Chapter 62 Little White Face
Even with a knockout format, it would take two days for five thousand people to compete, so the second round of trials was scheduled for the third day.
This time in the chaos, Luo Yu only scratched a bit of skin, but Shi Hai's mind was throbbing with pain. Casting spells consumed her spiritual energy, and activating the spirit symbols also exhausted her spiritual energy. With hundreds of symbols scattered around, her mind was almost unable to bear it. If she dragged on for another moment or two, she would have no choice but to go bare-handed and punch everyone unconscious.
Luo Yu and Zhao Yuchen exchanged a greeting before rushing towards battlefield 25.
As soon as he arrived, he heard the cheers of the crowd, and Zi Yun's spiritual power golden whip knocked his opponent off the stage.
"Match 25, Huang Ziyu wins, advances!" Judge Jindan shouted loudly.
Zi Yun jumped off the battlefield and took a step forward, standing in front of Luo Yu.
"Sister, I just heard that the first round of the outer gate trial has been changed to a free-for-all format. Have you gone through it? Were you injured?"
"Not a single injury," Luo Yu smiled with narrowed eyes, "and successfully advanced. Unfortunately, I just finished my match and didn't have time to watch your entire game."
"This time's opponent isn't very strong, so it was still relatively easy for me to deal with." Zi Ye's eyebrows slightly furrowed, "I see that your complexion doesn't look good, did you exhaust your spiritual energy? You should go back and rest first!"
"Good!" Luo Yu nodded, turned around and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a thunderous applause coming from the northeast direction. She turned her head back and saw that the 10th arena was packed with people, the blue-clothed man on the stage swung his long sword, stirring up purple lightning, and struck down his opponent's earth shield with one move. The female cultivator below the stage screamed wildly, shouting "Song Shixiong" and "Song Shishu" like a wave crashing against the shore.
Luo Yu's lips slightly curled up as she turned around and headed back to Chao Xia Peak.
As for Song Ning, she didn't worry at all, because it was this small competition between schools that made Song Ning successful, allowing him to ascend to the position of Grandmaster Brother of Tianxuan Sect and laying the foundation for his future competition for the position of Master.
Morning - Dusk - Line
On the third day at Chen time, Luo Yu arrived at the main peak square.
The second round is a defensive battle, the game lasts for 10 days. If the defender's apprentice wins five games in a row, he can advance directly. If he loses, he will lose the stage and the opponent will start a new round of defense. Of course, the loser still has the opportunity to challenge other stage owners, as long as his number of defeats does not exceed 5 times, that is, each person can participate in at most 10 games in this round.
Luoyu was confident in herself and didn't bother analyzing which day would be more advantageous to defend, so she jumped onto the 33rd battlefield first.
"That fat woman is really bold, practicing Qi for eleven layers and daring to be the first to guard the drum."
"Don't underestimate her either, she might have some ultimate move! For example, using her fat to crush you to death, haha......"
A burst of sarcastic applause erupted from the audience below, but Luo Yu remained completely unfazed, handing over her number plate to the referee for verification.
The judge reminded with a good heart: "In the past two days, many disciples have proposed statements, and Zhou Zhenren also agreed. Therefore, from today on, the outer door small comparison is not allowed to use symbols and arrays, otherwise it will be directly determined as defeat."
"Thank you, Master Shu. I received the notice yesterday and have made preparations." Luo Yu smiled and thanked him, then showed off Qingyun Sword, which was the flying sword given to her by the three elders, with a name she had come up with herself engraved on the blade.
"Well, you'd better try your best!" The referee nodded. This man's surname was Jin and he had a deep impression of Luo Yu's battle three days ago, so he recognized Luo Yu at a glance.
Others might think that this woman relied on luck to advance to the second round, but he saw her consecutively triggering hundreds of talismans, and it was clear that her spiritual awareness had already reached the foundation-building period. In his heart, he secretly laughed, those who underestimated her were going to suffer a great loss!
"I'm here!" A male cultivator who had cultivated to the 11th layer of Qi Refining eagerly jumped onto the stage.
