Chapter 676: During the Competition (3k)
The excitement didn’t last long. The six intermediate Battle King alchemical items were quickly purchased by teachers from several schools and the Onmyoji in the VIP lounge, each with a smile of having made a great profit.
Su Jiu held his potato chips and quietly watched from below, a faint smile on his face…
These were all human leeks.
Although the selling price was not very high, it brought Su Jiu a profit of 136 intermediate Magic Crystals, which could be used to cultivate a Demigod Level Phantom from scratch, approximately three and a bit.
However, Su Jiu did not intend to invest all of it. He would first invest in two monster fish to promote their transformation into Demigods, and then keep the remaining seventy-odd as renewal fees for when these creatures died.
After all, to revive a fallen Demigod would require about fifteen intermediate Magic Crystals for renewal, a cost not easily afforded. If one wanted an immortal squad, more Magic Crystals would need to be stored.
“Since everyone’s buying and selling is concluded, I shall depart at the request of the shop owner.”
As the excitement on the field dissipated, Shadow Two transformed into a ball of black mist and merged into the floor, then moved rapidly towards the outside of the arena. Su Jiu did this deliberately to conceal his identity.
After all, few dared to have designs on the Magic Crystals on his person.
First, there were a horde of reporters, and then the strength of the [Shadow Society] itself was unknown. If those grey forces were to act rashly, it would definitely be unwise.
“Uncle Lin Chuan, go and follow that black shadow that just left here and see if you can snatch the Magic Crystals from him.”
However, some people harbored intentions of testing the waters. Ghost Fire Boy tapped his earpiece and looked outside with prolonged gaze. It was clear he was somewhat different from “Spiritually Young Man,” but…
The difference was not significant.
A slightly helpless middle-aged voice sounded from the other end of the earpiece, “Young Master Fujino, the Family Head has instructed us not to cause any trouble. The only mission is to guard the ruins and report back any incidents.”
“A hundred-odd intermediate Magic Crystals are still a large sum of money for you and me.”
With a light chuckle, Kamishiro Fujiye continued in a calm tone, “His level has not reached Battle God Level. With Uncle Lin Chuan’s Beginner Battle God strength, it should be enough to deal with him. And for an unknown organization, I don’t believe they have the qualifications to resist our Kamishiro Family.”
He paused, as if waiting for a reply from the other end of the phone. Soon, the old man’s voice rang out again:
“Alright, Young Master, it’s best not to attract too much attention. The Old Master has recalled Young Master Yuichi and has a message: the heavy rain is coming, their probing has begun, and Tokyo is about to descend into chaos…”
With a sigh, the other end of the earpiece said with a wry smile, but it was abruptly interrupted by Kamishiro Fujiye.
“No need to say more! I know what I’m doing. Even if the other party discovers it, what of it? They are most likely a force supported by some family and wouldn’t dare to act…”
A faint smile flashed in his eyes, and he then added, “Don’t tell Grandpa or the others about this. Once it’s done, I’ll give you ten intermediate Magic Crystals.”
In such turbulent times, who could know it was him making the move? In the current Tokyo, almost every upper-class force was waiting for a rain, a rain that could reshuffle everything.
Knowing this, who would care about his small actions? Although a hundred intermediate Magic Crystals were not a small amount, they were merely that to the major powers…
Everyone was a player, and no one would flip the table over a few Magic Crystals.
After the farce ended, the competition resumed as usual. Gen Jixiang calmly stepped onto the stage, and a deliberately hearty laugh sounded from the opposite side: “Are you Teacher Gen? I’ll be fighting you this match, haha.”
“You are too weak.”
She tilted her head slightly and casually glanced at Ran Hua, who was clad in plate armor, her expression filled with indifference, as if looking at a stray dog.
The latter was also a talented individual. Upon being subjected to such a gaze, the smile on his face slowly froze. Clenching the long sword in his hand, he said somewhat awkwardly,
“Miss, I admit you are very strong, but isn’t this too impolite?”
“Hm?”
Looking up, Gen Jixiang seemed to be trying to get a clear look at him. After a few seconds, she slowly shook her head, waved dismissively with a look of disdain, and said softly,
“If you want others to respect you, you must first respect them. When you looked down on the weak when fighting in South Asia, then when I fight you, I will also look down on you.”
As her words fell, sparse applause sounded in the arena. For these somewhat old and rigid scholars, receiving respect was indeed more important than winning a battle.
“Creak!!”
Glancing at the reporters who were taking pictures, Ran Hua’s expression became even more unpleasant. He was now being used as a backdrop to highlight her, and it was likely that the country would be cursing him. He could only swim back to the big stick side.
“This woman is very smart. Now she’ll have the title of righteousness splashed across the headlines of all the major newspapers.”
Looking at Gen Jixiang in front of him, Su Jiu chuckled. These children of prominent families were rarely easy to deal with.
E Huo blinked and continued to eat potato chips, while Lin looked up and scanned the spectators below, her gaze falling on Gen Jixiang. After a quick glance at Su Jiu, she tentatively asked,
“I bet this girl will win this match. Do you dare to bet with me? The stakes are the same as last time…”
Upon hearing this, Su Jiu turned his head again. His slightly reddish pupils were like those of a dead fish. He looked at Lin as if she were an idiot and chuckled, “Do you think I look like an idiot?”
“No, you look like a con artist.”
In response to Su Jiu’s rhetorical question, Lin blinked her eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then replied with a serious expression.
