Chapter 596

"The Profound Mirror Guild, they haven't attacked me directly, but they have attacked Shen Yixi."

"Profound Mirror is the mortal enemy of Black Slaughter; I suppose they wouldn't mind using some underhanded tricks on me."

"I must be on guard!" Su Ming said calmly.

Afterward, he swallowed a drop of the Ancient Snake Poison Gall juice, just in case.

Shi Shi-grade items cannot be used during the competition.

But who said you couldn't use them before the competition?

With the anti-poison buff, he would be fearless against most underhanded tricks.

Furthermore, Su Ming also took off all the epic-grade equipment he was wearing, such as the Sharp Stone Earrings.

Once you enter the competition field with epic-grade items, you will be immediately scanned by the barrier, which will directly judge you as having failed.

And the guild you belong to will never be able to participate in the Newcomer Competition again.

Su Ming didn't want to implicate Black Slaughter.

【Countdown ended, teleporting to the competition battlefield】

The next instant, Su Ming's body was filled with the power of teleportation.

Afterward, he arrived on the battlefield.

The audience seats were filled with enthusiastic cheers; countless spectators were gazing here.

On countless high platforms to the side, many battles were also proceeding simultaneously!

The sky was full of live-streaming machines, reporting on this annual competition from 360 degrees without blind spots!

Standing before Su Ming was a thin, gaunt young man.

In Shi Liang's eyes, there was a hint of cold killing intent.

"Meeting someone from Black Slaughter in the first round, looks like my luck is good..." he licked his lips and said coldly.

"Have you... thought about how you're going to die?" he grinned, his eyes seemingly filled with infinite confidence!

As if he had already pegged Su Ming.

"Admit defeat now, and you might not lose your life," he said, his eyes full of mockery.

On his face, there was not the slightest tension of an impending life-and-death battle.

Su Ming felt that this person seemed to have some kind of rule-breaking trump card; otherwise, he wouldn't be so confident.

Or perhaps, the opponent discovered that the contestant wasn't Shen Yixi, but the unknown himself, so he was very arrogant.

Su Ming dug out his earwax and said calmly.

"Your taunt, the aggression is truly too weak."

"Let me teach you what pre-match taunting is," Su Ming said with a calm smile.

"Is it because you can never catch the hot stuff even when eating shit, that your parents named you Shi Liang (Shit-Cool)?"

Once these words were spoken, Shi Liang was choked so hard he couldn't say half a word, instantly dumbfounded.

Since he was a child, perhaps many people had said this about his name; this was the most painful way to insult him!

"You!" his face flushed red, his fists clenched tight.

"Forget it, the competition will tell!"

"I want that rotten mouth of yours to only be able to beg for mercy!" he said, his eyes full of killing intent.

At this moment, the surrounding spectators were all looking at the battlefield with excitement.

"In this first round, I've already seen several newcomers at the peak of the second turn; truly, talented people are emerging!"

"Hmph, what's the peak of the second turn? Look over there, the Dark Flow Guild actually has a newcomer at the early stage of the third turn this year!"

"Look at battlefield 13, the battle there is very eye-catching because it's a battle between the two veteran guilds, Profound Mirror and Black Slaughter."

"I heard these two guilds have had conflicts for many years; this time, it can be considered a battle of grudges!"

"It must be very exciting."

At this very moment, several high-ranking members of the Profound Mirror Guild in the audience were staring fixedly at Su Ming.

"President, the kid participating for Black Slaughter isn't Shen Yixi."

"It seems the assassin we sent, although he didn't kill Shen Yixi, successfully crippled him, making him unable to participate," a fifth-turn expert sneered coldly.

"This is a good thing; that kid named Moon-Slicing Swordsman is competing for Shen Yixi, he's unknown and not some powerhouse."

"He is definitely no match for our eight-star genius, Shi Liang," everyone analyzed confidently with smiles.

"Since that's the case, President, look, does that method... still need to be used?" a fifth-turn poison master with a hooked nose asked.

The President of Profound Mirror, Guo Xin, had a cold expression and was always serious.

His profession was Light Dark Guard, capable of using both light and dark attribute attack skills, which was very powerful.

"Wait and see," he said with a cold face.

"Since Black Slaughter sent him, then this person's strength should not be underestimated."

"Jiang Tianchi is very difficult to deal with; I don't believe he would send a weakling to give up on this competition!"

"Although that thing is despicable, as long as it's necessary, then use it!"

"As long as we can win and gain benefits, what does morality count for!" Guo Xin sneered.

At this moment, the surrounding spectators were also gazing intently at Shi Liang and Su Ming.

"That Moon-Slicing Swordsman, who is he?" the spectators asked, frowning slightly.

"This title is a bit cool; I wonder if his swordsmanship is as sharp as his title."

"Moon-Slicing Swordsman? I've never heard of such a person; among the newcomers this year, only 8 out of the top 100 use swords."

"I don't think he's one of them; otherwise, why be so secretive and use a title to show himself?"

"Shi Liang is the second-ranked genius in the entire Minjiang Province, his profession is Flame Blade Warrior; I think he has a higher chance of winning this battle!"

"It is said that in the newcomer dungeon, he already achieved a good score of level 13 and even participated in the kill of a World BOSS."

"Moreover, the Black Slaughter Guild only recruits a few students every year; I don't think the probability of picking out a genius is as good as the Profound Mirror Guild."

"This year, I bet 80,000 Advent Coins that the Profound Mirror Guild wins!" a burly merchant said, taking out money to gamble for fun.

"Heh, I bet 100,000 that the Profound Mirror Guild wins."

"I bet 500,000!"

Such a small amount of money was just pocket change to them, and it was just for fun.

When it came to the finals, they would bet tens of millions.

The Newcomer Battle Competition had always had this rule: you could bet on the outcome, which was a good opportunity for many people to earn extra money.

And the Advent Chamber of Commerce was the organizer of the gambling, and they would take a 10% commission.

It could be said that wherever there was money to be made, the shadow of the Advent Chamber of Commerce was never far behind.

Not only class-changers would bet, but ordinary people outside would sometimes bet hundreds or thousands, hoping to get rich overnight.

In the seats, a handsome young man sneered and said, "Tsk, you uncles, you really have no guts. This is basically guaranteed money, and you're only betting this much?"

"I bet 3 million Advent Coins that the Profound Mirror Guild wins!" he said with a confident smile.

The next instant, a virtual screen appeared in front of him, showing that his bet was successful.