The Good For Nothing Seventh Young Lady's
Chapter 386: School Tournament
Shen Yanxiao, whose appearance was changed, brought with her the entire family and entered the place. Amidst the chatter of others, four shady figures found the frontmost seat and sat down.
"More than two thousand players, how many days would it take?" Shen Yanxiao propped up her chin. When he first heard these astronomical numbers, he was dumbfounded.
The school tournament always had a one-on-one preliminary round; with over two thousand people, even if there were more than 60 rings, it was expected that the final would not arrive in a day or two.
“No matter how long we wait; the more the final end, the better for you. These days you have to look at the matches of the other six professions. Pay attention to the characteristics and attack style of each profession, which will be good for your future fight.” Yun Qi chuckled. He was well aware that his own disciple had prepared and was ready to fight.
Shen Yanxiao's talent was high, but she was still young. Yun Qi hoped that he could learn more about the strengths and weaknesses of other professions in order to be undefeated in the finals.
"Yes." Yeah." Shen Yanxiao nimbly nodded; everything Yun Qi was doing was for his own good, how could he not know?
It was Vermilion Bird and Lan Fengli, two little men, who were completely uninterested in this competition.
Lan Fengli was well-behaved, sitting at Shen Yanxiao's side; his head did not glance to the side and just stared intently at Shen Yanxiao, as if the crowd that came and went were just mirages.
Vermillion Bird, on the other hand, was restless. He opened his eyes that had turned into a dark color, looking back and forth at the crowd at the venue.
“Major Witch? Eh? Rubbish."
“Senior Map? Waste!"
“Advanced Magicians? Cih..”
"Penet!"
"Chirpings?" The little Phoenix standing on Vermilion Bird's head bent his head; suddenly he saw a round object appear before his eyes, he was confused and curious.
Vermillion Bird gripped his head which was hit by Shen Yanxiao's fist, his eyes were covered in tears. He looked, feeling guilty at his own master who had just used domestic violence on him.
"Why did you hit me?" Can he see anyone else but him?
Shen Yanxiao glanced at Vermilion Bird with an expression of "you are less of a beating".
Vermilion Bird completely failed to understand, why would he have to suffer a knock?
In fact, among all the professions he had just thrown out repeatedly, many were on the same level as his unscrupulous family employer. Although Shen Yanxiao had a dual cultivation of magic and dou qi, listening to Vermillion Bird as she hated that Senior Witch and hated this Senior Archer, it was difficult for Shen Yanxiao not to beat people up.
"Sister, are you going to play here in a few days?" Lan Fengli blinked his clear eyes, staring at Shen Yanxiao innocently.
"En." Shen Yanxiao nodded. After a few days, he became very used to Lan Fengli's adorable foolish image, successfully replacing the Killing God in his mind.
Throughout the day, there was an adorable silly Mythological Beast arrogantly calling out to its master, and a beautiful boy shouting sister in a soft voice.
Shen Yanxiao felt that her life was really full of ups and downs ah!
“What kind of competition will you follow? Can Small Feng help?” The extremely foolish God of Assassins displayed a naive face. He did not know what he could do, but he always wished he could help and feel an existence in Shen Yanxiao's heart.
Just like a cute pet wagging its tail, a tiger seeks touch and love, asking to be fed.
It was much better than how the Mythological Beast Vermillion Bird looked at Shen Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao calmly looked at Lan Fengli; she raised her hand and touched her little head with a complicated look in the corner of her eyes.
**A Killing God with the power of seven fused races wants to climb into the ring?
Huge killing in all directions, blood flowed like a river; finally, a bloody battle and a bright red proverb [1] floated in Shen Yanxiao's mind.
[1] The proverb/bright red idiom he spoke of is an idiom (blood flows like a stream)
He believed at that time, he would not be the champion of the school tournament, but the object of the hunt of the entire Long Xuan Empire!
"No need, I have to go alone." Shen Yanxiao said very seriously.
Vermillion Bird and Lan Fengli were behaving quite well, still, the fourth side of the person was attracting a lot of attention.
Shen Yanxiao and Yun Qi were dressed quite simply, but Vermilion Bird and Lan Fengli looked extremely extraordinary. Shen Yanxiao originally intended to make these two little men wear face-changing masks as well, but Vermilion Bird strongly rejected the idea while Lan Fengli immediately looked at him with teary eyes after seeing the mask in his hand; biting his lips, he was about to grab the mask despite feeling guilty. Unfortunately, Shen Yanxiao did not give it to him in the end.
He let them both appear in their original colors.
The delicate and beautiful Vermilion Bird, the handsome and charming Lan Fengli, coupled with the adorable and endless little Phoenix; the appearance of these three adorable foolish creatures almost killed all the females living around it.
More and more people arrived at the place. Immediately, every direction had been filled by many people.
A moment later, the bell that signaled the start of the school tournament resounded, and the boisterous place instantly became silent so that no crow or sparrows could be heard [2].
