Chapter 72 Won again! Wooooo!

  "It's them! Get them!" The stout man stood at the door, pointing with his short, fat fingers at Ling Fei Yang and the others as he bellowed. After finishing, he turned his head and whispered to the people behind him, "Don't worry, they're not any officials or nobles. And leave that woman for me, don't hurt her."

  Although he lowered his voice, who else was in the house? Zhuge Mingyue and the others naturally heard it clearly, especially Zhuge Mingyue. She rolled her eyes and thought to herself, "Should I thank him for that last sentence?"

  "Master Zhang, are you sure?" The person behind him seemed to hesitate. In the capital city, there were countless young masters from official families. He didn't want to provoke those young masters with his small role. It was fine if the people inside were commoners, but if they were also from official families, it would be troublesome. He didn't want to get stuck in the middle.

  "Don't worry, I'm sure." Dàiféi was very certain.

  Then the people behind got the guarantee and jumped out. It turned out to be a city guard leader, with a team of city guards following him. The identity of this short and fat man was also simple, he was the son of a second-grade official. When the leader saw Zhuge Mingyue and others, he hesitated, some people on the other side were wearing extraordinary clothes, although they were strangers, but their demeanor seemed not to be trifled with. The leader's mind turned quickly, thinking that these people looked very unfamiliar, but their momentum was strong, absolutely not ordinary civilians. Not a noble person in the capital, could it be... The leader's mind cleared instantly.

  Not a noble of the capital, perhaps from another country. Recently at the Chenlong tournament, many nobles from other countries have arrived. Now the leader is secretly cursing this short and fat Zhang young master to death. It's fine to show off normally, but now he's provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked, and comes to make things difficult for them.

  "Go quickly and catch them for me." The short fatty shouted from behind, he knew clearly that he was no match for them, so he urged the leader on.

  The leader wasn't so foolish; he walked forward, intending to ask clearly before doing anything else.

  "Gentlemen, just now Zhang Gongzi came to inform us that there are evil people causing trouble here. I ask you, are you all here to watch the competition in Nan Chu country? Have any of you seen these evil people? If you have, please tell me and I will immediately apprehend them." The leader's tone was careful not to offend either Zhang Gongzi or Zhuge Mingyue and his companions, but rather to try to trick out Zhuge Mingyue's identity.

  Zhuge Mingyue smiled slightly and looked at this leader with a bit more favor. This person is quite clever, indeed.

  "We didn't come to watch the game." Zhuge Mingyue smiled, paused for a moment, and after seeing the dwarf's excited expression, slowly added, "We're here to participate in the competition."

  He choked with rage, and the smile on his face froze.

  He let out a long sigh of relief in his heart, it's good that he didn't act rashly just now, otherwise he would have been in trouble. As the leader of a small city guard squad, how could he provoke these elite participants from Nan Chu country? Among the participants, there were not only ordinary civilians, but also many nobles and officials. Looking at one of the young men wearing the most expensive clothes, he was probably a person with a prestigious family background. And would the people who came to participate in the competition be inferior in martial arts skills? Don't get caught and end up getting beaten into a pig's head!

  "Well, I won't disturb you all anymore. I wish you all the best in the competition." The leader also smiled and retreated to the back, after going out the door, he hastily said goodbye to his men and ran away with them.

  He stood alone at the door, staring blankly inside. Is that it? No follow-up? The people inside are from other countries to participate in the Zhenlong Competition?

  "Close the door." Zhuge Mingyue coldly glanced at the short and stout man, snorted.

  Ling Feiyang strode forward, walked to the door, looked at the short and stout man, lowered his voice coldly and said: "If you use those dog eyes of yours to look at her again, I'll dig out your eyes."

  As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Dwarf Fat to react, he slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Dwarf Fat let out a pained cry and covered his nose, squatting on the ground. A stream of hot liquid flowed from his nose, and when Dwarf Fat reached up to touch it, he began wailing: "Blood! Blood!"

  "Master, are you alright?"

  "Oh no, young master, let's hurry to the hospital!"

