E/N : Wassup people! Hope you all been doing good.
So this arc is going to end soon, it's already ended at patréon.
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After finishing, Ning Rongrong quickly added, "However, I will tell you after the competition is over."
"Then what are you looking for me now?" Wang Feng wondered. "Can't you just find me again after the competition is over?"
Wang Feng vaguely knew what was going on.
Ning Rongrong, pouting, said, "I have come just to remind you that... that... the other day, dad said that you are son-in-law of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. He only said so to protect you. Don't take it seriously or any other way!"
She stammered and lowered her head in blush, occasionally glaring at Wang Feng with her eyes.
"Don't worry, I definitely didn't and wouldn't ever take that seriously," Wang Feng nodded and said as in a matter of fact tone.
"You!" After hearing this, Ning Rongrong directly raised her head and stepped on Wang Feng's foot with anger. "Why you jerk..."
Wang Feng reacted swiftly and immediately moved his foot back, "You can't step on it."
With a bang, Ning Rongrong stepped on the floor with one foot and suddenly became even more angry. Her chest was heaving, her mouth pouted, and her eyes flushed at Wang Feng.
Wang Feng sighed, stretched out his foot a little, as he turned his head sideways and said, "Okay, you can step on, I'll let you but just this once."
Seeing this, Ning Rongrong chuckled, looking at Wang Feng's appearance, a sweet and crisp feeling suddenly appeared in her heart.
She lightly stepped on Wang Feng's feet and hummed, "Well, that's all I have to say. Remember, after the game, I want to tell you something very important!"
Ning Rongrong walked out of the room after speaking.
Wang Feng was slightly silent. Very important things.
What else could it be? Wang Feng shook his head. However, let's wait until after the competition.
Wang Feng, who thought he would calm down for the remaining two days, did not expect his door to be knocked on the next day once again.
Wang Feng opened the door, his face changed slightly.
It's Zhu Zhuqing this time but he was actually a little happy seeing her as he had nothing but praise for her. She is the most ideal girl he had seen till now, and is his type but won't admit it.
What's going on one by one?
"Can I come in?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.
Hotel rooms are arranged for single occupancy. Not too big or too small, just right for one person. Wang Feng nodded and said, "Is there anything you want with me?"
"Yes." Zhu Zhuqing nodded. Her usually cold tone was a little fluctuating as she said this.
Wang Feng looked at her.
Compared to two years ago when Wang Feng first saw her, Zhu Zhuqing has changed quite a lot.
She has grown a lot, and the glamorous and beautiful sides of her's are a little more mature, perfectly as he likes. Although she still has a youthful face, the temperament and the aura she gives is way more elegant, seductive, cold and feminine after the mutation of her martial soul.
Overall, in conclusion she is way too stunning, both by lookwise and bodywise.
Her figure is the best among the girls Wang Feng has ever seen.
The height of about 1.75 meters, the proportion of her body is just perfect. The dark long hair lightly draped behind her back, and the hairstyle with two ears on her head, matched with her cold demeanor make her way too cute for him.
It seemed that Wang Feng was looking at her for quite a bit of moment as Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks were stained with blush, and her tone of voice fluctuated slightly:
"That... after the competition, I have something important to confess to you."
"??"
Wang Feng was left stunned both by her blushing face and the co-incidence of both the girls claiming to tell something important to him after the competition.
Why does it have to wait until after the competition? Wang Feng felt a bit speechless in his heart but he nodded:
"Alright. I'll wait."
"Okay." Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Wang Feng and whispered, "Then I'm leaving. Take care and don't forget about it!"
"No," Wang Feng said in his heart. "I will not forget it."
A bit of joy appeared in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes and she left the room with a bit of brisk footsteps, leaving only a faint fragrance which made Wang Feng sigh with emotion.
It also let Wang Feng breathe a sigh of relief.
However, until the next moment.
The knock on the door sounded again, and Wang Feng was a little frightened this time as he had guessed who will be outside of his gate this time. He was feeling a sense of déjà vu.
He thought of that night inexplicably.
Opening the door, and lo and behold, Tang San stood outside.
"Xiao San? Do you need to tell me something after the tournament?"
Wang Feng thought for a while and couldn't help asking.
Tang San was taken aback, nodded, and asked surprsingly, "Brother Feng, how did you know??"
'Is brother Feng able to read my mind now? Must be because of the mutual trust between us!'
Wang Feng laughed, "What's the matter? Can't you tell me now?"
"Actually, it can be said now."
Tang San hesitated, "After the competition, we will graduate. Regardless of the result of the competition, we will all separate. But even if we do, I hope, Feng'ge, you will keep in touch with us."
Wang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and said, "Of course."
Hearing this, Tang San also nodded.
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Three days later, the finals officially began.
The Grandmaster returned as everyone entered the Soul City. He didn't explain why he had disappeared, and no one asked. Over the past three days, he explained the rules to everyone.
