The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 2037 – Cruel Competition (1)

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Mingye tensed up and his lips trembled.
Life and death battle...
What this father wanted to see was a life and death battle!
"Father, there will be a lot of casualties that way; I fear..." Before Mingye finished speaking, the Ancestor of the Undead looked at him coldly.
With this one look of his eyes, Mingye felt a strong and incomparable force pressing down on him. His legs seemed to be losing strength and he finally fell down on his knees in front of the Ancestor of the Undead with a flop. Cold sweat kept rolling down his whole body. He could only barely support himself with his hands on the ground, but his body was shaking non-stop.
"Mingye."
"Yes..." Mingye squeezed out a word from the narrow gap between his teeth. At this moment, all of his internal organs seemed like they were going to burst.
"Since when is it your turn to have any objections?" The voice, without a trace of affection, came like a nightmare. The Ancestor of the Undead, with his chin on one hand, looked down contemptuously at Mingye who was kneeling in front of him.
This undead teenager, who had his blood flowing through that body, seemed to have no relation to him at all.
"This humble son... This humble son dares not." Mingye opened his mouth with great difficulty, his entire heart seemed to be squeezed by a hand, bringing him constant pain.
The overwhelming pressure that covered Mingye's body slowly dissipated, after which Mingye got up in a hurry and silently retreated to one side.
"This humble son will go and tell them..." He wondered why his father was so cruel. These eight teams in the competition were the best among the younger generation of the undead. Any casualties would be a huge loss to them.
But the Ancestor of the Undead only wanted to see a battle between life and death.
The Ancestor of the Undead no longer paid Mingye any attention. Mingye withdrew indifferently and conveyed the intention of the Ancestor to the undead who were in charge of the competition.
The players on both sides of the first match suddenly saw the flag to suspend being raised shortly after the start of the fight, and they were somewhat confused. The two sides stopped and looked blankly at the undead who had put up the flag.
Every undead in the whole competition venue was dumbfounded. They were just watching vigorously; why did they suddenly suspend the match?
For a time, voices of the argument rose and fell.
"From now on, the rules of the competition will be completely changed. The one who is left standing wins, the side who fall loses, and there is no more conceding." The undead in charge of the competition announced with a deadpan face, but in fact, he had been frightened by the words of His Highness.
No one would have thought that this selection competition between a group of undead youths would directly evolve into a life and death battle.
As soon as the new rules of fighting were announced, the undead youths of both teams on the field were a little stunned.
"Stand till the end and you win; fall and you lose."
Each team had one hundred members. This new rule was equivalent to taking down all the members of the other party. The regenerative ability of the undead was very strong. Even if they were knocked down one moment, they could get back on their feet as long as they were given a certain amount of time.
If you want to take down the other side thoroughly, you would have to use a tough hand!
There was an uproar inside and outside the playing field, and it was obvious that these inexperienced youngsters had some difficulty digesting the new rule. They looked at each other in doubt and seemed to find it hard to accept the idea of killing their opponents.
Wasn't this just a selection competition? Where did that idea of killing their opponents come from?
Sounds of the argument continued to echo. Mingye's expression when he returned to the main grandstand was difficult to look at. His heart extremely disapproved of such a cruel fighting method, but how could he shake his father's will?
Subconsciously, Mingye looked for that familiar figure in the audience.