  His servants also started yelling outside, making a ruckus for a while before quieting down again. The short and fat man was supported by his servants as he walked away.

  After finishing a meal, Zhuge Mingyue sighed, what kind of luck is this? Even eating a meal can lead to so many things.

  In the next match, Zhuge Mingyue didn't expect to meet an old acquaintance! The opponent of the next match is Yuet Jingchuan! She knew that Dongsheng Country was their opponent, but she didn't expect to meet Yuet Jingchuan's team.

  When it comes to Dongsheng Country, even many people familiar with the Chenlong Games will feel unfamiliar. It's just a small country located south of Nan Chu State, although in recent years, its national strength has increased greatly, but before that, the number of times it appeared in the Chenlong Games can be counted on one hand, so many people have no impression of them at all. There are sixteen teams, not every country will have a representative team. Maybe some countries have three or four teams, and maybe some countries don't even have one team.

  "This team from Denmark is really lucky, their first-round opponents collectively went crazy, and in the second round they met such a small country." Many people couldn't help but think this way after seeing the draw results.

  "Hum, do you think they're really that lucky? Don't forget, this time Dongsheng country won against Xianchang country to advance to the top 8. You know Xianchang country, right? They're a regular in the top 8 of the Chenlong tournament, their strength is not inferior at all." A spectator said disapprovingly.

  "You must not have seen that match, Dongsheng country won against Xianchang country, but they also suffered heavy losses. Their main archer was seriously injured and their summoner was severely depleted. It's still unknown if they can play this match!" Another person said.

  "It seems that this academy of Danling Country is indeed very lucky." The person previously said in surprise.

  "Why else would Danling Country choose them to participate, if not for their good luck? It's all just a matter of luck for Danling Country to mix and match in the competition. Who knows, maybe they'll even manage to squeeze into the top four this time." Another person sneered.

  In short, everyone thinks that Zhuge Mingyue and his team have made it this far solely due to dumb luck. Perhaps they will continue to rely on this dumb luck to move forward in the future!

  ……

  Several people including Zhuge Mingyue looked at each other and ignored the discussions on stage, maintaining a calm state of mind, staring at their opponents.

  As shown in the data, the team of Dongsheng Country consists of two swordsmen, one archer and two summoners. The injured archer from the previous match has been replaced by another archer, while the two summoners, although looking tired, have not been substituted, after all, cultivating a summoner is much more difficult than cultivating a swordsman or an archer, and it's not easy to find suitable substitutes.

  Zhuge Mingyue and Ling Feiyang carefully sized up the swordsmen in front of them. This dual summoner battle combination, once the summoners complete their summons, would directly increase their combat power by a notch. However, the drawbacks were also very obvious. Compared to the common three-sword combination, they lacked an attack and defense point. With only two swordsmen and one archer, it was difficult for them to provide enough time for the summoners to complete their spells. If the opponent broke through the swordsmen's defenses before the summons were completed, then they would be defeated without a fight.

  Of course, I also know my biggest weakness. But even if the archer is replaced due to injury, the formation has not changed. Is it because there is no one to replace them, or because these two swordsmen have full confidence in themselves?

  Staring at the swordswoman who led the Eastern Sheng country, Zhuge Mingyue suddenly felt a few points of familiarity, that almost solid aura seemed to have been sensed somewhere before.

  With only four matches left, the audience in the stands also increased, and it was a sea of people, with discussions and cheers filling the air. The audience also saw the situation of Dongsheng Country, if the students of Danling Country were not fools, they would definitely launch the strongest attack on the two swordsmen of the opponent, and that temporary archer who replaced him, judging from his tense face, probably couldn't play a big role.

  It seems that Danling country is going to be lucky again, this luck is really too good.

  The referee looked at his watch and waited for the horn to blow.

  The two swordsmen from Dongsheng, however, kept glancing down at the audience, as if searching for something or waiting for something, their faces filled with anxiety. Just when everyone was feeling puzzled, they suddenly looked delighted and rushed down to the audience together.

