Chapter 1151: Ancient Academy Chronicles: Funny Stories, Again and Again 38

The second bell rang.

Ling Xiuyu stood up, holding a jade fan, his blue clothes warm and moist.

"Don't get hurt." Xie Beiyao also stood up, lightly stroking his back hair as they embraced, "Come on."

"Hmm." Ling Xiuyu's lips curved, his smile restrained as he turned, leaping onto the arena.

When the match began, Ling Xiuyu did not use the jade fan beforehand, tightening his sleeves and fighting with his technique.

Feng Yi had been holding his breath; seeing Ling Xiuyu unarmed, he relaxed his guard considerably, wielding his big blade fiercely, forcing Ling Xiuyu to retreat repeatedly.

But Feng Yi did not notice that, although Ling Xiuyu was retreating to dodge, he handled things with ease, each step having a follow-up move.

The stimulation from Feng Jia's death just now was too great; Feng Yi, gritting his determination, rushed to win this match, hastily raising his blade to strike.

Seeing that Feng Yi was completely unprepared, Ling Xiuyu's eyes flickered; the jade fan landed in his palm and flew out like a ghostly shadow. By the time Feng Yi reacted, the distance between them had opened, just right for Ling Xiuyu to attack.

"Trivial tricks!"

Feng Yi shouted angrily, raising his blade again to chop, cleanly cutting the flying jade fan in half. Ling Xiuyu curled his lip, "Behind."

"What... uh!"

Only then did Feng Yi realize that what he had cut off was merely a broken fan; as he turned, the jade blade stabbed into his back, but he reacted in time to dodge, thus avoiding the same fate as Feng Jia.

Ling Xiuyu took advantage of his injury, catching the returning jade fan, leaping agilely, and kicked the blood-covered Feng Yi off the arena with one foot.

"The true-and-false double-sided fan is indeed useful." He murmured softly, extremely satisfied with the magic treasure given by Jin Chen.

Only the Divine Pavilion could craft such a precise magic treasure.

"Heavenly Mystery Country wins! Total two points!" the military officer announced loudly.

The crowd below cheered loudly, having come to recognize Heavenly Mystery Country's strength.

Jin Chen embraced Xie Yuancheng in his arms, observing the expressions of Feng Zian and the North Wind Country's competitors opposite.

"What are you thinking?" Xie Yuancheng asked, looking up.

"I'm thinking... Feng Zian has lost two matches in a row; he's likely to go mad."

Jin Chen lightly pinched his cheek, "We should relax their guard again."

"Jiang Yao."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yao, warming up for the next match, turned her head upon hearing him.

Jin Chen sat up slightly, "In the next match, you must lose."

Jiang Yao: "Why?"

The other companions also gave looks of not quite understanding.

Jin Chen: "The Divine Pavilion's intelligence report says that among the ten participants this time, three are assassins raised by Feng Zian, vicious and sinister like mad dogs."

"Even if he's doing this for North Wind Country's face after losing two matches in a row, he'll forcibly swap in the assassins; our priority is to stay alive."

Jiang Yao gasped, covering her mouth, "Alright, if I encounter an assassin, I'll arrange to fall off the arena myself."

The third bell rang.

Ye Susu and Si Ning patted her head, "Staying alive is important, don't overreach, princess."

Jiang Yao made a funny face at them.

All of North Wind Country's participants were burly men; although it wasn't noticeable during the earlier fight, now standing opposite a little girl, it somehow felt somewhat incongruous.

The audience below murmured, suspecting that Heavenly Mystery Country wanted to win again, which seemed unlikely.

Feng Bing was even more blatant in his humiliation.

"Does Heavenly Mystery Country have no men left? They actually picked a few girls to compete in such an important match! Hahahaha!"

He laughed nastily, completely undisguised in his contempt for Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao rolled her eyes, never having lost in verbal sparring.

"Hahaha, you old bastard! Looking down on girls like that, did you crawl out of a rock crevice? You idiot!"

Feng Bing's smile vanished; hearing the mocking shouts from below, he burned with rage, and as soon as the match began he raised his wolf-tooth club to strike hard, determined to give this ignorant wench a lesson.

He spoke lewdly while fighting, also uttering insults toward Jiang Yao; his gaze made people uncomfortable.

Jiang Yao, angry, furrowed her brows and shouted, her long whip lashing out like a swimming dragon, with unstoppable force.

Feng Bing's strength surpassed the previous two, being faster and stronger; Jiang Yao couldn't immediately tell if he was an assassin, her movements somewhat restrained, causing her to suffer losses in several exchanges.

Feng Bing's humiliation continued, even specifically targeting Jiang Yao's chest; his gaze was lewd and provocative.

"If I may say, you girls have many weaknesses; you can't even keep up with defense."

He laughed loudly, showing no respect for his opponent.

Not only was Jiang Yao angry, but the companions below were also furious.

Jin Chen frowned deeply, his icy gaze sweeping toward Feng Zian's side; he keenly noticed that the three people sitting closest to him were not laughing along, no matter what happened on the arena, their expressions remained blank.

They are the assassins, and so far none have entered the match.

Having reached a conclusion, Jin Chen shouted toward the stage, "Jiang Yao! Don't hold back, kill him!"

Jiang Yao heard the voice, her eyes instantly changing; she leapt up from the edge of the arena with agile lightness, her right hand swinging the long whip again.

"Hmph, useless!"

Feng Bing snorted, repeating his old tactic of using the wolf-tooth club to block the long whip, but this time it was different: the long whip tightly coiled around the wolf-tooth club, preventing him from turning; after being restrained for a few seconds, Feng Bing broke free violently.

Jiang Yao took advantage of his somewhat disheveled appearance, flicking out a transparent thin thread with her left hand, which, aided by the long whip's motion, coiled around Feng Bing; without force it was hardly noticeable.

Just then, Jiang Yao leapt down, her right hand wearing a finger sleeve grabbing the thread from the other side and pulling hard backward.

"Ah!"

Feng Bing was pulled backward by a mysterious force, his neck immobilized, his whole body crashing to the ground; Jiang Yao's fingers flicked, moving four taels to deflect a thousand catties, and she rapidly retreated.

Amid the sudden exclamations from the audience below, Feng Bing's head and neck severed, blood spraying, rolling off the arena.

The pinkish smoke-colored dress was stained with blood; Jiang Yao touched her hairpin, her smile charmingly bewitching like an Asura.

She looked toward the side of the stage where Feng Zian was, coldly sneering and mocking, "This is the result of you not respecting the lady."

Feng Zian, in anger, kicked over the table and chairs, and burst out cursing.