Chapter 320: Willing to Wait Fifty Years? (3k)
Lin Tingyu’s words silenced the entire venue, followed by thunderous applause, and soon, her clear voice rang out again: “The challenge is not to directly challenge them, but to first challenge their respective team members. Only by successfully challenging their team members can one qualify to challenge them.”
“Successfully challenging a team member will earn a reward of Body Tempering Liquid from our school and qualification for the World Competition. Successfully challenging the captain or vice-captain will grant the qualification for a newly formed team.”
Scanning her surroundings, Lin Tingyu’s fingertips glowed with silver-white sword energy. With a faint smile, she cast it towards the sky, which then erupted with a brilliant radiance. In the next moment, her crisp voice echoed throughout the entire plaza.
“Now, all the talented individuals who will represent us in the World Competition, please take the stage. The challengers have only one requirement: they must be below sophomore year and have reached the War General Level.”
Ignoring the sudden commotion in the audience, Su Jiu remained half-crouched, her eyes fixed on her phone. The screen still displayed her personal chat records. Doubi Xi hadn’t replied to her…
The other party, however, was typing continuously, seemingly contemplating a difficult problem but afraid to ask it out loud.
Although many spectators didn’t fully understand the challenge mechanism, after Lin Tingyu spoke, figures began to appear from all sections of the audience, eventually arriving at the challenge area before the stage.
As more and more people queued up at the challenge area, the atmosphere in the audience immediately intensified.
Especially when the first challenger went to challenge Hu Yang’s team member, the atmosphere surged into a crescendo, with unified cheers erupting, deafening to the ears.
All eyes were on the tall man with a solemn expression beside Hu Yang on the elevated platform.
The man stood leaning on his spear. As if sensing the surrounding gazes, he slowly opened his eyes, and instantly, a sharp and domineering aura surged out like a tide!
It was the aura of a High-Rank Battle General.
Opposite him stood a young man wielding two short daggers. His face was quite handsome, but at this moment, it was filled with a look of solemnity. Clearly, it was a bit of a stretch to have him face an enemy of this caliber.
“A Mid-Rank Battle General fighting a High-Rank Battle General. There’s basically no suspense,” Su Jiu muttered softly, her gaze shifting between the two on the stage, and she lost interest.
She fiddled with her phone, sighed, and walked towards the challenge queue, her brows slightly furrowed.
The persistent lack of any news made her not only irritable but also caused Doubi Xi’s image to continuously flash through her mind. She wondered if her divination today was making her uneasy.
“The challengers are in place. Please, the two of you may begin,” Lin Tingyu said faintly, waving her hand towards the two confronting each other in the arena, gently pushing others off the stage with her external qi.
As Lin Tingyu’s voice fell, all eyes in the venue became fiery, filled with anticipation.
Although he didn’t have much hope for himself, the young man with the dual daggers was, after all, a War General level expert, so he possessed the necessary mental fortitude. The reason he hadn’t been chosen was due to his lower cultivation level.
Therefore, after Lin Tingyu announced the start of the match, he slowly suppressed his inner panic, his gaze fixed solemnly on the High-Rank Battle General opponent. With a flash of his hand, a faint white light flickered.
A pale blue longsword appeared in his hand. The sword body subtly emanated strange ripples and trembled slightly, as if it were alive, which was quite peculiar.
With the longsword in hand, the young man’s aura also became much more substantial. Waves of pale blue water-attribute external qi surged out from his body, eventually flowing down his arm and gathering at the tip of the sword.
As if sensing the opponent’s gradually condensing aura, Hu Yang’s team member finally slowly opened his eyes. He casually glanced at the opponent, casually swung his hand, and the long spear, as if possessed of its own spirit, landed in his grasp.
“Student, let me see your skills,” the young man said with a deep voice, pointing his longsword directly at the tall team member.
[I want to ask you a question, tell me the truth.]
In the challenger’s queue, Su Jiu finally received a message from Doubi Xi. She lowered her head, her hair covering her phone, the light hitting her dark hair, forming a private little world separate from the surrounding noise.
She tapped the keyboard lightly, and the sound of typing could be heard from her phone.
[You tell me.]
While Su Jiu was replying, the water-attribute youth who had initiated the challenge in the arena attacked first. His strength was not weak; as he attacked, the subtle sound of sea waves emanated from the sword body, slowly spreading and reaching everyone’s ears.
The moment their attacks collided, the tall team member’s long spear subtly prodded, then pressed down firmly, and that fierce sword energy was actually firmly suppressed beneath the spear tip.
Suddenly suppressed, the challenging youth faltered slightly. As expected, those who could participate in the World Competition were not weak; they were at least the cream of the crop among their peers.
“The match is over.”
The instant the challenging youth faltered, a faint voice suddenly came from the tall youth’s mouth. The former’s hairs stood on end as he sensed a gust of wind closing in on him. The tall team member’s long spear, as if possessing resilience, flicked forcefully.
“Pfft!”
The challenging youth’s face turned slightly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His body scraped along the ground as he was violently thrown out of the arena.
Looking at the challenging youth, who sprayed blood and slid out of the arena, the entire venue fell silent, with gasps of cold air rising in succession. Some challengers began to have thoughts of retreating, which immediately cleared the way in front of Su Jiu, leaving only one person behind, as if the area had been swept clean.
