Chapter 779: Leng Yuexi Steps onto the Arena! Leng Cang

"Shu er goes first, Xiao Xi goes second; you have one minute to prepare."

In midair, Leng Cang swept his hand.

Boom boom boom~~~

The ground trembled as a city spanning twenty square kilometers suddenly rose from this black space.

Neon lights, towering skyscrapers, wide streets—except for the absence of citizens, it was identical to a real city.

And this, too, would be the arena for the upcoming match.

An eighth-rank Grand Master's destructive power is too immense; a few-hundred-meter arena cannot contain it.

Only such a simulated city can unleash the full strength of an eighth-rank Grand Master.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

In midair at the front of the city, three floating islands materialized: one large, two small.

Leng Cang and the spectators sat on the central floating island; the left and right floating islands were occupied by the teams of Leng Yuexi and Leng Shu respectively.

"Sister! Amazing!"

As soon as Leng Yuexi returned, Leng Yuechan embraced her tightly.

"Don't get too excited—this is only the beginning."

Leng Yuexi shook her head.

Though she spoke thus, her crimson lips could not help but curl slightly upward.

"Hmph! It's only first move—doesn't affect us at all."

On another floating island, Leng Shu glanced toward Leng Yuexi's side.

He then turned his gaze away and spoke to the slightly short middle-aged man among them:

"Master Qiu, you go first in Round One."

Qiu Ran, eighth-rank Lower Grand Master, was the strongest among their group of eighth-rank Lower Grand Masters.

Since they had first move and thus the disadvantage, sending a strong eighth-rank Middle Grand Master would risk being directly eliminated by Leng Yuexi's eighth-rank Lower Grand Master.

Sending too weak an eighth-rank Lower Grand Master might not guarantee victory.

Sending Qiu Ran was the best choice.

"Alright."

Qiu Ran had no objections and stepped forward from the group.

"Round One: Young Master's side selects Qiu Ran to compete!"

"Young Lady's side, choose your first competitor."

At the front of the central island, a seventh-rank Peak commentator had been stationed as referee.

"Qiu Ran?"

Leng Yuexi frowned.

Faint purple flames flickered along her skin; the crimson Chi Lian Sword circled her slender form:

"I'll take the first match."

The safest way to win Round One was to send Zhao Dehan or Xu Jingming, both eighth-rank Middle Grand Masters.

But if those two competed, there would still be one eighth-rank Upper Grand Master and two eighth-rank Middle Grand Masters left.

No one would be left to counter them—eventually, they'd lose.

So she had to compete in Round One—and she had to win.

Otherwise, their chances of winning later would be extremely low.

"Alright." Xu Jingming clearly understood this and nodded slightly.

Leng Yuexi stepped forward with her long legs encased in tight battle gear, arriving at the front of the floating island.

"Oh? Young Lady herself is competing? This first match will surely be spectacular."

The referee's voice carried a hint of surprise.

"Hmm, Xiao Xi's decision is quite good."

At the front row of the central island, Leng Cang nodded slightly.

At that moment, a figure suddenly teleported onto the seat beside him.

It was a man, clad in a black uniform, with a long scar across his face.

He radiated an aura of iron-blooded toughness.

"You came? I thought you wouldn't show up."

Leng Cang sipped his tea slowly.

This man was Wang Tai; when he was still low-ranked, they had been in the same adventurer squad.

They had crossed the wilderness, fought on the frontlines, and survived countless life-and-death battles.

He had even helped found the original Fox Spirit Guild—but later, Wang Tai joined the Great Xia Military and left him behind.

Yet Wang Tai's own path had not been inferior: he commanded a military legion and had reached eighth-rank Peak himself.

Though his legion was not as famous as the Black Dragon Legion, it was equally formidable.

"I've applied for an SSS-grade ninth-rank healing pill for you."

"Based on my battlefield merits, this time it shouldn't be a problem."

Wang Tai spoke gravely.

"Don't bother—I know how slow the Great Xia Military is."

"By the time that ninth-rank pill arrives, I'll already be six feet under."

Leng Cang rolled his eyes.

"I can't help it—ninth-rank healing pills are vital even to ninth-rank cultivators. I can't just take one directly; I need to go through countless procedures."

Wang Tai shook his head, then glanced at the two islands on either side:

"These are your two candidate heirs? Leng Yuexi and Leng Shu?"

"How are they? Not bad, right?" Leng Cang grinned.

"Leng Shu is a fifty-year-old eighth-rank Middle Grand Master—his talent is merely average, nothing exceptional."

Wang Tai mused, "But your daughter Leng Yuexi has astonishing talent."

"At thirty-two, she's already broken into seventh-rank Middle, and she possesses an S-class elemental fire ability."

"Hahaha, I think the same."

Leng Cang laughed heartily. "Shu er's ceiling is probably here—he's lucky if he breaks into eighth-rank Upper."

But Xiao Xi is different: eighth-rank Grand Master is guaranteed; she might even challenge ninth-rank Martial Saint!"

As he spoke, a fiery gleam lit his eyes.

After his death,

if Leng Shu inherited, the Fox Spirit Guild would likely remain stagnant.

But if Leng Yuexi inherited, the guild could rise to an entirely new level!

"Then why don't you just name your daughter Leng Yuexi as heir outright? Why hold a competition?"

Wang Tai asked, puzzled.

"It's not that simple."

Leng Cang shook his head. "Shu er has been eighth-rank Middle for four or five years already."

He's gathered many senior elders—suddenly naming Xiao Xi as heir would surely anger him."

It might even split the Fox Spirit Guild."

This competition gives both sides a fair chance to compete."

Who wins or loses? Let them decide."

Of course, he had not left his beloved Xiao Xi without advantage.

The two light orbs earlier—no matter which one Leng Yuexi chose—would emit the white glow of second move.

"True. Leng Shu's faction is strong—it's hard to handle." Wang Tai nodded.

He knew his old friend well.

The Fox Spirit Guild was his life's work—he could not bear to see it destroyed after his death.

"Hey, that's Xu Jingming, isn't it? Why is he here?"

At that moment, Wang Tai noticed Xu Jingming on the left island and exclaimed in surprise.

As a high-ranking military official, he was, of course, well aware of this meteoric figure of Great Xia.

"My daughter called him."

Leng Cang said with quiet pride. "He'll be competing too."

Xu Jingming—the number one prodigy of Blue Star—countless factions sought to curry favor with him.

Yet his own daughter had summoned him here—he was immensely proud.

"I see."

Wang Tai nodded, then smiled. "Come to think of it, I might have a chance to collaborate with him later."