  "Has something gone wrong, or are they also going crazy like Yunluo Country?" Everyone had a bad premonition. This was the competition for the top eight, and the tickets were expensive enough to kill, let alone watching another farce that would make people's hearts ache to death.

  When they saw the two swordsmen approaching, they were slightly puzzled for a moment, but soon their hanging hearts fell into place.

  "Yue Jing River, Yue Jing River, it's actually Yue Jing River!" A name was quietly spreading among the crowd.

  "Sorry, I'm late," said Yutaka quietly.

  "Not late, just in time." The leading student looked up at his idol with a surge of emotions.

  Yue Jingchuan and the swordsman slowly walked onto the arena, replacing another swordsman's position. The team members of Dongsheng Country were all invigorated, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, looking spirited and refreshed.

  "I really didn't expect that, Ye Jingchuan is also participating in the competition! I originally thought he wouldn't come, now it's great, this match is going to be exciting!" The audience was extremely excited, and their gaze towards the Danlingguo team members had a hint of schadenfreude.

  Yue Jingchuan, a martial arts prodigy known as the once-in-a-century talent of Dongsheng Country, has traveled to various countries over the years and left his mark in Nanchu Country. Several young and famous masters have lost to him, making him an overnight sensation. His name is more well-known among the people of Nanchu Country than that of Dongsheng Country itself. They may not know about Dongsheng Country, but they will definitely have heard of Yue Jingchuan.

  Those students from Danling Country who had been walking on dog shit luck encountered the Eastsheng Country team led by Yue Jingchuan, what suspense is left? Their good luck seems to have come to an end, just hope they won't be knocked down in three seconds, at least put up some resistance, it's worth their money.

  Zhuge Mingyue looked at Yue Jingchuan and finally knew where the familiar feeling came from earlier.

  At the same time, on another stage, a young man with a firm face and calm temperament stood at one corner of the stage, his eyes fixed intently on the distance, facing his opponent who was actively preparing for battle across from him, without showing even the slightest interest.

  "He's here! That guy is here!" A young boy with a look of innocence on his face ran to the edge of the stage and exclaimed excitedly.

  "Who?" the young man asked.

  "Yue Jing River!" The young man replied excitedly.

  "Has he finally arrived? Good!" The young man's eyes sparkled with a sharp light, muttering to himself in a low voice, "Yue Jingchuan, I didn't meet you last time, I hope this time won't disappoint me. Let me defeat you at the Zhenlong Tournament and let everyone know who is the number one among the younger generation!" A strong fighting spirit burst out from his body, as if he had suddenly changed into a different person. On the opposite side of the arena, his opponents looked at him with an inexplicable sense of fear rising in their hearts.

  He is the first swordsman of Taoyuan Academy in Nanchu State, and also the number one master among young people in Nanchu State: Zhuo Qiuran. Last time when Yue Jingyu traveled to Nanchu State, he happened to be challenging in Dongsheng State, so two young masters with great reputation missed each other, both of whom felt deeply regretful for this. Therefore, it was not concluded who is the number one master among the younger generation, and some people kept arguing about this. This time, in the Chenlong Great Competition, the answer to this question that makes many people curious will be revealed.

  "Let's go, or should we wait for him to finish this meaningless match first? How boring." Zhuo Qiuran shook his head helplessly. In his mind, apart from Yue Jingchuan, there were hardly a few people of the same generation who had the qualifications to be his opponent, and such a match was meaningless.

  The deep and distant sound of bugles sounded in unison, a new round of battle is about to begin.

  "Yue Jing River, come on, let the bad luck of Danling Country go to hell."

  "Dongsheng country, summon all the strength of drinking milk, and drive Danling country back to their hometown...". On the arena, a thunderous roar erupted. In this world where the strong are revered and martial power is esteemed, only strength can gain people's respect and support.

  "Dalungguo, come on! I've placed a big bet on you guys winning!" Occasionally, there would be one or two discordant voices, which were the gamblers who had staked everything on a single throw, expressing their inner hopes, but they would soon shut up under the gaze of the crowd and switch to pure spiritual support.

