Chapter 16: Wheel Void!

The second day.

After two days of the competition, now there are only a little over sixty contestants left.

At this speed, roughly three days.

The entire competition will then be completely over.

After all, as the number of contestants decreases, the number of matches each day increases.

"Number 3!"

Looking at the number in their hand, Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at Lian Ni Chang standing before them.

Lian Ni Chang smiled lightly, "Today we can watch you compete first!"

At that point, Lian Ni Chang pulled out their own number.

"Number 8!"

"Whatever!"

Lin Mo glanced at Lian Ni Chang and then headed toward the arena.

Number 3, which means today's third match is theirs.

"Come out!"

Seeing that their opponent hadn't appeared yet, Lin Mo flicked their wrist, and a Spirit Ball settled steadily on the ground.

The light‑brown Da Zhen Feng flapped its wings and landed beside them.

The sharp steel needle gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.

"Your Da Zhen Feng! Impressive!"

At that moment, a short‑haired boy walked over to the opposite side.

He held a Spirit Ball in his hand and said, "I watched yesterday's match!"

"Pat—" a Spirit Ball landed steadily on the ground.

Accompanied by a flash of red light.

A Little Spirit had already stopped in front of him.

A light‑brown Little Spirit appeared before the short‑haired youth.

"Ding‑dong! Little Spirit Da Jia detected twenty meters ahead!"

Little Spirit Da Jia (Insect Type)

Level: Level 14 (Novice Rank)

Trait: Monster Force Pincers

Skills: Clamp, Gather Qi, Bind Tight, Harden, Insect Bite

Potential: Elite Level

"Level 14 Little Spirit Da Jia?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, murmuring softly, "Its strength isn't weak!"

Although both are Insect-type Little Spirits, their statuses differ vastly.

Even Little Spirit Da Jia, when compared with those few top‑tier beasts, can still gain some advantage.

"The match begins!"

Seeing both Little Spirits released, the teacher waved a hand, signaling the official start of the match.

Lin Mo gently patted Da Zhen Feng's body and said, "Go!"

Da Zhen Feng's form flickered, turning into a phantom that vanished instantly from its spot.

When Da Zhen Feng reappeared, it was already in front of Little Spirit Da Jia.

The sharp steel needle instantly pierced Little Spirit Da Jia's chest.

"Kachak!" a Blood Hole instantly appeared on Little Spirit Da Jia's chest.

Bright red blood continuously streamed from its chest.

"Bind Tight!"

The village‑head boy remained very calm, not panicking despite Little Spirit Da Jia's injury.

Little Spirit Da Jia directly opened its arms and lunged toward Da Zhen Feng.

Given Da Zhen Feng's slim waist, a bound hit would—

For Da Zhen Feng, that would be a devastating blow.

"Dodge!"

As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, Da Zhen Feng's wings fluttered nearby, and it instantly dodged away.

"Poison Needle!"

Lin Mo glanced at the bleeding wound on Little Spirit Da Jia's chest and chose to press the attack.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Accompanied by a series of sharp whooshing sounds, deep‑purple Poison Needles

pierced one by one into the wound on Little Spirit Da Jia's chest.

In an instant, the previously flowing bright blood gradually turned a pale purple.

"Not good!"

The short‑haired boy widened his eyes and shouted.

Although the chest wound still leaves Little Spirit Da Jia with combat ability, if it's poisoned—

Whether Little Spirit Da Jia can continue fighting becomes uncertain.

"Alas!"

The short‑haired man hesitated for a moment, then sighed, looked at the distant Da Zhen Feng, and said, "I concede!"

In the end, the boy still prioritized Da Jia's safety and gave up the upcoming match.

The teacher beside them raised his right hand and declared, "Da Zhen Feng wins!"

Hearing the voice beside his ear, Lin Mo's lips curled slightly as he slowly walked to the edge of the stands.

"My name is Qian Sanyi!"

The short‑haired man stared deeply at Lin Mo and said, "Next match, I will definitely defeat you!"

"Hmm!"

Lin Mo gave Qian Sanyi a deep look and walked away slowly.

"How is your Da Zhen Feng so powerful?"

At that moment, Lian Ni Chang stepped forward, her eyes fixed tightly on Lin Mo.

As if trying to see right through Lin Mo.

Lin Mo glanced at Lian Ni Chang, gave a faint smile, and said, "It's mainly because the Da Zhen Feng worked hard."

"Tch!"

Lian Ni Chang naturally understood Lin Mo's meaning—he simply didn't want to discuss with her.

As for Lian Ni Chang's match, Lin Mo chose not to watch.

Knowing the strength of its Strong Chicken was enough; there was no need to stare at every one of its matches.

Time passed—just over two hours.

Over thirty matches had ended, leaving thirty‑five people remaining.

"Continue drawing lots!"

The Teaching Director glanced at his watch and shouted toward the thirty‑something students below.

"Number 18?"

Looking at the tag in his hand, Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised that it turned out to be the last match of the second round.

"Number 18 gets a bye!"

The Teaching Director beside him, seeing the number Lin Mo drew, said directly, "You can go to the cafeteria to eat now."

"???"

The thirty‑four students present widened their eyes, staring only at Lin Mo.

Never expected that one could still get a bye.

It was actually unavoidable.

Three people.

There were exactly seventeen matches, and the extra person was hard to deal with.

The best solution was to handle it with a bye.

"Well then, fine, I'm going to eat!"

Lin Mo's lips curved into a smile as he waved to the few students behind him, who were standing under the scorching sun at the arena.

He turned and left.

Inside the cafeteria.

"Who do you think will take first place this year?"

"If you ask me, it's definitely Lian Ni Chang. Look how powerful her Strong Chicken is!"

"I think it's the Da Zhen Feng trainer. Usually silent, yet so formidable!"

Upon entering the cafeteria, the murmuring whispers of the students could be heard.

Compared to the previous life where students talked about celebrities and sports, here only Little Spirits draw everyone's attention.

"Hmph! You also lost!"

At that moment, a girl stepped in front of Lin Mo, glanced at him, and pursed her lips: "I knew you were lucky—beating me, but you can't beat anyone else?"

"Oh!"

Lin Mo nodded, turned, and walked toward the food window.

Lin Mo didn't even know the girl's name, so there was no need for further chatter.

Shi Yun, who had been feeling smug, stared at the departing Lin Mo and was momentarily stunned.

It was like clenching a fist and striking with full force, only to hit a sandbag.

This sense of powerlessness made Hong Tiao feel extremely nauseated.

"Shi Yun, what are you doing standing here?"

Qian Sanyi had just finished treating his Little Spirit in the infirmary when he saw Shi Yun standing at the cafeteria entrance.

"Nothing!"

Shi Yun waved weakly, but his gaze inevitably turned to Qian Sanyi: "Could it be that you also lost?"

"Hey!"

Qian Sanyi sighed lightly: "I ran into a kid who commands a Da Zhen Feng so skillfully that a random strike or a Poison Needle could finish me!"