The final rules are actually very simple.
There are only five rounds, and the losing team is eliminated directly through a draw.
In the first three rounds, some teams get byes. In the first round, the three seeded teams have a bye. The remaining 30 teams compete and half are eliminated.
In the second round, the first-place team from the two empires' promotion matches get a bye. If the first-place team has been eliminated, the second-place team gets a bye, and so on.
Thus, the top ten teams are determined in the second round.
In the third round, the second-place teams from the promotion matches get a bye. The remaining eight teams compete to determine the top six.
In the fourth round, there are no byes and the top three teams are decided directly.
In the final round, the two losing teams and one winning team are decided by individual battles. The two losing teams then compete in a team match to earn the chance to challenge the winning team. After this battle, the champion and third place will be directly decided.
"Because the matchups are determined by drawing lots, no one knows who their opponent will be. In the first round, you may even face Soul Hall Golden Generation," the Grandmaster continued, his eyes dark with worry, though he hid it well.
"You might have a chance to rest with a bye. Cherish it. Among the Star Luo Empire teams, only the top two are really somewhat threatening to you."
After the qualifiers and promotion matches, the strengths of the fifteen teams are mostly known. Even if some strategies remain hidden, it's challenging to make a complete comeback in the finals. Each match is a life-and-death battle—losing means direct elimination. Therefore, many teams will reveal their trump cards in these intense battles.
The promotion matches provide an advantage. Having two byes means extra rest time and one less match, allowing teams to conserve their strength.
"Xiao Feng, won't participate in the first three rounds. –It's up to you," the Grandmaster said, glancing at Wang Feng.
"If there are no accidents, you'll still have to rely on your own strength."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The Grandmaster then explained the final rules in detail. After his explanation, the Grandmaster and Wang Feng stayed behind while the others prepared to head to the competition venue.
"Xiao Feng, the finals is dangerous, very dangerous." the Grandmaster said quietly. "I know about your attack on the road. Since you want to continue participating, I fully support you. But you won't be able to keep your identity hidden in the finals."
"I don't want to hide it any longer," Wang Feng smiled. "If it can't be kept a secret, so be it."
He arrived at the competition as Jiu Yikai, initially just to test his own strength against his peers. However, he didn't expect that the more he fought, the better he would perform.
The Grandmaster nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I won't say much. Be extra careful. The people in the Soul Hall are watching you. Although they won't act openly, they'll always find other ways to deal with you."
Wang Feng had considered the Grandmaster's warning, but he knew that while he could be mentally prepared, predicting the specific methods the Soul Hall would use was unrealistic.
Soon, Wang Feng arrived at the competition venue. The venue was specially set up by the Soul Hall, in a square just a few kilometers from the Pope/Supreme Pontiff Palace.
The –ring had been constructed early. Surrounding it was a faint white glow, with four cylindrical objects placed at the corners. These were soul guides for reinforcement, greatly enhancing the ring's durability. With these, no one below the Soul Emperor level could damage the ring.
Around the square, temporary rest areas had been built for the teams. Although the losers would be eliminated and sent home directly, making rest areas somewhat unnecessary, over 30 teams were present. They represented the most elite soul masters from across the continent, creating an imposing and incredible sight.
In contrast, the team from Purple Star Academy appeared relatively solitary. There were only a few of them.
Wang Feng stood quietly, once again taking his place with the Purple Star Academy on as Jiu Yikai. Many teams, mostly from the Star Luo Empire, glanced at them from a distance.
At the front, there was a row of VIP seats. However, the Pope would not attend until the final round of the competition, when the participants entered the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
In the Purple Star Academy rest area, it didn't take long for Dean Fei Lun to return, sweating profusely.
"Your first opponent isn't easy," Dean Fei Lun said with a bitter smile. "It's the No.1 War God Academy of the Star Luo Empire."
Wang Feng: "..."
Did the Dean have such bad luck with the draw?
Out of thirty teams, you draw the top academy from there right away?
"I asked around a bit. The War god Academy is a formidable institution from the Star Luo Empire," Dean Fei Lun sighed. "All their members are level 41 or above, and most have martial souls that are both offensive and defensive. They have no obvious weaknesses–. Their lineup includes two agility attack system soul masters, one strong power attack system soul master, one control system soul master, two auxiliary system soul master, and one defense system soul master. Their combination is practically perfect."
The name "War God" naturally suggests they're not to be taken lightly. It's impressive that they emerged victorious from the Star Luo Empire!
Wang Feng thought about the team from Star Luo Royal Academy recommended by the Star Luo Empire. He wondered what their strength would be like!
"Facing such a strong opponent in the first round..." Dean Fei Lun shook his head. "With your level forty-five strength alone, it's going to be tough to defeat them easily."
Wang Feng had another feeling of operating in a dark. After the lottery draw, the fight soon began. He contemplated while looking at his opponent's information.
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