"Contestants, enter!"
As soon as the words fell, three scruffy young men, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, walked into the arena with smiles on their faces.
Upon seeing the trio, Feng Xingtong immediately became an astonished commentator: "Wow, those are Baobao Feng's opponents? How is it them? What a surprise."
Zhang Chulan, seeing Feng Xingtong's surprised expression, asked curiously, "Are these three people very strong?"
"How should I put it? They're not weak, but the main thing is that all three of them are a team, known as the 'Little Peach Garden of Divine Secretn guard'."
"Three against one? This is going to be troublesome."
At this moment, the shortest and fattest of the three walked out and spoke to the surrounding stands in fluent Divine Secretn-accented Mandarin: "Everyone, some of you know us brothers, some don't, but we three brothers definitely didn't cheat."
"What is this? This is called fate!"
Another tall, thin man, holding a cigarette, chimed in, "This is called destiny!"
"I want to see which unlucky fellow has to fight us brothers."
Their distinctive Divine Secretn dialect made Yang Tao want to laugh; if one knew it was a competition, one might have thought it was a crosstalk performance.
Soon, Feng Baobao, dressed in a All Heavens Connect uniform, walked in from the arena entrance.
The chubby man with a small mustache looked at the downcast Feng Baobao and said with a smile, "Oh my, it's a little girl~"
"Hehehe, don't be scared, big brothers will be very gentle."
Feng Baobao looked up when she heard the voice, and the three members of Little Peach Garden saw her face under the hat, immediately scared out of their wits!
"Bao… Baobao Feng??"
The three of them happily conceded on the spot and even followed Feng Baobao out of the arena with fawning expressions.
Yang Tao said with a chuckle, "These outlaws are just like ordinary people, there are all kinds."
"Chulan, it's your turn next. Be energetic later and don't lose face."
Zhang Chulan's mouth twitched twice. He had understood the situation in the arena just now; in a four-person free-for-all, the more famous a person was, the more disadvantaged they would be. With his current fame, he would definitely be targeted by others.
'No, I can't expose my identity yet, I must find a way.'
His current strength was indeed not weak, but the more trump cards he exposed, the higher the possibility of being targeted.
Therefore, he had to keep his trump cards as much as possible.
Suddenly, he saw a man in a trench coat sitting not far in front of him, and a light gradually appeared in his eyes.
Just then, Feng Xingtong looked at Yang Tao and said, "Brother Yang, it's our turn to compete next. Let's go over now."
There was more than one competition venue.
"Alright, by the time we get there, it should be about time. Chulan, we're going ahead. Good luck."
Zhang Chulan nodded heavily and said, "Brother, I'll come find you after my match. Please take it easy. Feng Xingtong is still young and can't handle too much…"
"Oh? So you're very brave?"
"I… I can't either, Brother. If you want to beat someone up, go find Xu Si. He'll definitely be fine."
"Haha, you rascal… Alright, let's go."
With that, Yang Tao left this No. 1 venue with Feng Xingtong.
Feng Xingtong was very young, only about fifteen or sixteen, but his mind was quite mature: "Brother Yang, Chulan said you're very strong, but I still want to try…"
"Oh? Young man, your courage is commendable, but Feng Xingtong, everyone dies eventually, you don't need to take such a shortcut."
Feng Xingtong: "..."
"Brother Yang, don't scare me."
"Haha, don't worry, I'll go easy on you. With your Feng family name, you'll definitely receive special attention later. Don't worry, I won't gang up with them to take advantage of you, but you'll have to find a way to deal with the other two before you have a chance to fight me, so work hard."
In the plot, Feng Xingtong easily passed the preliminary rounds, apparently his opponents were all cannon fodder. Now that someone was helping him clear the cannon fodder, he was naturally more than happy.
Feng Xingtong felt uneasy after hearing Yang Tao's words, pondering how he would deal with his opponents later.
By the time the two of them arrived at the venue, the first match there was just ending. There was nothing they could do; Feng Baobao's match had ended too quickly.
Walking up to the stands, Yang Tao discovered that this match was actually Daoist Wang Ye.
Seeing Wang Ye's Tai Chi skills, Feng Xingtong immediately said excitedly, "Wow, what amazing Tai Chi skills! This Wang Ye is clearly the outstanding young talent of Wudang…"
Not just Wang Ye, but also Zhuge Qing, who was lying unconscious on the ground, scared stiff. This little guy was purely here to give away points. According to his strength, although he was no match for Wang Ye, he could have held on for a few moves.
But the reality was that as soon as he entered the arena, he was so scared by his opponent's appearance that he forgot all his family's inherited skills, and then he fainted.
"Wang Ye's strength is far more than what you're seeing, hehe."
When Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye used their sorcerer techniques, they were like two different art styles compared to other outlaws.
It was probably the difference between a low-level ability user and a grand mage.
He really liked Wang Ye's outwardly reserved but inwardly flamboyant demeanor, and he was very skilled at showing off.
"Ah, what a hassle~"
"Daoist Wang Ye wins!"
Wang Ye clapped his hands, looking listless, and walked towards the outside of the arena. Suddenly, he heard someone shouting his name from the stands.
He turned his head to see a man in a white Daoist robe sitting in the stands, waving at him.
"Daoist Wang Ye, please come over for a chat!"
Wang Ye originally didn't want to bother, but a special feeling in the back of his mind urged him to go.
Wang Ye frowned slightly, his hand hidden in his long sleeve making a quick calculation. Then, a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.
Nothing… there was nothing.
He couldn't calculate anything about the other party, not even a chance of backlash. The other party was clearly waving at him from the stands, but he couldn't calculate their future at all.
Could the other party also be a sorcerer, a sorcerer even stronger than him?
"Contestant Wang Ye, please exit the arena!"
The Daoist from Longhu Mountain, seeing Wang Ye frozen in place, reminded him in due time.
Snapping back to his senses, Wang Ye leaped, using the Cloud Ladder technique, and landed directly beside Yang Tao. He cupped his fists and bowed slightly, saying, "Wudang's Wang Ye greets fellow Daoist."
The one who hailed Wang Ye was naturally Yang Tao.
He looked at the dark-eyed Wang Ye and chuckled as he patted the spot beside him, saying, "Daoist Wang Ye, no need to be so polite. I called you over because I want to ask you something."
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Yang Tao, and this is Feng Xingtong."
Wang Ye also slightly cupped his fists towards Feng Xingtong and said, "Greetings, fellow Daoist."
Feng Xingtong stood up and quickly waved his hand, saying somewhat nervously, "Daoist Wang Ye, there's no need to be so polite."
Wang Ye nodded gently, then looked at Yang Tao and asked, "May I ask, Daoist Yang Tao, what do you wish to inquire of this humble Daoist?"
Yang Tao stared at Wang Ye curiously, as if looking at some rare animal, and asked with a smile, "Daoist Wang Ye, I'm very interested in your Fenghou Qimen. Can you calculate for me, what are the chances if I were to run over and kill Wang Ai and Lu Ci right now?"
Wang Ye's originally listless eyes suddenly widened, and at the same time, he began calculating what Yang Tao had said in his mind.
A moment later, Wang Ye said in disbelief, "Ten deaths, no life…"
"They…"
"Daoist Wang Ye, don't speak in gasps. I thought you were saying I had ten deaths and no life."