Chapter 68: The Taunt And The Support

'Brother Mite?'

Mite who was choking on his food looked even more shocked.

"Thud, Thud."

"Cough, Cough."

Mite coughed as the food was still stuck in his throat.

He smacked his chest with his fist. He did this so strong enough vibration would travel from his chest to his throat such that the food will be back on its track towards his stomach.

'Gulp.'

Mite was finally free from the curse of 'Choking on Food'.

"Hah."

Mite took a breath as he looked at Zhao Luo angrily for just a moment.

Zhao Luo was watching the suffering of Mite with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, 'Brother Mite', Hahaha."

Zhao Luo thanked Mite while especially forcing the 'Brother Mite' part.

In the end, Zhao Luo started laughing like he was telling a joke. Or seeing one.

"Why are you thanking me?"

Mite asked Zhao Luo with a calm face.

He was on the ranking board of the outer disciple for a reason. Even though he was just one of the lower-ranking disciples.

"You see 'Brother', there is nothing better than watching someone make a fool out of himself while you are enjoying your food."

Zhao Luo told Mite the reason behind the word of gratitude.

Zhao Luo was taking revenge for yesterday but in his special way. He was using his words but just for now. The time when he uses his action was near too.

"Hahaha." , "Heh.", "Senior Mite is getting owned here.", "kehehe."

Many whispers were reaching the table where Zhao Luo and Mite were.

"Hmph."

Mite didn't get angry over Zhao Luo's but he still cleared his throat with such a force that it reverberated in the whole Dining Hall.

Everyone in the Dining Hall had to cover their ears as what Mite had used was a sound technique. It was becoming unbearable for them and thus just like everyone had to shut their mouths.

"I thought you would still be lying on the bed like a dead dog after taking the attack from the drum."

Mite was trying to get back at Zhao Luo.

But he didn't know that it will be his biggest mistake.

Zhao Luo glanced at Mite and just showed him a mysterious smile as he went for the meat on his plate with a fork in his hand.

'Nom, Nom, Nom.'

Zhao Luo was enjoying the various type of meat pieces while messing around with this outer disciple who was their senior, Mite.

'Hmm. He thinks he can fool me.'

Mite thought as he believed that Zhao Luo was just pretending to be strong.

"Why don't you try beating the drums today too? I don't know but for some reason your yesterday's 'performance' was unforgettable."

Mite added while smiling from ear to ear.

Like a kid, Mite felt awesome as he hit Zhao Luo back with one of his word attacks.

'Tap.'

Zhao Luo dropped his fork on the plate and looked at Mite.

'He said it. Hah, the face slapping couldn't get any better.'

Zhao Luo thought as Mite was unintentionally dancing on Zhao Luo's palm.

Zhao Luo got up from his seat.

Yan and Feng Mei also left the table with Zhao Luo.

'Tap.'

Zhao Luo walked towards Mite first as he tapped Mite's shoulder with his hand.

"Ah, 'Brother' why don't you come with me to watch my 'performance' again?"

Zhao Luo said with a cool demeanor as none of Mite's words had affected his mental state.

Zhao Luo's silver long shiny hairs were dangling around his face making him look even cooler.

'Kyaa.'

Sounds of female disciples crying out in awe after seeing this man, Zhao Luo, who was looking nothing less than some cold prince from a beautiful painting.

Mite didn't like the reaction of these female disciples fawning over Zhao Luo as he had never gotten a reaction from them before.

'NOT EVEN ONCE.'

Mite thought as looked around. Then he looked at Zhao Luo.

"I would love to see your 'performance', it may help my stomach to digest all the food that I have eaten. HAHAHA."

Mite played along with Zhao Luo as he was sure that Zhao Luo was just bluffing and started laughing like a huge monkey as he got up from his seat.

Mite was in the front as Zhao Luo, Feng Mei, and Yan were following behind him as the group of four left the Dining Hall. They were headed towards the Training Area.

A ruckus was rising inside the Dining Hall.

Every disciple inside the dining hall was rushing towards the exit of the hall. They were literally pushing each other just to follow the group of Zhao Luo who had left the Dining Hall just a second ago.