  The sharp whistle of the referee's whistle, for Yue Jingchuan's strength, even the referee felt curious and expected, this is a talented young man who is as famous as Zhuo Qiuran in the South Chu State, how strong is he?

  Yue Jingchuan, however, did not launch a fierce attack as the audience had expected. Instead, he stood firmly in place, his slender figure towering like a pine tree, exuding an extraordinary sense of stability and solemnity. On his body, the audience seemed to feel an invisible aura that made them feel short of breath whenever they were swept by it.

  A master! This is the aura a master should have. The audience was filled with anticipation for the upcoming thrilling moment, and the cheering grew even more frenzied.

  The master slowly raised his hand, and it was a gesture of silence. Everyone stopped shouting, and suddenly a strange feeling rose in their hearts that they couldn't even express to themselves. The other team members from Dongsheng also looked at their idol with confusion, unsure what he meant by this.

  "We give up!" said Yokoyama calmly under the puzzled gaze of the referee.

  His voice was not loud, but it exploded in people's ears like a thunderclap on a clear day or a winter storm, stunning everyone's minds. "Admit defeat? Admit defeat before the fight even starts? What does this mean, is he crazy or are we stupid?" The audience looked at each other in dismay, hardly daring to believe their own ears.

  Not just them, but even the students of Dongsheng Country were stunned, gazing incredulously at their idol in their hearts, yet unable to find an answer on his face.

  "What did you just say?" The swordsman who had been leading the group earlier almost couldn't believe his ears, and rushed forward, shouting loudly.

  "I, we surrender." Yue Jingchuan gazed at his teammates with a calm expression, his tone carrying an unyielding dignity.

  Under his gaze, the team member involuntarily lowered his head and didn't dare to ask further. The other students were also perplexed but didn't dare defy Yokoe's decision, they could only reluctantly gaze at Zhuge Mingyue and the others across from them. Yokoe was the strongest among them, if he admitted defeat, he must have had his reasons!

  Everyone was stunned, only Zhuge Mingyue showed a faint smile, and the strength of Yue Jingchuan should have also improved, actually seeing through it.

  "Can we go now?" asked Yokawa.

  "Ah...... Let's go!" The judge finally came back to his senses, then looked at Zhuge Mingyue and the others with a complicated gaze, and finally announced with difficulty, "The game is over. The winning side... Danling Country!"

  No one could have imagined that the Danling National Team would make it through again. If the first round was due to their opponents completely lacking professional standards and giving up, at least they still pretended to fight a few rounds. But this time, their opponents, the Dongsheng National Team, who were highly anticipated by countless people and led by the martial arts genius Yue Jingchuan, surprisingly conceded without even fighting.

  This team from Danling Country is really lucky! Or has the dark horse of this year's Chenlong Tournament really reached such a blatant level?

  The entire arena was in a state of stunned silence, with the extremely shocked audience unable to express their emotions in words. The angry sentiment spread like wildfire, and finally, one spectator couldn't hold back, picked up a nearby water bottle, and was about to throw it at Yue Jingchuan and others who were walking out. Yue Jingchuan turned around, his eyes scanned the crowd, that person's heart shook violently, and he involuntarily sat back down. In the area where Yue Jingchuan's gaze swept past, those spectators who had stood up and were about to curse loudly all bit their lips tightly and obediently sat back down. Oh my god, this oppressive feeling is too terrifying!

  "Hmph, what's with the pulling? If you've got skills, go up on stage and pull. You didn't even fight back and yet you're admitting defeat. How humiliating!" Just as the figures of Yue Jingchuan and others disappeared into the distance, an audience member finally spat out a mouthful of saliva and said fiercely.

  "What kind of genius doesn't come out for a hundred years? Bullshit genius! Not even worthy of shining the shoes of our Southern Chu country's Zhuo Qiuran! You've wasted my money!" A spectator tore up their ticket and cursed loudly.

  Others also followed suit, expressing their contempt and disgust towards Yoshikawa. In the midst of anger, no one carefully thought about why Yoshikawa would give up his rights.