“Ding!” As the phone chimed, Doubi Xi’s message arrived again.
[If a friend of yours were to leave you for fifty years, would you still remember her? (Blood Princess sighs)]
Upon seeing the message, Su Jiu’s body stiffened slightly. She couldn’t quite understand why Doubi Xi would ask such a question, and without waiting for a response, it was her turn to take the stage. She lightly tapped her phone keyboard, retorting:
[Then why would she leave me for fifty years? Fifty years later, I might not even know if I’m alive or dead.]
Upon seeing Su Jiu’s message, the other party was silent for a moment before replying directly:
[Due to unavoidable circumstances.]
Su Jiu glanced at the ongoing competition on the stage, a feeling of unease rising in her heart. She lightly pressed the question mark on her phone:
[Unavoidable circumstances?]
The other party remained silent, and after a long while, slowly typed:
[She did her best, but fate is like a circus clown, constantly toying with her, rejecting her time and time again… She has no other path but to sleep for fifty years.]
As Su Jiu read these words, the small red flower in her eyes began to tremble, and the feeling of unease surged continuously. It was as if she were witnessing the final confession of a lonely soul.
Her rational mind screamed that Doubi Xi was just asking a question that many girls would ask, and there was nothing to it…
But she couldn’t help but ask:
[Are you alright? Don’t say that. How about the clothes I bought for you?]
On the other end of the QQ account, a Blood Princess heart-making emoji was suddenly sent, followed by some text, spoken like a theatrical declaration:
[I’m fine. I like the clothes very much… So, are you willing to wait for her for fifty years?]
[No]
[I can’t possibly wait for her that long.]
“Student, it’s your turn! Hurry and go pick a schoolmate, don’t just stand there blankly.”
Su Jiu, startled, was about to say something more when the urging calls continued. Glancing at the girl who had just been defeated and walked off stage, she slowly walked towards the stage with her phone. Her gaze swept over the proud student representatives, her heart in utter turmoil.
Finally, her gaze locked onto Chen Qianyun from earlier. With a casual point, she said absentmindedly, “You come up.”
Su Jiu no longer had much focus on the competition. She had only one thought now: to go and see Doubi Xi and find out what was wrong with her!
Waiting fifty years was too foolish!
Su Jiu’s demeanor caused a stir throughout the venue. The first to react was Hu Yang, who was not far away. He looked at the face that had so easily defeated him in the past, feeling a sense of melancholy, and also fortunate that the other party hadn’t chosen him.
A day prior, his elder sister had told him about those experiences. Although it was bizarre, nothing was more peculiar than coming back from the dead. Moreover, the other party’s strength, which could easily overwhelm a priest, represented something Hu Yang understood very well—
She was even stronger than that martial arts fanatic in the school, and it wasn’t impossible for her to even secure a top three spot in the World Competition.
Hu Yang’s expression was naturally noticed by his teammates. His teammate looked at him and then at Su Jiu on the stage, whose gaze was somewhat unfocused, and whispered, “Captain, are you regretting that the beautiful junior fellow student didn’t pick us?”
“Regret? I’m glad,” Hu Yang glanced at him, gave a faint smile, and then stepped back, leaving the stage to the Emperor Capital representatives for their performance.
“Huh?” The teammate looked at Hu Yang blankly, not understanding the meaning behind his words.
“She’s different. She’s a monster.”
Hu Yang glanced at him, his small braided tail swaying casually. He then shook his head again, sighing as if to the air, “Moreover, my Hu family owes her a favor. If it weren’t for her, my sister would have been a goner…”
After the competition ended, he intended to speak with Su Jiu. As long as her request wasn’t too excessive, he would accept it.
Meanwhile, the Emperor Capital University had erupted in chaos. As the top institution in the Dragon Country, someone dared to challenge them. The troop leader, a Battle King level teacher, was slightly taken aback and then smiled contemptuously at the thin and petite figure before him, clearly thinking she was overestimating her abilities.
“Heh, go up. Don’t hold back.”
With a disdainful glance at Su Jiu, who was looking down at her phone, Chen Qianyun smiled faintly and casually pointed at a yellow-haired teammate, then gestured towards the competition arena, giving a casual order.
Nodding lightly, the yellow-haired man slowly walked towards the stage, constantly moving his neck from side to side, a malicious smile on his face. Upon reaching the center of the stage, he noticed his opponent was looking down, her face showing a dazed expression, and couldn’t help but mock, “Little sister, you have great courage to dare challenge our Emperor Capital University, but your strength is a bit lacking…”
Holding her phone, Su Jiu’s pupils trembled continuously. She stared fixedly at the ground, her aura beginning to leak uncontrollably. The E Huo hanging by her ear also trembled slightly. She could feel that momma was truly angry this time.
Only the latest reply on her phone was vaguely visible:
[I wanted you to wait for me for fifty years too. It’s fine now… Meng Ling/meng*-/ling* first submission]
[Goodbye, my servant.]
[If you still remember me after fifty years.]
However, the Little Bat avatar completely went dark, as if it had truly passed away.
