Miraculous Princess's

Ch. 16 - Festival II

Rong Muxiu did not continue to speak and only fell silent staring around them. He immediately averted his gaze when he caught the silhouette of a man laughing alongside the old man before him. At that moment he felt an unexplainable feeling. Some kind of bad feeling.

Then he turned his gaze to the back of Rong Huang who was walking not far in front of him. Rong Muxiu was still undecided, did he have to tell Rong Huang or not? Given the previous situation, he shook his head as well. The action is not right, it will cause new problems.

Another case with Rong Huang who did not pay attention to the strange felt by Rong Muxiu, he actually saw a crowd that was piling up around a medium-sized stage.

“Muxiu, want to go there?” Rong Huang could not open his voice properly, it made things feel even more awkward, plus Rong Muxiu did not notice him at all.

Rong Huang coughed dryly to neutralize his awkwardness. Unfortunately, at the same time Rong Muxiu also wanted to say something.

“A-“

“I-“ Rong Muxiu took a deep breath.

“You first,” pinta Rong Muxiu relented.

“Muxiu, would you like to come with me to see the event over there?” Rong Muxiu tilted his head with eyes that glanced at the connexion.

“No.” Rong Muxiu shook his head with a shrunken forehead. He was too lazy to fuse together with such a crowd, especially when he had such a bad feeling. That's too risky.

“Oh, if you want it. Then pay for my compensation last afternoon.”

“Alright, alright,” Balaka Rong Muxiu resigned while looking down full of regret.

He changed his mind, maybe if he tagged along he would get the answer.

Then Rong Huang walked together approaching the relationship with a calm face. As the two looked on the stage there were two people fighting with strength, both smiling for no reason. The awkward atmosphere was also blurred.

“Huang jiejie, do you want to prove it here, how strong is your real strength? If you refuse my offer this time, I will interpret if you are actually very weak.” Both of his hands he folded in front of his chest while looking at Rong Huang with a look of disdain.

“Who is afraid, I will prove it. Just look.” Rong Huang smirked.

“Do you want to enter this power struggle competition. If you want please come with me.” That voice was heard between them.

Rong Muxiu turned around with wide-eyed eyes, he did not know if the child had been around them for a long time. While Rong Huang just smiled and greeted the child back. It seemed like Rong Huang knew him.

“Hai,” no, Rong Huang does not know him. “I want to follow this match, just me. He doesn't have the spiritual ability to defeat those people at all.”

“It doesn't matter that even people without spiritual abilities can compete. Look at that guy, they did it.” The boy looked up at the stage, a teenage girl doing horses to prepare to attack a man of her age in front of him.

Rong Huang narrowed his eyes and saw that the young man did not possess any spiritual power despite his high physical abilities. It could be a huge gap for cultivators to attack him.

“No, I still don't come.”

“Why? Are you scared?” The little boy smiled faintly.

“I hate fights, so don't force me.” Rong Huang instantly turned around with a nauseous expression on his face.

“Good, since you are a lover of peace then I will not force you into this competition.” The little boy nodded and pulled Rong Huang's hands cheerfully.

“Cute with me.”

“Huang jiejie! Careful!” Rong Muxiu exclaimed from a distance with a raised hand.

As Rong Huang vanished from his sight, Ronh Muxiu began to consider some of his deductions stating the possibility of a bad situation going on in this place. So he had to see some things first.

His sense of smell caught such a strong smell of carnation that was not far from him. But it didn't come from on stage, because he had seen that those people up there didn't suffer such severe injuries, he had assumed the smell was coming from somewhere else, not far from here.

“The match between Qin’er and Xiaopang began,” the referee said aloud to start the match.

While Rong Muxiu was narrowing his eyes in the other direction. His premonition said if the rancid smell was a sign that misfortune would occur in the near future.

But he did not heed his thoughts by shaking repeatedly. Then he put his eyes back on stage. Rong Muxiu couldn't see the overall how the fight went because of his too small height.

He had to repair his body as quickly as possible!

Want how else, because he is already here he should make the most of everything possible.

“Hey, do you guys want to bet? If you want, let's do it. It would be very boring, wouldn't it, if people just kept watching without doing anything?” Rong Muxiu dabbled around his waist staring at the people who were whispering to each other.

The people who were whispering to each other turned their heads towards Rong Muxiu who was smiling with a confused look. Seeing that Rong Muxiu had a ray of confidence on his face, the men began to believe the statement the girl had made before.

“According to you who will win?” Rong Muxiu's lazy voice could be heard reaching their ears. It raised the spirits of some people.

No one answered.

Supposedly. Rong Muxiu pulled the purple crystal ring given by the old man from inside the pocket hanging on his waist then said, “I will give you this ring along with the gold coins I brought if you can accept this challenge.”

People were filled with excitement and distrust. No way! How could the treasure be given to a little girl! The ring .. is the treasure of the famous Heaven’S Star Academy!

“I warn you once again, even though I cannot manipulate qi, I can still drop knocking you down easily,” the grin expands even bigger.