[2] Use it to describe perfect silence
A robed old man walked into the middle of the large hall. Looking around at the quiet crowd, the old man said, “The Long Xuan Empire school tournament is about to begin. In the next few days, all the elite talents from all over the country will be fighting fiercely here for themselves and the reputation of their school. You will not bring your personal honor, but rather the honor of the entire school behind you. After the start of the tournament, the competition area for each profession will hold 10 matches at once. This is the preliminary round, the strongest survive, the winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated immediately. There will be six rounds of elimination. The top five players of each profession will eventually be selected to enter the semi-finals, and in the semi-finals, the final round,
Six professions, six qualifiers, three hundred and sixty fights to get a ticket to the final.
This is how fierce the tournament is. Everyone in that place held their breath, and at this moment they were expecting—hoping to see a great battle that would be staged earlier.
"That's everything. Now, let's invite players from all schools to enter the lottery ring. There will be two preliminary rounds for today; one in the morning and another in the afternoon. You will know according to the number you choose if you go to the game today, for the players who are not scheduled to fight today, he said, You can leave the venue for a while if you want. The old man casually finished his speech while giving an inviting gesture; after which, he walked out of the ring.
...The next moment, students from over 300 schools across the country lined up neatly to the venue, proceeded to their respective areas, and pulled their own number plates....
Shen Yanxiao, propping up her chin, turned her gaze to the crowd. Amidst that many people, he found four familiar figures.
Qi Xia casually stood on the ring in the Witch area, his half-snarrowed eyes showing his lazy demeanor.
In the Priest area, Yan Yu was quietly waiting for his turn; his pale face had a hint of indifference as if he would not fight with others.
On the side of the Knight area, Yang Xi folded her hands on her chest, her tall and slender figure protruding among the crowd of students.
As for Tang Nazhi who was in the Swordsman area…
Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows. Tang Nazhi looked somewhat absentminded. He seemed to be thinking about and looking for something. Relying on his tall figure, he observed the audience seats around as he was in a queue.
“Stupid,” Shen Yanxiao chuckled. Although she rejected Tang Nazhi's concealment of her true identity, seeing him now standing where he should be, she was also happy for him.
After getting their respective license plates, Yan Yu, Yang Xi, and Tang Nazhi left the ring because their match would not be held in the morning.
The only one who survived in the competition area was Qi Xia.
The tournament officially begins, and each ring climbs with two serious participants. They stood face to face in silence, waiting for the sound of the competition gong.
On the side of each ring, stood a man in sturdy clothes; three medical teams were also stationed in each area of the competition to prevent casualties in the tournament.
"Isn't that the young master of the Qilin Clan?" someone in the crowd recognized Qi Xia.
On the ring in the Witch area, Qi Xia was casually standing in front of the other young Magicians. His handsome face showed drowsiness, and his half-snarled eyes did not seem to be fully awake yet.
"Ha! It's so precious! I did not expect such a heavyweight character to appear in the first match!
“Truly depressing. I don't know which school the Witch came from, but she has to face Qi Xia. How tragic!”
The match had yet to begin, but most people's attention was already on Qi Xia.
Together with the name of the Qilin Clan and Qi Xia's fame as a genius Magician, the focus of everyone present was immediately on Qi Xia's body.
"Sister, is that brother strong?" Lan Fengli looked at Qi Xia who was inside the ring and asked with a doubtful look.
Shen Yanxiao touched her chin; it was really hard to answer.
However, a young girl sitting at the side quickly broke Lan Fengli's curiosity.
“Of course, he's so strong! I say, little brother, you have actually never heard of the name Qi Xia? Third Young Master of the Qilin Clan with innate magic ability, he is very famous yet you do not know him? The girl was extremely excited as she spoke; to her, Lan Fengli's ignorance was unimaginable.
Lan Fengli looked at the excited girl. He subconsciously shrank to Shen Yanxiao's side before he whispered, "I really don't know."
“Amazing child, then let me tell you, in our Long Xuan Empire, the two most powerful professions are Swordsman and Magician, and in the younger generation of Magicians, the, the most famous one was the Third Young Master of the Qilin Clan, Qi Xia . Not only did he have a first-rate mind in terms of business, his talent in magic was also unrivalled. When he had reached the Intermediate Magician level, he was still very young, and now, many years had passed, regardless of what level he had reached. But I'm sure he must have broken through to the level of a Senior Witch!”
He was only sixteen years old, yet he had broken through to the level of a Senior Mage, and it was likely that he was not far from reaching the peak of a Senior Mage; this talent could be said to be rare for a hundred years.
Lan Fengli nodded even though he only understood half of it. He looked at Shen Yanxiao, lowered his head, and muttered, "My female brother is also very strong."
The young girl heard him boast of her own older sister and snorted disapprovingly. But strangely, he looked around but did not see the figure of a girl. Why does she have a short sister?
“Shut up and watch the show,” Shen Yanxiao chuckled. He was very curious, and he was looking forward to how shocking the strength this fox Qi Xia could show**.
