Chapter 27: The Rewards of the Competition, and Yang Wenzhao's Extreme Grouping!

Chen Hongyu was extremely curious about Ye Ling's situation.

He was the second existence to cause his investigation to fail.

The previous one was none other than his granddaughter, the Soul Saintess Chen Ying'er.

However, he did not dare to inquire too much, because it was too troublesome.

For Ye Ling, the most important matter was still the Knight Temple Youth Knight Competition.

Knowing what was light and what was heavy, Chen Hongyu took Ye Ling and the others inside at the first opportunity.

They arrived at a checkpoint.

A group of Mithril Knights and Gold Knights were guarding there.

Only contestants and their teachers were allowed to enter.

Even though Chen Hongyu was the Soul Temple Hall Master, he had to follow this rule and took Chen Ying'er up to the spectator stands.

"Ye Ling, good luck! You must win first place!"

"Alright!"

After saying goodbye to Chen Ying'er.

Ye Ling went over to verify his identity.

He headed toward the venue.

It was filled with young knights waiting here with their teachers.

They were still a bit strange when they saw Ye Ling.

Except for a few young geniuses.

Basically, everyone was brought by their teachers, and Ye Ling felt very unfamiliar to them; at a glance, he was not what one would call a genius.

Some young knights even thought this after seeing Ye Ling's situation.

They secretly said to themselves that they were safe.

However, Ye Ling did not really care about their thoughts.

Their teachers could only bring them here.

His own teacher was the Hall Master at the very top! "All contestants have arrived. Please, Hall Master, begin the Youth Knight Competition and announce the rules for this time!" Behind them, an Adamantine Base Knight stepped forward; this person was none other than Han Zhige.

Upon hearing Han Zhige's words, a strange pressure appeared in the sky at the first moment, and several figures slowly walked out onto the central podium.

The leader among them was none other than Ye Ling's grand-teacher, the Knight Temple Hall Master Long Tianyin! Beside him were another Hall Master, Long Xingyu, and the Temple Alliance Leader who also served as the Knight Temple Hall Master, Yang Haohan.

"I am the Knight Temple Hall Master, Long Tianyin, the chief judge of this Youth Knight Competition. Next, I will announce the rules and rewards for this Youth Knight Competition!"

As soon as the words fell.

Everyone immediately looked over and performed a knight salute toward Long Tianyin, but they did not speak, waiting quietly for the announcement of the rules.

Including Ye Ling, they were all the same.

"The rules for this Youth Knight Competition are the same as in the past. It is divided into two groups, A and B. Each group will conduct independent battles, one match decides the outcome, and the winners of the two groups will compete."

As soon as the words fell, everyone became expectant.

Every Youth Knight Competition had rewards, but the rewards were different each time; sometimes they might be high, sometimes low.

But for Third-rank Knights, they were all rare treasures! And Long Tianyin continued to announce: "The rewards this time are indeed extraordinary."

"If you win the championship, in addition to a set of Magic Peak State equipment, there is also a Spirit Stove to choose from!"

"The top three can all choose a Spirit Stove! Among them, there is even a Star Sea Spiritual Stove that is extremely suitable for knights to use!"

Hearing this, all the knights present.

Oh no, not just these knights, even their teachers were all excitedly looking up at the sky, their eyes full of joy for this.

A Spirit Stove! That was a Spirit Stove! Giving away a Spirit Stove for the top three in the competition! That was usually the standard for the Demon Hunt Squad Competition! Who would have thought that this Youth Competition would actually have this situation?

It was truly not simple!

Everyone secretly made up their minds to reach the top three this time! Ye Ling felt the same, but he had a conflict with someone.

"I didn't expect that in three months, your cultivation has deepened quite a bit."

"No wonder you could let Lord Xingyu take you as his disciple."

Yang Wenzhao had already sought out Ye Ling, the war fire in his eyes unsuppressed and surging; he wished he could take his own precious sword and start a great battle with the Ye Ling before him right then and there.

But unfortunately, he dared not.

Not because of strength, but because the punishment for fighting privately before the competition began was not small.

"You're not bad either. The aura on your body is quite crisp; it looks like you've broken through a small hurdle and stepped into the Third Order Seventh Level, right?"

Seeing Yang Wenzhao like this, Ye Ling smiled slightly.

"Compared to you, it's still a bit lacking."

"Your aura, compared to three months ago, is not just a little bit different." Yang Wenzhao looked at Ye Ling, slightly wary, but after a moment, a golden light appeared in his eyes, and he laughed: "However, this is just right."

"The you from three months ago was far from being able to reach me, but the current you is barely qualified."

"It's just that quite a few geniuses have come to this Youth Knight Competition. Other people are easy to deal with, but the one from the Saint Knight Chief's family seems to have come too. If you run into him, it won't be easy to win."

"I hope you can hold steady and successfully run into me, but you also have to pray that you don't meet me in the first few rounds of the preliminaries, otherwise, you'll lose face."

Yang Wenzhao made threats, displaying his arrogance to the fullest.

If it were a hot-blooded youth, hearing this, they would probably wish to make some kind of single-day appointment with him, followed by a bunch of wagers.

But Ye Ling, who had lived two lives, would not be so childish.

He just smiled slightly and said: "Empty words have no value. We shall see the real results on the arena stage then."

After saying this, taking advantage of Long Tianyin's words, "Begin the drawing," Ye Ling went straight to draw lots.

Leaving behind Yang Wenzhao, who looked like a clown, standing in place.

He was completely stunned.

The two of them made a pact, saying that they must determine a winner next time; that was the result a Punishment Knight should have in his mind.

Even if his personality was steady, shouldn't this be the reaction a young Punishment Knight ought to have?

What?

Yang Wenzhao was completely stunned.

This is really!!!

"Flustered and exasperated," he did not make any excessive moves, but instead turned his head to go draw his own lot.

In an instant, the result came out.

"Group B!" The moment he got his number plate, Yang Wenzhao immediately continued walking toward Ye Ling's position and said, "What group are you in?"

"Group A, and you?" Ye Ling waved the number plate in his hand.

"Group B. It seems I can only meet you in the finals."

"Mm, then I hope you can hold out until the finals."

"I return those same words to you!!!"

For some reason, Yang Wenzhao always felt that no matter how steady he usually was, he always lost his composure when encountering this guy Ye Ling. When did this start?

Was it from when he learned he was a disciple of Lord Xingyu? However, Ye Ling did not care about this child's thoughts.

"Just two groups, is that right?"

"That is a beautiful coincidence."

Ye Ling smiled slightly, then looked at the place where their groups were being announced and smiled faintly: "However, there is no need to care too much about all this."

"I only need to go and obtain first place in the Grand Competition!"

(End of chapter)