Chapter 69: Chap 69

“The eighth group!”

Gulp. The person I just mentioned is here. 

At the banquet, Lady Bei declared the young master is the presentative of both Bei clan and Qi Yuan Gu (Valley of Origin). 

At first, everyone raised their eyebrows. One of the great clans and the fifth greatest sect had settled with only one disciple.

Needless to say, that was a perplexing claim. 

First of all, every sect will try to maximise their chance at the tournament. Hence, they will send as many disciples as possible. On the other hand, they do know to practise moderation by not making it too obvious that they are desperate for victory. Hence, the number is usually three to five for each sect. Thus, entrusting the name of their sect to only one disciple has two meanings. They either don’t care about the outcome of the tournament or they are confident the said disciple is enough.

Regardless, the banquet guests didn’t have sufficient knowledge about the internal affairs of Bei clan or Qi Yuan Valley to argue the former or the latter. 

Most kept to themselves and observed the situation. 

Few jokingly assumed the lady was pulling their leg.

Despite the scepticism, lady Bei was infallible. 

I recall the reaction of everyone when they realised lady Bei’s claim was not a joke. 

Their eyes went back to the “young master” of Bei clan.

Their eyes of that time were the same as they are now, full of anticipation.

When the players of the eighth group are present, everyone’s attention settled in two attractions.

The first is a young man around thirteen or fourteen years old. The long spear rests in his folded arms. The rising air reflects his capability and confidence.

Ten meters away stands a gorgeous figure whose beauty blurs the notion of gender. The uncanny beauty raised a hand to his mouth. A yawn of boredom elegantly escapes the glossy lips.

The other six in the same ring are spotted with an irritated expression. Surely, they know who these two are. One is a strong disciple from Hundred Weapons sect. The other is a member of Bei clan, not mentioning his affiliation with Qi Yuan Valley. To be mindful of the hierarchy is the duty of the weak. Nevertheless, the weaks have their pride. It’s reflected in their trash-talk.

“We sure have it tough, aren’t we? Having a prick and a “princess” in our group.”

“Yeah. So unlucky us.”

The spearman glares at them.

“Oh. I am so scared.” Said one of the mob.

Meanwhile, young master Bei covers his mouth for another yawn. His eyes didn’t even register those in his vicinity.

“Why don’t we split up?” Asked, a teeth-gritting boy. “You guys teach that cocky bastard a lesson. We, the femmy boy.”

“Nice idea.”

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Although on average everyone can reach Foundation stage within their lifetime, there are a minority in this world that have little talent. They can only do at most lower qi manipulation even if they spend their whole life cultivating. Hence, the disciples of every sect are above the standard. Using that logic, these kids, participants of Gudu’s youth tournament, are the best crop of those sects. Each and everyone of them is a capable cultivator for their age, just not capable enough to do what they declared.

“ARGH!”

“NO!”

“ARR…”

It didn’t take more than a minute for thing to resolve. Those that scowled at the predatory flower of the higher branch lied unconscious on the ground.

“What are you waiting for!? Hurry and get them to treatment!” Shouted, the announcer.

On the other side, the spear user of Hundred Weapons sect and his struggling foe are the only one left.

The eyes of the spearman have already diverted to the young master of Bei clan while he was half-heartedly blocking the attacks of his third-rate opponents.

“The Cloth Spear is as mighty as ever.” Commented, the disciple of the spear.

Every clan has a secret, be it treasures or martial arts. I know that Bei Clan is famous for the Cloth Spear. This martial art turns soft materials like cloth into a deadly spear. The short spear young master Bei is holding, was his cape just a few moments ago. It was this spear that drilled holes in the other contestants’ defence.

The spearman of Hundred Weapon sect looks back at his opponent.

That guy wouldn’t last another attack from him.

What is that spear guy contemplating about? Why does he not finish off his opponent and proceed to the next round? Shouldn’t that be the most logical course of action?

Huh?

From the corner of his, the spear guy throws a warning at the shaken boy. “If you know what’s good for you, stay where you are.”

What a glare.

The other guy falls on his butt.

A slapping sound from the audience catches my attention.

I turn to the source and saw a middle-age man covering his face with his right palm.

I surmise the senior is the master of that guy on the stage. He probably didn’t expect his disciple to lose his fighting will like that. Must be humiliating to him. His associates will probably give him a hard time.

Then I witness one of the most confusing scene I have seen at Gudu. 

The spear guy is challenging young master Bei.

What gives?

You have almost finished the first round. Why are you provoking another fighter? The heck?

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