Chapter 51.3: Mercilessly Cruel Compet.i.tion
Yu Jing Zhuo was speechless. "….." [Fine, I won't ask anymore. Will that do?]
Up on the arena stage, the s.p.a.ce inside the isolation barrier was slowly beginning to shrink, and those who had a slightly lower level of tolerance were finding it hard to breathe, their faces turning an ugly shade.
"Sis, do you think that any one of those people will be able to walk out from there?" Qing Yu turned to look at the young lady beside him to ask.
Qing Yu curled up the corners of her lips and said: "There are still some among those people with rather good apt.i.tude. I think at least another five people might be able to come out from there."
Qing Yu was a little surprised. "Really?"
He had not expected Qing Yu to give such a high estimation, as he himself was thinking only about another two people would make it.
"Just wait and see. It's only a matter of time." Qing Yu smiled and did not say anymore, her phoenix like eyes looking indifferently at the incense stick that was about to burn out. It would be another ten breath's time before an incense stick's time would be up.
The center of the platform flashed twice and a man and a woman came walking out from there, their faces a little pale, but overall, they still seemed to be in a rather good state.
After that, another man came out right behind them, walking through the isolation barrier.
Qing Bei blinked his eyes in surprise. [That was already the third person. Would there really be five who will make it?]
As that thought was going through his mind, he then saw the sisters Yan Xi Ruo and Yan Xi Wu coming out from there as well, while the rest of the people stuck in that tiny cramped s.p.a.ce were all under great agony, wailing endlessly. Finally, they could no longer withstand it any longer and they all chose to give up.
Hence, among the fifty people in the first round, including Yu Xiao Ning who was the first person to come off the platform, there were a total of six people.
Qing Bei cast an admiring glance towards his sister beside him. [She said there would be five and it turned out to be exactly that number. That's just too accurate isn't it?]
And down below, the people who had not yet been called then could not help but started whispering in low voices.
"Out of fifty people, not even ten had pa.s.sed. It is rather unexpected."
"But no one could have thought that they would come up with such a strange topic. Testing one's memory, and it was a swordplay manual left behind from ancient times. With the speed those words were flashing at, it was hard for anyone to even see it clearly, much less memorize."
"Ha, if I am to say, all of them must have only single mindedly concentrated on acting tough and playing vicious and do not possess enough intelligence to even keep up. Hahaha!"
"That's right, can't even do something like memorizing a book which is just child's play. How useless."
It seemed like the host of the compet.i.tion Xian Xin Zi had not expected such a result as well and her exquisite little face seemed to look a little disappointed. But she quelled the expression on her face very quickly and then went on to announce: "There are a total of six people who got through the first round and they are, Yu Xiao Ning, Qi Mo, Yin Si Si, Ji Yun Fei, Yan Xi Wu and Yan Xi Ruo. The six of you can have some rest for now and prepare yourself for the next round."
The second round had another fifty people go up. This time, it wasn't a test of memory by a straight contest of martial skills. Who ever was able to throw their opponent of the platform would win. Up on the arena platform, there was no distinction between a commoner or n.o.bility, no differentiation in their status or position. Here, whoever's fist was harder would reign.
This round was a lot more interesting, and the first number that was drawn was number one hundred and fifty.
There wasn't anything wrong with the number itself, but the owner of that number token was the Martial Land Kingdom's prince, Mu Qian Shang.
The pair of twins from the Martial Land Kingdom did not only possess outstanding looks, they also held highly powerful cultivation. Especially the Seventh Prince Mu Qian Shang, it was rumoured that his powers were quite a lot higher than the Sixth Prince Mu Qian Chen, strength that came close to the killing machine, the Duke of Vast Seas.
Hence when that tall and slender figure got up from his seat and came up to the arena stage one step at a time, the entire great hall suddenly had a rare moment of silence.
Mu Qian Chen was beaming with a brilliant smile on his face, and if you looked closely, you would find that the smile was tinged with a sense of gloating.
Wondering who would be the unlucky one to meet that crazy Qian Shang!
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