  "Why give up?" After walking out of the arena, the swordsman from Dongsheng Country couldn't hold back anymore and summoned his courage to ask Yue Jingchuan.

  "Because we are no match for them!" answered Yokawa calmly.

  "'Us?' The swordsman noticed that Vieille Rivière said 'us' instead of 'you'."

  "Yes, me, and you few, are no match for them." Yue Jingchuan's expression was very calm and serene.

  "Even if we're not opponents, at least we should give it our all. As long as there's even a glimmer of hope, we shouldn't give up easily!" The swordsman exclaimed, this was the pride of being a swordsman, how could they abandon it so easily?

  "What if there's no chance at all? Should we still go for it?" asked Yutaka Kawahara, looking into his eyes.

  "Not a single chance... No, this can't be, I don't believe it!" The swordsman was stunned by his own words and hesitated for a moment before speaking excitedly. With Yui Kawa's abilities, plus their assistance, how could there not be a single chance? This couldn't be, there must be some other hidden circumstances.

  Yue Jing River looked at him and didn't say a word, continuing to walk forward.

  "I must go and try their true strength, otherwise I will not be at peace even in death." Looking at the back of Yue Jingchuan, this sword scholar shouted loudly, then ran towards the residence of Tianfeng Academy. Another summoner hesitated for a moment, and followed his footsteps.

  Like Zhuge Mingyue, they also came from Dongsheng Country and obtained the qualification to participate in Chenlong Academy after a difficult examination. They paid a heavy price of one person being seriously injured to enter the top eight, but because of a sentence by Yue Jingchuan, they bid farewell to the tournament in a way that was considered shameful. Even though Yue Jingchuan was an idol he had long admired, it was impossible for him to be willing to accept this outcome.

  "Then go ahead, but remember, this has nothing to do with me, and don't expect me to take the lead for you." Ye Jingchuan said calmly as he walked forward.

  Other matches also ended one after another, and the participating athletes walked out of the venue.

  "What? You're saying that Ryohei Kanzaki has conceded?" Upon hearing this news, even the normally unflappable Taku Akatsuki's heart skipped a beat.

  "Yes, he didn't even fight and directly admitted defeat." The student who came to report the news was also full of doubts, and still couldn't believe it until now.

  Zhuo Qiuren fell silent, and if Yue Jingchuan could become a master on par with himself, it was absolutely not due to luck or coincidence. Perhaps others might still have doubts about Yue Jingchuan's strength, but he didn't. The young masters from the Southern Chu Country who had lost to Yue Jingchuan were not weaklings, and even Zhuo Qiuren might not be able to easily defeat them. How could Yue Jingchuan possibly be a weakling? But this time, he was defeated without a fight. Was it really because Tianfeng Academy was that lucky, or was it because their strength was too overwhelming, so strong that it didn't even stir up Yue Jingchuan's desire to fight?

  "Also, another team from Danling Country has also advanced to the semifinals." The student continued.

  "Has Hao Cang lost?" The inner turmoil that was stirred up again due to Yue Jingchuan's defeat without a fight was beyond shocking. Hao Cang, the captain of another team from Nan Chu State, who was also Bai Li Que's opponent in the semi-finals, although not as strong as Zhuo Qiuran, was still a rare talent among the younger generation. Who would have thought that even they had lost this time?

  "The strength of Dan Lingguo's team is really too strong, and there are actually three summoners..." The student sighed and began to recount the battle.

  In this match, Danling Country still sent out Lü Jingfeng, Baili, Que Lian, San Huangzi and another student from the Crazy War Academy. As soon as the match began, Que Lian and Baili launched a strong attack on their opponents. Que Lian's swordsmanship was naturally not to be mentioned, and he had already become a Soul Swordsman. After a long whistle of blood veins calling out, he even possessed the combat power at the peak of the Soul Swordsman. Baili, since his last defeat at the hands of Zhuge Mingyue, had been bitterly practicing his sword skills, relying on his extraordinary talent and hard work to possess the strength of a Sky Swordsmen at the primary level. Adding to that his innate divine power, his attack power was almost as strong as Que Lian's, putting immense pressure on their opponents.

