Chapter 29: What, that kid Ye Ling is actually fighting my son?

Upon seeing Han Yu, Ye Ling was visibly amused.

After all, meeting someone "familiar" among a crowd of strangers was indeed a different feeling.

Even if the person on the other side did not recognize him yet.

But what of it?

They would know each other after the fight.

"You're still laughing?"

"This guy isn't much worse than Yang Wenzhao; he is the grandson of Saint Knight Chief Han Qian, the only son of that Knight Han Zhige, and the Han family has produced Divine Seal Knights in the past! Moreover, a Guardian Knight is much more troublesome to deal with than a Punishment Knight in a one-on-one battle."

"Never mind whether you might lose to him, but there is only one day between this final and the real grand final; if you are too battered or injured, you will be at a huge disadvantage the next day."

Ye Ling was still laughing, while Chen Ying'er on the side was becoming somewhat anxious.

Not to mention their grudges with Yang Wenzhao, the prize for first place was much better than that for the top four.

And one could have priority in choosing a Spirit Stove.

Spirit Stoves also vary in quality; if one chooses a poor Spirit Stove, the gap becomes significant, and even the Knight Temple cannot guarantee that all three Spirit Stoves are good ones! Otherwise, Chen Ying'er would not be this anxious at this moment.

Yet, seeing her so anxious actually made Ye Ling find her a little cute.

He smiled slightly and said, "Rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

"The match is about to start, I'm heading over to compete."

Having said that, Ye Ling headed toward the venue; according to the time, this group final would start within three minutes.

Watching Ye Ling leave, Chen Ying'er was also stunned for a moment.

She always felt that Ye Ling's departing back was extremely reliable, as if with him there, everything could be perfectly resolved. High up on the main platform.

Han Zhige, who had not come to watch the matches before because he had to observe and guard everything, had now returned.

And the rest of those powerhouses had gone to take over his position.

Now, in the entire referee stand, only the three Divine Seal Knights remained, plus Han Zhige, totaling four people.

"Zhige, why did you come to watch the match this time?" Yang Haohan, on the side, asked in surprise upon seeing this.

He had always remembered that Han Zhige did not really like watching these kinds of matches.

Although he was very interested in discovering geniuses within the Hall, he usually paid more attention to defense.

"I have no choice; Xiao Yu is participating in the grand competition this time, and he happens to be one of the contestants in this Group A final. I have always been inside Yulong Pass in the past and could not watch his matches in the Holy City. Although I didn't watch the earlier ones and don't know who his opponents were, I definitely have to watch this final."

Han Zhige bowed to Yang Haohan, and then bowed to Long Xingyu and Long Tianyin.

The three naturally returned the gesture immediately.

Soon, Han Zhige sat in the seat he was supposed to occupy.

He waited quietly.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Long Xingyu's position, and said, "Brother Xingyu, if I remember correctly."

"Half a year ago, you successfully took that child named Ye Ling as your disciple. Over these past six months, he should have crossed the limit of the Second Tier, successfully awakened his Innate Internal Spiritual Power, become a true Knight, and participated in this grand competition, right?"

Hearing this, Long Xingyu smiled slightly: "Indeed."

"Since it's already the finals, his ranking should have come out by now."

Han Zhige nodded, seemingly very satisfied with this result.

After a while, however, he shook his head with regret:

"To be able to make you so satisfied, his talent is likely at least on the level of Yang Wenzhao, and he must be stronger than Xiao Yu."

"It's just a pity that his cultivation time is too short; otherwise, with his talent and temperament, he would likely be shining brightly this time."

"However, with his ability, after becoming a Knight, he should learn these skills quite quickly. Although he can't reach too high, he should be at the level of the top four in the group and top ten in the grand competition, right? Can he complete Hall Master Chen's basic requirements?"

If someone else had asked this question, Long Xingyu might have thought it was sarcastic.

But Han Zhige's words were clearly not. Long Tianyin and Long Xingyu looked at each other, and both could see a trace of confusion and doubt in the other's eyes.

And then.

The father and son laughed out loud together, completely losing their composure.

Yang Haohan had been following along, so he was still clear-headed.

But Han Zhige was dumbfounded, staring at these two Hall Masters in disbelief.

"You two, what are you doing?"

"I was just asking where that youth ultimately reached, why are you laughing like this?"

Han Zhige was stunned.

"Zhige, my disciple hasn't had a specific result yet; isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to start asking if he was eliminated?" Long Xingyu replied with a smile.

"Ah?" Han Zhige was bewildered.

Just at this moment, he could hear the voice of the Seventh Rank referee coming from below: "The match begins, Group A Knight No. 3 Han Yu, versus Group A Knight No. 9 Ye Ling!"

Hearing this, Han Zhige jolted, stood up instantly, and looked at the two youths walking in below.

One was his son Han Yu; he could not possibly have misidentified him.

The other was that Ye Ling, only compared to half a year ago, his temperament was more refined, and the light power on his body was restrained; at Han Zhige's level, he could naturally see the terrifying power within.

He was stunned for a moment.

This? Is this that Ye Ling?

Han Zhige was very doubtful.

But! It really was! "Brother Xingyu? This? What is going on?"

"You took him as a disciple only half a year ago, right? How did Ye Ling come to directly possess the qualifications for the group final?"

Han Zhige was extremely surprised.

"Being taught by both my father and me, it would be strange if he didn't reach this position. However, who do you think will win this battle, him or Han Yu?"

Han Zhige pondered and said: "It should be Han Yu. His talent might not compare to Ye Ling's, but he has been cultivating for longer and his strength is greater. Having been taught the Han Family Cultivation Method by my father, Ye Ling should not be his match."

Long Xingyu smiled slightly: "Then, let us wait and see!"

Just after the referee's voice fell.

Ye Ling and Han Yu naturally took the stage immediately.

Each drew their weapons and assumed their stances.

"Ye Ling, is it?"

"I didn't expect that this youth named Ye Ling could actually reach this point!"

Han Yu was very proud; as the grandson of the Saint Knight Chief, he had been a true genius among his peers, and even those older than him, since he was young.

With an Innate Internal Spiritual Power of sixty-three points, he was a genius hailed as someone destined to step into the Eighth Rank, with the hope of surpassing his elders to enter the Ninth Rank! And this time, coming to this Youth Knight Competition, although no one had given him a mission, he had set a mission for himself! That was to win first place!

The true first place! Even the kind that would surpass even Yang Wenzhao!

Yes, for Han Yu, in this competition, the only enemy he saw in his eyes was Yang Wenzhao; as for the others, there were none! Thinking of this, he curled his lips slightly, a touch of arrogance releasing from his entire being, and he looked at the Ye Ling before him with a hint of scrutiny.

"I heard that for some time, you have always ended your victories simply."

"Then, today that will end!"

Han Yu said arrogantly.

He had never heard of Ye Ling before; he figured he was just a minor genius Knight who had just returned to Yulong Pass, belonging to the dark horses of this competition.

But! He was far from being a match for himself! So what if he was a dark horse? Could he really take down a future Ninth Rank Knight like him in a second?

(End of this chapter)