, but they’re definitely very, very strong, maybe strong enough to beat many like you. You must be careful, got it?"
"Oh, I got it, thank you, Auntie, thank you, Auntie Long."
Chu Chen drank more beast milk, nodded his little head, and the mont the female guard turned to leave, he whispered hopefully, "I hope they switched it for soone from the Myriad Beasts Sect, otherwise there will be no at to roast today."
The female guard staggered almost falling over.
Well, that was a waste of breath.
This little guy never caught the main point.
Or, in his little mind, whether he could roast at was the main point.
"Competitors with token number thirty-five, please enter the arena."
At that mont, another female guard’s voice ca from the arena.
Token number thirty-five?
Chu Chen picked up his token and looked at it, furrowing his little brows as he muttered in distress, "What number is mine again? I forgot to ask the guard auntie."
At that mont, a young man with a Ghost Head Great Saber strapped to his back and a sinister look had already stepped onto the arena.
Yet the other bearer of token number thirty-five was nowhere to be seen.
But the gaze of the saber-carrying young man fell on Chu Chen.
Chu Chen looked at his token over and over again, put away his milk bottle into the Suru Ring, and stretched out his chubby hand to poke a young female contestant beside him, asking, "Big sister, is this thirty-five? I can’t recognize it."
The girl, a bit speechless but rembering her own inability to read at the age of three, smiled, took the token, looked at it, and nodded, "Yes, it’s thirty-five. It’s your turn to go on stage."
"Oh! Thank you, big sister."
Chu Chen giggled, leapt up, and landed on the arena.
"Wow! The little milk baby is up."
"It’s a pity, such a pity, why isn’t his opponent soone from the Myriad Beasts Sect?"
The audience, seeing Chu Chen, instantly beca excited.
But seeing that Chu Chen’s opponent was a young man carrying a saber, and not a disciple of the Myriad Beasts Sect, disappointnt couldn’t help but bubble up again.
Looks like there’s no grilled at for today.
The saber-carrying young man clearly knew who his opponent was well in advance, and upon seeing Chu Chen, he wasn’t surprised, but clasped his fists and said, "My na is Liu Tian, a Martial Emperor Peak sword cultivator, from the Ghost Saber Sect."
"Martial Emperor Peak? With such strength, you might as well give up early."
"Exactly, even six Demon Beasts in the early stage of Martial Venerate Realm were easily defeated by the little milk baby, so what excitent are you trying to add with your Martial Emperor Peak?"
Hearing about the young man’s cultivation, everyone couldn’t help but be speechless.
Seeing how confident the young man appeared, they thought his strength was formidable, but it turned out he’s just at the peak of Martial Emperor—how pointless to even fight.
Chu Chen, on the other hand, didn’t care about the opponent’s cultivation level. He mimicked the young man’s gesture with his plump little hands clasped in front, speaking in a milky voice, "My na’s Chu, uh, my na’s Ai Kaorou, no cultivation, from the … Grilled at Sect."
No cultivation?
Liu Tian’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He had seen this little milk baby fight yesterday, single-handedly killing six Blood Wolves, which were comparable to the early stage of Martial Venerate. How could he possibly have no cultivation?
If not for the object that man gave him, he would have directly admitted defeat against this little milk baby.
And now you’re telling you have no cultivation?
Are you looking down on ? Or are you looking down on the Ghost Saber Sect?
Liu Tian felt a surge of naless rage rise within him, which also solidified his resolve to join the Demon Saber Sect.
He drew the Ghost Head Great Saber from his back, pointing it at Chu Chen, and said in a deep voice, "Even though you treated to a couple slices of grilled at yesterday, for the sake of my future, I’m sorry."
"You want grilled at? No problem at all, just kill a few Demon Beasts, and I can grill them for you."
Chu Chen clearly didn’t grasp the implication of Liu Tian’s words, speaking with an innocent face.
Liu Tian’s eyebrows furrowed again, and he said coldly, "I an, I intend to make you my stepping stone."
"Stepping stone?"
Chu Chen looked at his little shoulders, then at Liu Tian’s large feet, shaking his head and waving his hands repeatedly, "No, no, your feet are too big, they’ll crush ."
Pfft!
The crowd outside the arena almost burst into laughter.
"You!"
Liu Tian was infuriated, but then he took a deep breath, held his saber, and stopped talking, waiting for the arena space to open.
A three-year-old toddler could understand what words? Ridiculous that he even thought of communicating with him—wasn’t that like playing the lute to a cow?
Today, no matter what, I must complete the task.
he knew with his cultivation, it was impossible to win against this little milk baby, but with the object that man gave him, he might have a chance.
At that thought, he subconsciously touched his chest, feeling the elixir still there, and a renewed confidence shone in his eyes.
"Let the match begin."
As the female guard’s voice fell, the space within the arena suddenly changed, and the two reappeared in that vast arena space filled with light.
"Watch the saber!"
Liu Tian shouted as he swung his saber down.
Chu Chen appeared rather uninterested. Winning didn’t an there’d be any at to grill, and he really couldn’t muster any enthusiasm.
He clenched his chubby little fist and threw a punch, and with a thud, Liu Tian was sent flying, person and saber together.
In mid-air, blood spurted wildly, but in an unnoticed mont, he took the opportunity to swallow a black elixir.
By the ti he landed, the power of the elixir had just begun to take effect.
He slowly stood up with strands of black Demonic Qi swirling around him, a chilling aura sweeping out as his montum soared rapidly, crossing the Martial Arts Sect realm and directly reaching the Martial Venerate Realm.
Is this pure Demonic Qi?
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