But after speaking, she felt a pang of regret and showed a struggling expression, fearing that the con artist would find another excuse to make her do strange things. She quickly extended a finger from her sweater sleeve and added,
“A somewhat conscientious con artist.”
“Heh, what kind of combination of adjective and noun is this?”
Looking at the serious Lin, Su Jiu’s mouth twitched. She didn’t even know if the other party was naturally oblivious or genuinely a bit slow…
“These snacks won’t fill you up. Eat some Magic Crystals, or you’ll starve.”
Shaking his head, he silently took out two ice-type beginner Magic Crystals from his pocket and tossed them over, then turned his gaze back to the arena.
Extending her hands out of her sweater, Lin received the two fist-sized Magic Crystals emitting a pale blue light. She was taken aback for a moment, pursed her lips, and after a moment, the corners of her mouth flattened slightly, her eyes showing a hint of inferiority. She mumbled,
“Rarely have you shown a little conscience. Otherwise, if I starve to death, who will owe you money?”
As she spoke, she put the Magic Crystals into her mouth, narrowing her eyes slightly, like a kitten enjoying catnip, the corners of her mouth curling slightly…
She actually had some Magic Crystals that could be used for sustenance.
But she inexplicably felt happy taking things from Su Jiu for free.
“What’s wrong with this little idiot bird again?”
Glancing at Lin, who was smiling beside him, Su Jiu looked at the two people facing each other on the stage. He found this seemingly suspenseful match somewhat boring. The skill levels of both sides were not on the same dimension, making it impossible to fight.
However, the Fujiwara family releasing this princess of the underground world was probably so that she could participate in the ruins investigation, right?
It seemed that this ruin must have some hidden secrets.
“Kyoko.”
Gen Jixiang looked calmly at the youth in armor in front of her. She twirled her palm, and a slender two-inch short sword popped out from her sleeve. She then casually swung it, forming a strong gust of wind on the sword, scattering dust from the ground in all directions.
“Since Miss Gen is not giving me face, then I must have a good sparring session.”
Looking at the front with a solemn expression and seeing her produce a weapon, Ran Hua also tightly gripped his golden rapier. The sword body trembled and shook at an extremely fast speed. Instantly, he danced a sword flower, and golden qi surged from his body.
“Holy Judgment Sword Art!”
Then, he stomped his hind foot and uttered softly, exerting force forward…
White and gold external qi erupted from their bodies, eventually enveloping them like halos. Then, light and shadow flickered as figures intertwined on the stage, the oppressive aura causing the external qi shield to rumble.
“Clang!”
The sharp golden sword tip stabbed out lightning-fast, but it was easily blocked by the white thin sword with its body. Instantly, sparks flew, and ripples of energy spread out from the point of contact.
“Iai.”
In the brief moment their bodies crossed, Gen Jixiang, with a blank expression, directly ignored the impact of the clash, forcefully reversed her pressure, leaped into the air, and slashed down.
The sword carried a strong gust of wind that tore through the air. The sharp whistling sound of the wind lashing against the air was piercing to the eardrums.
“Even with the alchemical weapon’s enhancement, why am I still not her match?”
Reflecting the thin sword in his pupils, a hint of terror emerged. Ran Hua wanted to retreat, but he was completely unable to resist. In the next moment, the gleaming white thin sword was placed on his shoulder.
“I lost.”
Looking at the calm girl in front of him, Ran Hua felt a surge of powerlessness. He couldn’t understand why there was such a huge difference between them, both being at the half-step Battle God level.
The opponent’s combat skills, strength, speed, and even extraordinary attributes were terrifyingly strong…
The arena was silent. No one expected that this Seoul teacher, who had been so arrogant just now, would be defeated in less than a minute.
“Heh, you must be at your peak for your age, right?”
Ran Hua asked, trying to salvage his dignity. If he faced a god on a mountain, it wouldn’t be too shameful as someone climbing the mountain.
“Peak? You haven’t seen a true god on a mountain.”
Gen Jixiang glanced at him lightly, then retrieved her sword, wiped off some debris from it, and slowly walked towards the audience seats.
“Luko…”
The demeanor of the girl, like that of a peerless swordswoman, left a deep impression on Gen Jixiang. She even felt that if she faced such an enemy, she wouldn’t even have the qualification to draw her sword.
Is this someone of the same generation?
She gave off the illusion of being suffocated.
Would she be fighting Luko later? Every time she thought of that sword strike that made the world white, Gen Jixiang felt an urge to forfeit.
Subsequently, Seoul University, lacking Battle King Level students, was almost crushed by Tokyo University, winning the victory with an overwhelming advantage. After a short break, it was time for the final match.
Imperial Capital University versus Tokyo University!
“Even Lin Chujiu, I can go head to head with her, I don’t believe…”
At the cherry blossom seating, Suzuki Yoshiko leaned back in her chair, her face radiating confidence as the matches approached. Her gaze casually swept across the seats on the Dragon Country side, with a hint of disdain.
Suddenly, as if noticing something, she abruptly stood up, her eyes widening, staring intently at the seats in the back.
“Dragon Country Envoy…”
As a title emerged from her mouth, her legs began to tremble involuntarily, and she even collapsed onto the chair…
“No! Why should I be afraid of her? She’s definitely responsible for protecting these students, and I’ve already paid the fine…”
It wasn’t until half a minute later that Suzuki Yoshiko swallowed and comforted herself. No matter how tragic it was, she wouldn’t encounter that person.
After all, she was on the student track.
