Chapter 403: Let’s go out whole, then we’ll talk (3k)
A few days later, Su Jiu once again stepped onto the competition arena. She was dressed in Crow Feather Attire, standing alone in the waiting area. If before she seemed like a disciple sister of a sword immortal, now she was a cold, senior disciple sister, her face exuding an unpretentious aloofness.
Why wear Crow Feather Attire?
Seeing blood, light-colored clothes stain easily.
As a middle-aged referee, whose appearance closely resembled that of Captain Bug, slowly walked onto the plaza, thunderous cheers erupted from the stands. The second match, [Son of the Dragon] Wend vs. [Temporary Dark Horse] Frost Blade, was about to begin.
In their hearts, after this match, the subsequent ones were practically unnecessary, as it was clear who the stronger one was.
The cheers gradually subsided as the referee lowered his hand. After surveying the audience, the middle-aged referee smiled and announced loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen, what follows is our six-to-four elimination rule. The losers will enter the loser bracket, and the winners will revive their qualification for the competition and be placed in the winner bracket. According to the competition system, the winners of today will advance directly. Each must compete in two matches to determine the finalists.”
“Alright, the time for the six-to-four elimination matches has arrived. We shall begin now. Any team whose names appear on the big screen, please come to the stage as soon as possible. Once the designated time has passed, it will be considered a forfeiture.”
The “Captain Bug” referee did not delay. After explaining the competition rules, he slowly retreated to the edge of the stage. Soon, the names of two teams appeared on the big screen.
[Invincible Team (Divine Elephant University)]
[Warrior Team (Magical Capital University)]
Upon hearing their names, two figures swiftly leaped from the stands and landed steadily in the arena, facing each other. One, dressed in monastic robes, was the Divine Elephant Saint Son, Aishi. The emotionless girl opposite him was presumably the Martial Arts fanatic from the Magical Capital.
The two individuals on stage, in previous world championships, would undoubtedly have contended for the championship. However, in this competition, they did not create much of a stir. The spectators’ emotions remained stable, as they were all anticipating the next match.
Soon, the battle truly began. It was similar to Su Jiu’s previous match, with the captain going first. The Martial Arts fanatic senior sister of Su Jiu possessed a fire-element special bloodline, her attacks incredibly swift. The Saint Son, on the other hand, was of the Holy Light attribute, capable of both tanking and healing. The moment they met, intense energy fluctuations erupted.
The moment the referee spoke, Su Jiu’s Martial Arts fanatic senior sister transformed into a fiery red figure, wielding a scarlet flame spear, rapidly darting around Aishi, exploiting his agility. Her spear, wreathed in flame, aimed directly at his vital points. In an instant, she unleashed dozens of afterimages, as if possessed by an ancient spear spirit, her attacks sharp and unparalleled.
However, while her attacks were fierce, her opponent was no ordinary person. Aishi, leveraging his light-attribute’s tanking and offensive capabilities, continuously erected shields. Then, with a glow of Healing Arts emanating from his hands, he stubbornly endured the onslaught of her spear. He felt a faint sweetness in his mouth and, looking back at his opponent, was met with another standard move, [Jiaolong Comes Out of the Sea]. He could only swing his exotic sword and was repeatedly forced back.
As the atmosphere on the field grew more intense, the initial lukewarm atmosphere gradually began to… The jubilant cheers from the stands also began to rise.
“It’s about to end,” Su Jiu said softly, shaking her head as she watched Aishi, who was constantly forced to defend and secretly gathering power, from the waiting area.
E Huo, perched on Su Jiu’s shoulder, tilted his little head towards Su Jiu’s right cheek, chuckled, and while eating a Magic Crystal, said, “Mom, is the sister holding the long spear going to win?”
“Heh heh, little girl, you don’t understand, do you?”
Upon hearing Su Jiu’s words, Ah Hu, who was standing on tiptoe to watch, suddenly’s eyes lit up. After refuting E Huo, he gave Su Jiu a thumbs-up and chuckled, “Captain, your eyesight is indeed amazing, but I also see that the Divine Elephant Saint Son seems to have been attacked all along, but he has been accumulating power for a long time. I’m afraid he can suddenly strike when that Martial Arts fanatic from the Magical Capital is careless.”
“No, the Martial Arts fanatic from Mo University is going to win. That Saint Son is just for show. The Martial Arts fanatic’s skills are highly practiced, and her spear moves like a dragon. Everywhere her spear passes is a vital point—Aishi has no chance to counterattack.”
Su Jiu turned to look at Ah Hu and said softly, blinking her eyes, “Such a crushing matchup, why are you so imaginative? But speaking of which, Li Yi and the other two are indeed the imaginative trio.”
Before, they would also imagine her identity on their own…
“Ah?”
Ah Hu scratched his head. Not only was he confused, but Li Yi and the other two also showed puzzled expressions. Most people with discerning eyes would favor the patient Divine Elephant Saint Son, wouldn’t they?
As if to verify Su Jiu’s words, the fierce battle on the field finally shifted. Forced to within half a meter of the edge of the stage, the Saint Son Aishi’s exotic long sword trembled. He gritted his teeth, sneered, and suddenly intended to smear the golden light on his sword tip towards the Martial Arts fanatic senior sister’s face.