Zhao Luo had become a star disciple of the trainee hall over just a single incident. Even above that, the rumors about him which kept on becoming more and more unbelievable as they moved from one mouth to another.

'I can't miss this.'

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One of the disciples thought as he was pushing the other disciples.

"Let me leave first, I have to follow them. My handsome brother is going to challenge the Drums again."

One of the female disciples cried while calling Zhao Luo 'My' Brother.

It was her good luck that Feng Mei had left with Zhao Luo otherwise the outcome of her announcement would have been a life-threatening situation for her.

Outside the 'Dining Hall'.

Zhao Luo was looking forward to this as more and more disciples were gathering behind them

The group kept on getting bigger as they walked towards the Training Area.

The disciples who were in the Dining Hall had reached them as they also mixed in with the group that was following Zhao Luo and Mite.

Soon they reached the Training Area.

The group started to disperse as many went to the spectator stands around the square ring platforms.

Everyone was trying to get the better seats so they could watch Zhao Luo closely.

Even the male disciples weren't falling behind in competing for the seats.

'Thud.'

After a moment, Zhao Luo jumped on the Ring platform which had let a trauma in his mind.

Even though he was already strong enough to face the 'Drums of Bellum' but he knew he would never forget them.

'My first setback, my first defeat was here. I want it to be my last.'

Zhao Luo thought while looking at the five rows of Drums.

Zhao Luo looked serious. This was the face of a dedicated man. He could have made excuses like he fell for Mite's taunts or like he didn't know about the Drum's characteristics. But Zhao Luo didn't do anything like that.

He just didn't want to have an ending like how he fell unconscious to the Drum's attack yesterday.

He was a ready person now. A person who didn't want to fall against anything. A person who wouldn't back away from any challenge.

Zhao Luo was ready to conquer the Drums of Bellum.

'Look at this fool.'

Mite thought while looking at Zhao Luo from the sidelines.

'There is a limit to bluff. Does this kid think he is here to clear the challenge of 'Drums Of Bellum?'

Mite had a very questionable approach towards Zhao Luo's attitude.

He already hated this newbie who had challenged him right at the start.

'I only tried to show them the good side of staying as a trainee disciple.'

That is how Mite remembered the situation. He had forgotten the insult he had thrown at them.

Mite looked at Zhao Luo who was stretching his body and getting ready to beat the drums.

At the Spectator Stand.

There was a familiar face in one of the spectator's seats.

"Brother Yang, are you here to watch Zhao Luo as well?"

A disciple asked this guy.

It was Wu Yang who was being questioned.

Wu Yang was pretty well respected by the other disciples as he was one of the oldest disciples. But he wasn't just that, Wu Yang was also one of the smartest disciples in the Trainee Hall. The only thing he lacked was strength but now he had a solution for that as well.

Wu Yang got up from his seat and brought his hand close to his face making a circle with his hands around his mouth.

"ZHAOOO~~ LUOO~~ YOU CAN DO IT!"

Wu Yang shouted.

Zhao Luo who was on the ring was initially freaked out because of this sudden call out from one of the spectators.

He turned to look at who it was, Zhao Luo smiled.

'Kyaa~.'

Another scream of awe could be heard from male and female disciples as Zhao Luo's smile was unbearable for them.

This smile caused a tsunami to rise as everyone started a chant.

"Zhao Luo you can do it!" × XXX

Almost all the disciples there started chanting.

A wave was rising with Zhao Luo at its amidst.

They matched their voices and their timing so Zhao Luo could hear their support.

Even those disciples were chanting along with the others who hadn't even seen Zhao Luo's smile.

Thus the whole Training Area was filled with one name.

"Zhao Luo."

Even Zhao Luo who was getting ready to beat the drums was confused but he had to admit that the support from thousands of disciples on just his second felt amazing.

"Argh."

Mite looked like he would explode any moment.

Feng Mei and Yan were also shouting.

"You can do it, Brother."

Now Zhao Luo not only had the strength and confidence that he could conquer the Drums of Bellum. But he also had the support of so many disciples. Their expectations were with him, so he couldn't let them down.

Zhao Luo smiled and grabbed the drum stick.

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