Chapter 77: Waking Up, Is It My Turn?

Better than nothing, it's better than having nothing at all.

He was just about to reach out to take it, but Nudi was quick-witted and snatched it away.

"Don't give it to him. Isn't he capable enough on his own? Let him find a way himself."

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

This damn girl is getting more and more excessive!

The competition at the Demon Saint Mansion attracted numerous Demon Beasts.

The first two days were competitions for low-tier Demon Beasts; now it was finally the turn of high-tier Demon Beasts like Zhang Yi and the others.

Zhang Yi calculated that he would likely be able to go up to the Arena to compete tomorrow.

When the time comes, he must kill a Demon Beast.

Otherwise, he would have to starve to death.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's stomach rumbled.

He touched his empty stomach and sighed helplessly.

Ever since he arrived at the Demon Saint Mansion, he hadn't had a single full meal.

Those Spirit Pills and medicines had all been squandered by that spendthrift Nudi.

At night, Zhang Yi was so hungry he couldn't sleep, so he got up and went for a stroll, only to find there wasn't even a scrap to eat outside.

He wandered over to the edge of the Arena, where the bloody scent of the day's matches still lingered in the air.

He looked at the scattered remains of Demon Beasts on the ground and swallowed his saliva.

Zhang Yi picked up a piece of a Demon Beast's remains and started gnawing on it.

The taste was truly not great, fishy and stinking, but it was better than going hungry.

While gnawing on a Demon Beast's leg, he thought about tomorrow's competition.

Who would his opponent be? Could he win? If he lost, would he be starved to death?

As he thought, Zhang Yi's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and eventually, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Zhang Yi was woken up by a burst of noise.

His eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Zhang Yi struggled to open his eyes, and two huge faces appeared blurrily before him, nearly scaring his soul away.

After steadying himself, he saw clearly that they were two guards wearing the Demon Saint Mansion uniform, staring at him with the look one gives a fool.

"You bird, you slept here last night?"

One of the guards asked in a muffled voice, his tone full of disbelief.

Zhang Yi rubbed his eyes and nodded sleepily.

He had been too hungry last night, so he gnawed on a few pieces of Demon Beast remains left behind by some unlucky soul and fell asleep in a daze.

Only then did he notice that the area around the Arena was already packed with a sea of Demon Beasts.

All sorts of strange-looking heads were squeezed together.

The noisy discussions buzzed incessantly.

"Is it... time for the competition already?"

Zhang Yi yawned and asked with sleepy eyes.

The other guard nodded speechlessly, "Yes, hurry up and wake up. As it happens, you are the first one to go up on the Arena today. No need to go down; just move around up there and get ready for the match."

Zhang Yi's brain went "buzz," as if he had been struck by lightning.

What?! It's starting already?

Damn it, I'm not prepared yet!

He complained crazily in his heart; he had spent all last night just filling his stomach and hadn't made any preparations at all.

Now it's great, he's going up just to throw his life away.

He subconsciously touched his empty pockets, feeling even more desperate.

Without Spirit Pills or medicine to replenish his strength, how is he supposed to fight this battle?

"Who is my opponent?"

Zhang Yi asked, feigning composure, trying his best to look less panicked.

The guard said expressionlessly, "Shizhentian of the Kuanshi Clan. I heard that a Divine Beast of their Lion Clan voluntarily self-destructed last night to contribute to Shizhentian, so he also just broke through to Great Divine Beast Third Tier last night. His strength is formidable."

Great Divine Beast Third Tier?! Zhang Yi nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He himself was only at Great Divine Beast First Tier...

Zhang Yi was completely numb; this was simply a massacre with no suspense!

"Um... can I change opponents?"

Zhang Yi asked weakly, holding onto a last shred of hope in his heart.

The two guards looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Change opponents? What are you thinking, kid? This is the Demon Saint Mansion's competition, the rules are strict, how can it be child's play!"

"Exactly, hurry up and get ready, don't waste time!"

According to the competition rules, the opponents were all decided in advance.

That is to say, when they initially divided the opponents, both sides were of equal strength.

But there was no guarantee that the other party wouldn't have a breakthrough before the match.

If a sudden surge in strength occurred, the other party could only consider themselves unlucky.

Zhang Yi was on the verge of tears; what the hell is this!

He took a deep breath and tried hard to calm himself down.

It is useless to regret it now; he can only bite the bullet and go up.

He begins to stretch his muscles on the Arena, performing some simple warm-up movements.

Although he knows the hope is slim, he cannot just give up; he might as well struggle a bit—who knows, perhaps he can create a miracle?

Below the Arena, Jubiao sits upright, having procured a small flag from somewhere, waving it vigorously like a fanatical groupie.

"Go son! Win a Zhong Ji Lingfu back for your mother!"

She shouts at the top of her lungs.

Beside her, the Pterosaur covers its ears helplessly, looking embarrassed.

Zhang Yi stands on the Arena, and upon hearing this, he nearly stumbles and falls.

With black lines covering his head, he silently complains to himself: You really are my own mother!

Is a Zhong Ji Lingfu really that easy to win?

Besides, your son can barely protect himself right now!

Clearly, Jubiao and the Pterosaur do not know that his opponent, Shizhentian, is already a Great Divine Beast Third Tier existence.

Not long after, a deafening lion's roar echoes throughout the entire competition venue.

Shizhentian is seen shaking his golden fur as he struts onto the Arena.

His arrogant gait makes it seem as if he is already the champion of this match.

With every step Shizhentian takes, the Arena trembles slightly, manifesting his immense power.

Below, the Demon Beasts of the Lion Clan are even more excited, waving flags and shouting like a mountain-toppling sea: "Shizhentian! Shizhentian! Invincible!"

Jubiao was originally waving her small flag with great joy, but suddenly she feels the surrounding air solidify, an inexplicable sense of oppression making it hard for her to breathe.

Subconsciously, she releases her divine sense, wanting to probe Shizhentian's strength.

As a result of this probe, she is nearly scared out of her wits.

Great Divine Beast Third Tier!

How is this possible?!

The smile on Jubiao's face freezes instantly, replaced by a deathly pallor.

She grabs the Pterosaur's arm, her sharp claws nearly embedding into his flesh, "Look! That lion, that lion is a Great Divine Beast Third Tier!"

Her voice trembles.

The Pterosaur is also stunned by this sudden turn of events; he hurriedly releases his divine sense to confirm it again, and the result is the same as what Jubiao saw.

Shizhentian is indeed a Great Divine Beast Third Tier powerhouse!

He gasps, when did this kid break through?

Wasn't he a Great Divine Beast First Tier yesterday? Could he have eaten some heaven-sent treasure?

"Son! Hurry and concede! Don't fight anymore!" Jubiao screams at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with anxiety.