  Of course, such strength is not enough to stand out in the Chenlong competition, but when the archer from the Crazy War Academy summoned a desert viper, the balance of victory began to tilt towards Danling. Dual cultivators who summon are not rare, but it was unexpected that this unknown archer from Danling, who had always been treated as a substitute, would be a dual cultivator. What happened to Danling, when did it become so hidden and powerful?

  Before people could recover from their shock, a giant sandstorm suddenly appeared in the sky. The summoner, who was previously an archer, was already surprising enough as a dual-cultivation summoner, but who would have thought that this gigantic swordsman, even more powerful than a regular swordsman, was also a summoner...

  The other participating team from the Southern Chu State, led by He Cang, quickly collapsed and was defeated, to the point where even the third prince's sword-toothed tiger king didn't get a chance to make a few moves.

  One is a Sky-level archer, another is a battle god-like giant, also a summoner. Another female swordsman transformed into a Soul-level top swordsman after letting out a long whistle. Behind them, there is a Sky-level top summoner who is dressed in tatters but looks exceptionally handsome and seems to be pretending to be X. The magical pet is not weaker than the Lion King of Light, it's the Tiger King of Sword Teeth. How can this match be played?

  "It's actually like this, this time the Chen Long competition has become somewhat interesting, I'm even looking forward to it." After listening to the student's explanation, Zhuo Qiuran smiled slightly, her eyes burning with intensity.

  But within an hour or two, the news that both universities of Danling Country unexpectedly advanced to the top four spread rapidly.

  "It turns out that this time, Danling's hidden card is so powerful, one college is strong enough to make people speechless, and the other has good luck that makes people want to cry." Even ordinary people from Nanchu who didn't even know where Danling was located before now look at them with new eyes.

  "I wonder if there will be another miracle in the future, where we'll see two teams from Danling National Academy on the final stage of the Chenlong Tournament again?" The minds of the people of Nanchu were complex, on one hand, they naturally hoped their own country would win the final victory, but on the other hand, they also hoped to witness a miracle in their lifetime.

  On the streets, in the alleys, and in the taverns, people were eagerly discussing the just-concluded match, Zhuge Mingyue's unexpected reversal of fortune, Bai Lijiao's strong counterattack, and Yue Jingchuan's humiliating defeat. These events added a lot of fodder for conversation over tea and meals. As for Yue Jingchuan's concession and Danling Academy's incredible luck, people made all sorts of guesses, even more outrageous than before.

  However, Zhuge Mingyue and the others did not have the heart to care about these things, because soon after returning to their residence, a swordsman and a summoner came knocking on the door, who were none other than the two disgruntled students from Dongsheng Country.

  Outside, many students gathered to watch the commotion. As for those with incredibly good luck like Zhuge Mingyue, they were not only envious and jealous but also curious - what was the true strength of this team?

  Quiet, very quiet.

  "Didn't they fight? Turning hostility into friendship?" The students who had been waiting with bated breath felt disappointed.

  At this moment, a mournful cry and a series of muffled thuds came from inside. "Can't be, the true strength of Danling Country is so poor, it's simply a one-sided massacre!" The students did not hear the normal sound of exchange in the match, but only heard someone being directly knocked down and then brutally beaten, and they couldn't help but shake their heads secretly. With this level of strength, they dared to participate in the Zhenlong Tournament and even entered the top four. It seems that the previous rumors are likely to be true - there must be a dark horse.

  They didn't suspect that the ones who got beaten up were the swordsmen from Dongsheng Country, after all they had defeated one of the traditional top eight teams, Xianchang Country, in the first round and their strength was evident to everyone. How could they possibly be beaten to the point where they couldn't even fight back?

  Just as the students were shaking their heads in dismay at Dan Ling's weakness, a young man with a bruised face and swollen eyes was thrown out, his limbs still twitching.

  "Ah! He's from Dongsheng Country." A spectator student looked at him for a long time before finally recognizing who the pig-headed man was.