"Yuefeng Yanming! After the 11th layer of Qi practice, " Yanming slightly cupped his hands, "This master——, Master Sister, I suggest you just admit defeat and go back to lose some weight. You should still be able to find a male cultivator to marry you."
He looked her up and down, his eyes gleaming with mockery, but Luo Yu didn't care whether he was deliberately ridiculing her or intentionally provoking her to gain the upper hand. As long as she could beat him half to death, that would be enough.
Luo Yu didn't say a word, her left hand formed a seal, and a column of water shot straight at Yan Ming's handsome face.
"You ambushed me!" Yan Ming loudly shouted, just as he raised his spiritual energy shield, Luo Yu flew over, her long sword stabbing towards his chest. He hastily leaned back, throwing out a square seal, instantly enlarging it to block the sword tip.
The square seal is as large as a round table, with cloud patterns engraved on its surface. It's a top-grade magic tool that is most handy for Ming to use.
"Haha!" Luo Yuzei laughed twice, suddenly increasing his spiritual power and physical strength, swinging his sword to slash Fang Yin, sparking waves of sparks, Fang Yin let out a sorrowful cry, instantly shrinking, falling into two halves.
"Pffft!" Yan Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, his vital energy destroyed, his consciousness damaged, and he retreated several steps.
Luo Yu took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, swinging her sword to split open the spiritual energy shield. A golden blade pierced through his left shoulder, and immediately afterwards, she used the Thorny Bindings Technique to tie him up tightly.
"Referee, I protest! She attacked without signing up, it's a sneak attack!" Yan Ming woke up from his confusion and loudly protested to the referee.
"Protests are invalid, once you've stepped onto the stage it's considered the start of the match." Judge Jin nodded at Luo Yu, "You may proceed."
Luoyu smiled and used the blunt part of her sword to chop at Yanming's body and limbs, avoiding his face and vital areas.
"Ah——" Yan Ming let out a loud cry, wanting to resist, but was tightly bound by the thorny vines of spiritual power. The demoness wasn't reassured, and added another iron thorn vine, piercing his four limbs, watching as fresh blood flowed out like water. He began to panic, struggling even more fiercely, causing the blood to flow faster.
"I surrender, I surrender!" Yan Ming's voice was hoarse from shouting, and Luo Yu stopped but didn't withdraw the thorns.
"Thirty-three battles, Yan Ming defeated, Huang Luoyu wins!" Judge Jin nodded at Luoyu.
Luo Yu withdrew her spiritual energy and released Yan Ming, seeing him crawl down from the battle platform. He was immediately supported by other fellow disciples, who were still grumbling and saying that she was ugly and vicious.
"Hey, do you people even know how to write the word 'shame'?! Zhao Yucheng was furious. "It's because he himself wasn't skilled enough and got beaten by my sister, so how did it become that my sister is cruel and ruthless?!"
"So it's Zhao Gongzi's sister, but I don't know if she's his biological sister or just a close friend. Who would have thought that Zhao Gongzi had such a heavy taste!" Yan Ming said sarcastically, causing the crowd to erupt in laughter.
"It seems my sister is still too soft-hearted and hasn't taught you a lesson with your cheap mouth." Lu Yuan retorted, he and Zhao Yuchen were originally watching the battle at platform 38 when they coincidentally saw Luo Yu take the stage, by the time they rushed over, the fight was almost over.
"Lu Dagei's words really hit Luo Yu's heart," Luo Yu smiled at Lu Yuan, "I originally thought of keeping his face to give him some capital. After all, apart from this face, he is useless and has no strength, not even able to beat a fat woman like me! If I were to ruin his face, how could he still be a pretty boy, flirting with women?"
"Haha, it turns out that this mushroom is still quite kind-hearted!" Everyone burst into laughter and began to mock Yan Ming instead.
"You——" Yan Ming pointed at Luo Yu, "Ugly woman, let's see about that!" He then helped his companion leave, planning to return and teach her a lesson once he recovered from his injuries. In his opinion, Luo Yu had only taken advantage of a sneak attack; otherwise, it was still unclear who would emerge victorious.