“Your intentions are too obvious.”
However, the latter, wielding the long spear, seemed to disregard it entirely. With her slim waist as the center, she bent the spear into a bow shape and forcefully swept it across, like a Jiaolong wagging its tail. In one strike, she sent the short figure tumbling off the stage, spitting out a mouthful of blood, directly losing the ability to fight.
“I’m going to get some drinks. There’s no need to watch this match; it’s basically my senior sister’s solo performance. I’m afraid the professors and directors from Magical Capital never thought she could fight this well?”
After the opponent was defeated, Su Jiu decided to buy some drinks from the vending machine, contemplating how to defeat Wend in the most impactful way without letting him be eliminated early.
As expected, when Su Jiu returned with the drinks, another member of the Divine Elephant Kingdom was swept off the stage with a single spear.
The representative of the Divine Elephant Kingdom’s expression gradually became gloomy. After Su Jiu’s performance, he had stopped being “boisterous.” Now, being defeated by a student from Magical Capital University, he wore a face as pale as roasted arsenic.
The subsequent team members were not even at Battle King Level, so they were likely to be strung up.
The sun gradually climbed to its zenith. Divine Elephant University was swept clean by the Martial Arts fanatic, Zero. The Divine Elephant “high monk” representative’s face turned the color of liver.
Next was the segment everyone was looking forward to: Su Jiu’s match against Wend. The stands surrounding the plaza finally erupted with thunderous cheers, shaking the spectators’ eardrums.
“The second round of matches officially begins—please have the captains of both sides come onto the stage.”
From the referee’s seat, a referee slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping across the arena, and then announced loudly.
As the referee’s words fell, the noisy plaza fell silent for a moment, and then countless pairs of eyes “swsh” shifted towards Su Jiu, followed by Wend in the stands opposite Su Jiu, each with eyes full of anticipation.
“Captain, Wend has the assistance of a Battle King Level Priest, who provides healing and various buffs. His strength will likely be about thirty to forty percent stronger than fighting alone.” Looking at Wend, who was slowly walking towards the stage, Chen Jia’er’s face showed a hint of worry, then she spoke up, “How about, Captain, letting Ah Yi go first to wear him down, and then you go?”
“No need.”
Su Jiu waved her hand. Her gaze seemed to pierce through the crowd, finally settling on Wend’s pale, handsome face. Then, the corners of her lips curled into a cold smile.
If you interfere, how can I cripple him? Su Jiu not only wanted to cripple Wend but also to ensure their team could not participate in the revival match.
A Priest?
To a top assassin like Su Jiu, they were merely toys that could only last a few seconds. If she went for a kill, they wouldn’t even last a second.
“I’m going, E Huo.” “Mhm~”
Just like her opponent, Su Jiu only brought E Huo and walked up the stairs to the competition arena. The smile on her face appeared gentle to outsiders, and the way she carried herself onto the stage seemed pure and innocent, looking like a girl next door to anyone who saw her.
After the two fully ascended the stage, the surrounding stands immediately erupted with a tsunami of cheers. Reporters frantically photographed the stage, knowing that this might be the most intense match, and there might not be any more battles of this caliber later.
“Wend is no match for her.” Morin adjusted his magic hat and leaned against the wooden chair in the audience, saying indifferently to a few teammates who were betting on who would win.
“Why? Wend has the assistance of a pure-blooded dragon descendant, and also the support of a Battle King Level Priest. He should be much stronger than Suzuki Yoshiko was, shouldn’t he?” Morin’s teammate asked confusedly.
Morin shook his head, looked at the stage, and said with a bitter smile, “Haven’t you realized that Frost Blade is the Night Watcher elder we eat with? The elder’s strength… is not something we students can contend with.”
“WC, it’s really her! No wonder Ils’ team forfeited like that, and they said that Frost Blade wrote ‘Land of Freedom’…”
Hearing this, the teammates were stunned for a moment. They suddenly looked at the stage, their eyes widening. They had only thought she looked similar before, but now that Su Jiu was wearing the Crow Feather Attire again, they recognized her immediately.
Actually, it wasn’t their fault. Westerners looking at Easterners, and Easterners looking at Westerners, if it wasn’t very obvious, generally people were face-blind.
Wend, who appeared before Su Jiu, had carelessly scattered hair and a lazy expression on his face. His body was tall and straight, and if described using online terms, he was likely a “puppy-like” youth.
“What a smiling tiger…”
With lowered eyelids, Su Jiu looked at his smiling face, feeling sick to her stomach, only thinking about how he deliberately framed Vivian, almost causing her and Vivian to be unable to see each other for fifty years. A hint of killing intent began to emanate from her.
“Are you Miss Frost Blade? Would you be interested in having a meal with me after the match?” As Su Jiu sized up Wend, he was also smiling at her and asked.
“It’s possible, but it has to be after the match…”
Su Jiu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she tilted her head slightly. Her thin lips parted, and she smiled. When she said the last part, a surge of killing intent seemed to appear, but she didn’t finish the sentence.
Then, let’s go out whole, then we’ll talk.