  Right after that, a summoner who looked like he had just been gangbanged and his dying magical pet were also thrown out.

  The main swordsman and summoner of Dongsheng Country's first round match were actually beaten to such a state, without even the slightest ability to fight back! Everyone was stunned, looking at each other in dismay, with the same thought rising simultaneously in their minds: "Could it be that Danling Country's hidden strength is this powerful?!"

  "It's okay, the result is a bit better than I thought." Yu Jingchuan looked at the two miserable schoolmates, muttered in relief, and then walked forward with one hand on each of them, carrying them on his shoulders.

  Those astonished and uncertain onlookers, upon seeing Yuet Ging-chuen, no longer had the previous scorn and ridicule in their eyes, only shock and bewilderment.

  "They're really strong!" The swordsman said with difficulty, leaning on Yu Jingchuan's shoulder.

  "Nonsense, or I would have lost?" said Yukawa calmly.

  "Did you lose? But we didn't even use our hands!" The swordsman barely opened his swollen eyes, which were as big as a peach, and looked at him with surprise. "Could it be that you lost to them the last time you went to Danling Country?"

  "That was just the first time." Recalling the scene last time, Yutaka Kawa got a little red in the face and continued to say, "Just now, I also lost!"

  "Just now......" The swordsman was completely bewildered.

  "Yes, I also lost just now, it's just that you didn't notice. You'll understand later." Yue Jingchuan said in a low voice.

  Just now, the confrontation with Tianfeng Academy, although neither side made a move, had already engaged in a silent battle. Yue Jingchuan was shocked to discover that his aura could not have any impact on Zhuge Mingyue and Ling Feiyang. Next, a mysterious aura emerged from Zhuge Mingyue's body, completely suppressing his aura. It was clear that Zhuge Mingyue's strength had increased significantly compared to their previous encounter. If there was still a glimmer of hope for Yue Jingchuan in the previous battle, then this time he knew he had no chance at all. Ling Feiyang's strength should also be around the same level as his own, even if there was a gap, it would be negligible. Based on the strength of those few schoolmates, they didn't even have the qualifications to challenge them.

  In the eyes of ordinary spectators, Dongsheng's defeat without a fight is a shame. In fact, in that silent confrontation, Yue Jingchuan had already lost, thoroughly defeated, with no chance at all. A straightforward admission of defeat would have led others to speculate about the reason, and they would have lost face. If they had resorted to violence, that would have been a complete loss of both dignity and face!

  "Idol, you've lost, just admit it already, why make me take another beating!" The swordsman lay on Yu Jingchuan's shoulder, his voice weak and despairing as he shouted in his heart. Knowing that even his idol had lost, he wouldn't go to take another beating again.

  "They're actually this strong." Another summoner being carried by Yokoshima said weakly, but was shocked beyond measure in his heart. It's too terrifying, to have become this strong. The regret from earlier on the stage had all been eliminated, replaced with reverence.

  "They are very strong, we must work hard too." Yue Jingchuan looked ahead, furrowing his brow. He suddenly had a feeling that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep up with Zhuge Mingyue's pace. He thought that this time on the arena, with his increased strength, he could have a good fight with her, but unexpectedly, before they even clashed, he knew he was already thoroughly defeated!

  The news that the players from Dongsheng Country were defeated by the second team of Danling Country spread like wildfire. The team led by Zhuge Mingyue became mysterious. Did they really win because of luck? It didn't seem so! Were they hiding their strength? If so, it would be terrifying! For a time, the rumors about Zhuge Mingyue's team in the capital city became even more exciting. However, after this event, people looked forward to Zhuge Mingyue's next match even more. The next match was against the team from Taixing Country. Taixing Country's strength was very powerful. Many people were guessing what the next match would be like. Would Danling Country win again in a thrilling manner? In short, the transformation of Zhuge Mingyue's team from being unknown to being widely followed was enormous.

  The betting house exploded! The odds of Danling Country's second team changed from 1 to 5 to 1 to 1! The boss didn't dare raise the odds so high again. Many people rushed into the betting house, placing bets on Danling Country's second team winning!