“If you can, face my attack!”

A man who had a full body of muscles running at his maximum speed approaching Rong Muxiu with a swing would raise a fist. Rong Muxiu smiled faintly, then took a step back to the side from where he was.

“Jeez, muscle brain base,” muttered to see the man thrown to the ground.

He also patted his hands and said without burden, “This is what will happen if a fool acts without a second thought, jeez when I ‘kan peace lovers.”

Rong Muxiu turned to stare at those people with curvy eyes filled with moonlight, “Let's bet, okay?”

“Games over!” Excited a referee who stood on the stage while gesturing with his hand.

“Qing’er lose and Xiaopang win!” The voice interrupted the surprise of several people.

It's unbelievable! A young man without spiritual ability defeated a girl who possessed fifth level spiritual qi condensation ability!

“Next is the fight between He Long and Fei Yang!” The referee's spirit face turned to look at the surrounding crowd with a curious look.

“Who will win?! Is that He Long? Or Fei Yang?”

Rong Muxiu yawned lazily staring at the people who had a curious look on his face. Oh, it seems like the situation is completely reversed for him.

“All right let's start the match!”

“1 ..”

Rong Muxiu grabbed the paper from within the same pocket where he placed the purple crystal ring. In his heart he chuckled, apparently carrying some parchment sheets and brushes and ink was not in vain.

“2 ..”

Rong Muxiu gave a smile, “Take and write your name and who you choose.”

“3!”

The fight begins, the man with the beard on the left side — Fei Yang — picks up the sword from the holster embedded behind his back. Then put up the horses with the turned sword eyes.

Men on the right side of — He Long — do the same. The difference is, he holds nothing.

“Who do you think won?” Rong Muxiu raised his eyebrows and glanced lazily at the person who was holding the parchment he had given.

“Fei Yang,” replied the person sure, then gave the brush and parchment to the hands of others.

Rong Muxiu stroked his chin and replied cheerfully, “Then I choose the old man who is on the left side! Because it looks like he's so sure of himself.”

That person smiled very faintly.

“How will you share your treasure if you lose?”

Rong Muxiu replied calmly, “I will give money to them .. each .. er .. twenty gold coins. And for that purple crystal ring I'll give it to the person who's most sure of the bet. In other words, that person should be risking more money.”

The people who heard Rong Muxiu's words showed excited faces. Aih, they are not good at covering up what they think. Were those fools never once wary of that lazy-looking Rong Muxiu?

After a few seconds, there was still no one to launch an attack on the others. Each of them still put up sturdy horses. As if the action says a new battle, “Those starting first will lose earlier.”

Until finally the two thought simultaneously launched action. However Fei Yang had a speed that was much faster than He Long so He Long was cornered quickly.

As Fei Yang threw out an attack with a sword that had been integrated with qi, He Long dodged then retorted with a fist right above Fei Yang's head. Then Fei Yang who had been wrathful due to being provoked by He Long carried out consecutive attacks.

“Truly stupid,” muttered Rong Muxiu without taking his eyes off.

He Long nearly fell off the stage, but he dodged with the qi he made solid in the air, making the air seem denser and denser than before.

So far both have not carried out any special attacks or techniques. Fei Yang with his aggressive attacks and He Long with good ability in controlling the qi in the air, they cornered each other.

When He Long performed a kick to the fatal point of the body, the chest. Fei Yang bounced backwards then spewed blood. His eyes were puffed up as he looked at the deep, red liquid flowing on the floor of the stage.

But he hasn't given up!

Holding onto his chest to endure the pain, he got up and looked at He Long full of grudges. He took out his sword blade, then turned the sword eye forward.

“Oh no, it looks like there will be a life-and-death fight here,” muttered Rong Muxiu helplessly.

He Long stared warily at the mature horses, it seemed like he was about to launch a special technique. Or didn't?

Fei Yang ran towards He Long angrily then shouted, “Earth Demonic Technique: Destruction Earthquake!”

Fei Yang stomped his feet on the stage, it made a wave of non-playful vibrations. The ground around it became cracked even some stones were successfully made to float in the air by Fei Yang qi floating in the air. But strangely the stage did not collapse at all.

Before Fei Yang managed to control the stones to reach He Long, He Long retaliated against the attack, “Sound Vibrations Technique: Sound Reflection!”

The air shook violently, it caused a very powerful shrill broadcast. But the people who were outside — besides Rong Muxiu — only saw how the rocks that Fei Yang had managed to lift fell to the ground just like that.

He Long took the opportunity when Fei Yang was off guard, he bowed and ran at high speed then leaped right under Fei Yang's chin to land a fist firmly on his chin.

Fei Yang spewed blood once again. But this time he lost consciousness.

The referee was stunned for a moment then shouted out loudly, “The match is over! Fei Yang lost and He Long won!”

The people who supported Fei Yang earlier also complained. They feel they have been deceived. Rong Muxiu turned around with a carefree look.

“Sini submit all bets you have given me.”

[To Be Continued]