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Breaking the rules, in the end they gave in and placed Sui in a low level battle, which would be held in one of ten stages in low level battle. Before the battle began, they gave him an armour and a lot of weapon options. With trembling arms, Sui chose a thin sword. He secretly cursed the preparator of this sudden event. It was the first time he entered colosseum….. as a fighter.
When they called out the contestants, they got out of the waiting room. The outside arena was too bright. It was a full house, their loud voices filled all the corners of the colosseum. When Sui walked to his assigned stage, he passed by the middle arena. It was the place where they put all the important figure's statue, including Xuyun's statue. It was three times his height. Sui looked at it in awe. If he were in the spectator's seat, he wouldn't have got the chance to be this close to the statue, let alone to touch it. He felt really happy.
Sui glanced into the spectator's seat. He noticed a large, special area with transparent protection shield at the top middle, and he found Xuyun, who sat on a fancy, king-sized seat. The colosseum manager stood beside him like a family butler. His dignity might have dropped to the ground.
Sui raised his middle finger and stuck out his tongue. Why am I even here but you can sit comfortably there??
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At the highest point of the spectator's seat, Xuyun could see his middle finger clearly. He grinned. How cute, giving your beloved senior a middle finger now?
Besides him, the manager tried to hold back his fear. This monster youth next to him had never smiled at all! Something bad was gonna happen, something bad was gonna happen! He might be planning something!
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At first, Sui trembled like crazy, but when he got up on the stage and met his opponent, he felt a lot better. His opponent was a teenager like him, looked all weak. He held a long sword too. Looking at his nervous face, Sui felt there was hope for him.
When the referee made a start signal, each of them held their sword tightly while looking at each other. There was no movement at all, but then, the opponent shouted loudly and raised his sword. Sui was prepared to defend when the opponent started to ambush him. Pictures of movement was clear on his head — lower his body to avoid the slash, then attack the opponent's stomach.
But his plan failed as his opponent fell into the ground before he got close to him.
"Slip!" the referee announced. Sui stared at him, dumbfounded. His luck must be so high this time! He quickly knocked the opponent's head with the flat of the blade before he could stand up.
The battle ended in one minute, just like his play time in the arcade. He lifted his hand and waved to Xuyun on the spectators seat.
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Xuyun, of course, had seen all from the beginning until the end. He couldn't believe this junior's luck at all. What kind of battle was that?? As a fighter, Xuyun couldn't tolerate this. He said to the manager, "this year's contestants' levels are too low. Next time make the test harder."
"Ah, yes.." The manager wiped his sweat. Of course the level was low! The opponent wasn't a fighter after all! He was his own crew! How could the manager put in a real fighter against the weak looking boy! Even though the manager wasn't a fighter, he had seen so many that he could tell that Sui wasn't a physical type and his supernatural ability wasn't that high either. If his so-called apprentice got beaten up in the fight, who could tell what would this monster youngster do? Who could guarantee that he wouldn't destroy the arena to save his face??