Chapter 95: Postponing the Match

Because of what happened yesterday.

The organizer, the Demon Saint Mansion, directly scheduled the two contestants, Zhang Yi and the Lion King, to appear last.

This "last" does not refer to the end of today, but the final day of the Arena matches.

In other words, the final day will consist entirely of the powerful contestants and formidable figures who have emerged victorious.

Zhang Yi and the Lion King will have their final showdown on the last day against those super Demon Beasts who have made it to the end.

Of course, the Demon Saint Mansion naturally had to seek the opinions of the protagonists, Zhang Yi and the Lion King, regarding this.

As long as they agreed, then according to the competition rules, it could be done this way.

……

This day.

Zhang Yi was in a rather good mood.

Humming a little tune, he used his claws to carefully groom his slightly disheveled feathers.

The image of the Lion King eating dung yesterday was still playing on a loop in his mind; just thinking about it made him feel refreshed.

He even specifically checked himself in a puddle to ensure his handsome and dashing image was flawless, before setting off with an arrogant gait, prepared to head to the Arena.

To properly "entertain" that Lion King who was bursting with suppressed rage.

However, before he could even reach the Arena, his path was blocked by a massive Great Demon from the Demon Saint Mansion, who radiated the aura of a superior.

This Great Demon was burly and rugged, with a leopard's head and round eyes, looking just like a temple guardian; Zhang Yi almost thought he had walked onto the wrong set and accidentally entered the territory of some gang boss.

"You're Zhang Yi, right?"

The Great Demon asked in a muffled voice, the sound making Zhang Yi's eardrums buzz.

"That is indeed me. Does this... big brother have some business?"

Zhang Yi answered cautiously.

He thought to himself, could it be that because he smashed the bird-dung Demon Beast core onto the face of a Demon Saint Mansion Elder yesterday, the Elder couldn't take the insult and sent someone to teach him a lesson?

That wouldn't be it, would it?

This Elder is, after all, an Elder of the Demon Saint Mansion; is his heart really that small?

The Great Demon cleared his throat and said, "It's like this: after deliberation by the higher-ups of the Demon Saint Mansion, it has been decided to arrange your match with the Lion King for the final day."

"We would like to hear your thoughts now; do you agree or not?"

When Zhang Yi heard this, his heart blossomed with joy; this was great!

The longer it drags on, the more stifled that guy, the Lion King, will feel inside. By then, he might not even need to make a move himself; the Lion King might just suffocate from his own frustration!

Thinking of this, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, absolutely no problem!"

"You're quite straightforward, kid!"

The Great Demon laughed heartily and patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder, almost knocking him flat, "Then it's settled! Don't let us down when the time comes!"

After watching the Great Demon leave, Zhang Yi was happily preparing to continue toward the Arena when Jubiao, who had been following behind him, suddenly bristled.

"Smack!"

A resounding slap sent Zhang Yi spinning in place three times, and three beautiful tail feathers drifted down as a result.

Zhang Yi clutched his burning cheek, looking at Jubiao with teary eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Mom, why are you hitting me? I didn't provoke you..."

"Didn't provoke me? You brainless idiot!"

Jubiao was furious, pointing at Zhang Yi's nose and scolding, "You agreed to fight last—do you know what kind of characters are the ones who make it to the end? Those are Great Demons who have cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years! What are you going to use to compete with them? Forget about winning; it'll be a miracle if you don't get slapped to death by them!"

Zhang Yi had been losing feathers badly lately and was already heartbroken about it; now that three more had been slapped off, he immediately said with a mournful face: "Mom, if you pluck any more of my feathers, I'm going to be bald..."

"You deserve to be bald! You blockhead!"

Jubiao was frustrated by his lack of progress, "If you continue to compete now, you might still be able to snag a Zhong Ji Lingfu. If we drag it out to the end, we won't even get a single feather!"

Zhang Yi covered his head and said aggrievedly: "But... I've already promised them..."

"Promised my foot!"

Jubiao was so angry she stomped her feet, "Go tell them right now that we aren't competing! Right now, immediately, at once!"

Zhang Yi sighed helplessly.

He knew Jubiao was doing this for his own good, but he had already given his word to the Demon Saint Mansion; wouldn't going back on it now make him look like a man of no integrity?

Besides, he was also harboring a grudge and wanted to properly teach the Lion King a lesson, to let him know why flowers are so red!

"Mom, your perspective is too narrow!"

Zhang Yi looked confident, as if victory were already in his grasp, "My goal isn't some Zhong Ji Lingfu, but a Gao Ji Lingfu!"

Upon hearing this, Jubiao almost couldn't catch her breath.

Her sharp bird eyes widened into circles, her pointed beak almost poking Zhang Yi in the face, and she was so angry her nose was crooked.

"Gao Ji Lingfu? You're dreaming! With your amateur skills, you want to take a Gao Ji Lingfu? I think you were scared witless by that Lion King yesterday and are looking for an excuse to avoid the match!"

When Zhang Yi heard this, he immediately bristled.

"Who... who is scared witless! Am I, Zhang Yi, the kind of bird that fears death?"

He stiffened his neck, trying hard to look imposing, but unfortunately, in front of his mother's massive frame, this bit of presence was like a firefly competing with the bright moon, appearing particularly comical.

Seeing Zhang Yi being stubborn, Jubiao's anger grew even more intense, and her huge wings suddenly spread, whipping up a gust of wind.

It looked like she was about to give this ignorant son a dose of "loving education."

Zhang Yi shivered in fear, subconsciously hugging his head, trembling.

Just at this critical moment, a crisp voice rang out: "Forget it, this kid is definitely afraid to compete because of what happened yesterday."

Zhang Yi jerked his head up to see Nudi standing not far away, a playful glint flashing in her mung-bean-sized eyes.

He almost laughed in anger, "Who... who is afraid to compete! What do I have to be afraid of!"

Nudi chuckled, her tone carrying a hint of mockery: "Oh? Is that so? Then since you made the Lion King swallow that bird-dung-covered Demon Beast core of yours yesterday, aren't you afraid he'll take revenge and beat you to a pulp in the Arena?"

Zhang Yi stared at Nudi's mung bean-sized eyes and suddenly burst out laughing.

This woman really knew how to bring up the one thing that shouldn't be mentioned.

"Fine, fine, fine, whatever you say goes; I can't be bothered to argue with you."

He waved his hand and turned to walk toward the Arena, "Anyway, there's nothing left for me to do today, so I'll just be a spectator with all my heart and watch the show."

Just as Zhang Yi left, Mother Jubiao prepared to chase after him, but was stopped by Nudi.

"Leave him be, let him do whatever he wants."

Nudi's tone was indifferent, "Besides, since the Demon Saint Mansion came to discuss things with him, they surely don't want him to go up on the stage to compete either. After all, yesterday's incident caused such an uproar, and the face of an Elder of the Demon Saint Mansion is still face, after all."

Upon hearing this, Mother Jubiao felt it made sense.

If Zhang Yi were to go up to the Arena to compete now, even just appearing in the public eye would make people associate him with the incident of the Elder of the Demon Saint Mansion being smashed in the face.

The Demon Saint Mansion certainly wouldn't want to lose face again.