  "Boss, it's all set on that side." The manager of the casino reported back to the boss in a low voice in the boss's study.

  "Alright, get them to act fast and retrieve the betting slips, whether by stealing or robbing. As long as I get it back, that's all that matters." The boss said with a sinister tone on his face. Who would have thought that the person who bought 90 million gold coins won again? The payout ratio is 1:5, which means he has to pay out over 400 million gold coins! What a joke, does he want to go bankrupt? So he ordered someone to contact a group of thieves and get them to retrieve the betting slips. He already knew that the people who placed these bets were from Danling Country's second team. However, what can be done about it? He won't just give away his hard-earned money like that. Moreover, he estimated that those few people would continue to buy their way to victory. Even if the payout ratio is adjusted to 1:1 now, he still wouldn't take the risk. The night is long and dreams are many, hurry up and get the betting slips back. If the thieves can injure one or two of them, it will also have a huge impact on their match. Then he won't be afraid of them winning again."

  "Yes, boss." The manager nodded.

  "This is the earnest money for them." The boss threw out a crystal card, and the manager hastily caught it. This crystal card contained 500,000 gold coins, and after the task was completed, another 700,000 gold coins would be paid. The price wasn't cheap, but compared to that bet, it was much cheaper. Moreover, the boss had great faith in this thief group's abilities, believing they could complete the task perfectly. After all, they were the infamous Blood Wind Thief Group!

  Zhuge Mingyue and they still did not know that the boss of the gambling house had already asked someone to deal with them.

  "The next match is against Tai Xing Guo's team." Zhuge Mingyue looked at the opponent list, pondering.

  "Hmm, but next month, we're curious about something you haven't told us yet. Why did Jingchuan admit defeat so decisively? And why was his gaze at you so strange? Do you know each other?" Wan Xichen asked with wide eyes. Xue Zihao was also very curious. Ling Feiyang quietly poured tea for Zhuge Mingyue on the side. Changsun Ninghui was calculating in pain how much money they could win from this bet.

  "I've fought him once." Zhuge Mingyue put down the battle list in her hand, "I fought him twice at Mr. Qing's mansion. He was originally here to challenge Mr. Qing, but I took Mr. Qing's place and went to battle instead. Then, he lost miserably!"

  Everyone was stunned. If Zhuge Mingyue said that the opponent lost miserably, then the opponent must have lost extremely miserably. One can imagine how miserable Yue Jingchuan's defeat was.

  "Is he challenging Master?" Long Sun Ninghao stopped counting on his fingers, turned around and asked with an icy face.

  "At that time you were in seclusion." Zhuge Mingyue replied briefly.

  "Oh, I'll go find him for a spar later." Long Suning immediately made up his mind.

  "You may not be able to beat him now." Zhuge Mingyue said solemnly, "His state of mind is currently above yours."

  Chang Sun Ninghao didn't say a word, but in his heart, he understood that Zhuge Mingyue was telling the truth. He lowered his head silently, but clenched his fists lightly. Get stronger! This was his only conviction at this moment.

  "When are we going to cash in our lottery tickets?" Zhuge Mingyue took out the lottery tickets, shaking them triumphantly. "This time, let's see if they won't lose their underwear. Even if they don't this time, we'll keep buying, and by the end of the tournament, they'll be left with nothing to wear but their pants."

  Everyone twitched at the corner of their mouths, looking at Xue Mingyue's smug face, not knowing what to say. Sometimes, this person with an angelic face was simply a devil inside.

  "Let's go now." Ling Feiyang proposed, "After exchanging, we'll make another bet."

  "En, let's go!" Zhuge Mingyue was in a great mood at the moment, so she agreed. "After this exchange, let's find a good place to eat and have a nice meal, but not that kind of place again." Everyone thought of the "pitiful" person they met last time and felt disgusted.

  Little did they know, as soon as Zhuge Mingyue and his group left the door, the people who had been waiting in secret immediately informed Xuefeng of their whereabouts.

  A storm is brewing!

  Digression

  Hug tightly, okay?