Chapter 602
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“The show is about to begin!” Qing Shiyu said with a smile. “Ye Wushuang, are you really not worried about your sister?”
“Not worried at all,” Ye Wushuang replied, watching the little girl in the arena. “Over these past few months, even with my protection, she has still faced委屈. So…”
“In the end, in this world of martial artists, life and death are in one’s own hands. If she can’t grow strong and protect herself, I… can’t protect her for her entire life!”
“This school assessment is the first real trial she should endure!”
If Ye Feifei were to live her entire life under his protection, carefree and without worries, she would surely amount to nothing. Ye Wushuang wanted his sister to live a happy life, but he also understood how cruel this world could be. When he had left the Ye Clan years ago, it had been prosperous and powerful. Yet, after five hundred years, the Ye Clan had fallen into decline. Only by becoming strong oneself could one truly protect what was precious.
In the martial arena, one hundred and twenty-eight disciples lined up and began to draw lots. Soon, they moved to the sides of the pre-constructed arenas according to the mentors’ instructions.
“The first round, one hundred and twenty-eight disciples will compete. The winners will advance to the next round!” a mentor announced.
In the arena, Ye Feifei had a number pinned to her left shoulder—Number Two. The mentors had assigned numbers and used a lottery system to determine the arenas for the matches. Each disciple simply needed to step onto their assigned arena.
“Number Two, Ye Feifei, to Arena Seven,” the mentor called out.
Ye Feifei walked step by step to Arena Seven. There, a young boy was already waiting.
“It’s you!” the boy’s face turned uneasy as he saw Ye Feifei step onto the arena. She was the infamous “Little Demoness” of the school.
“Duan Lang!” Ye Feifei clenched her fists and said, “Come on!”
Duan Lang glanced at Ye Feifei, recalling how she had beaten him up not long ago. His face turned red as he said, “I… I forfeit.”
Ye Feifei was taken aback. “You haven’t even fought me yet. Why are you forfeiting? Haven’t you improved at all recently?”
Duan Lang’s expression was odd as he replied, “I… Can’t I just forfeit? The mentor didn’t say we can’t forfeit without fighting!”
The young man standing by the arena smiled and said, “Duan Lang forfeits. Ye Feifei wins this match!”
Ye Feifei looked disappointed. She had been training hard and wanted to show her skills in front of her brother, but her opponent forfeited in the first round.
In the viewing area, Qing Shiyu looked at Ye Wushuang and laughed, “See, the title of ‘Little Demoness’ really works!”
Ye Wushuang could only give a wry smile.
The first round of matches continued. Ye Wushuang watched as the young boys and girls stepped onto the arenas, each displaying their abilities and fighting their opponents with all their might.
“Who is that one?” Ye Wushuang asked, looking at a young boy in a green robe on one of the arenas.
“Him?” Qing Shiyu replied, “Shang Han.”
“This kid is the younger brother of Shang Gufeng, just as fierce as his brother, and currently the top student in Qingyun School.”
“He’s not even eleven years old yet, but he’s already at the third level of physical training.”
Qing Shiyu paused and then continued, “I heard a rumor that Shang Han is personally trained by his brother, Shang Gufeng. As soon as Shang Han reached the first level of physical training, Shang Gufeng took him to the Qingtian Mountains. They happened to encounter a team of mercenaries. Shang Gufeng captured them all and made Shang Han kill those people with his own hands.”
Xu Qi Yuan, who was listening, couldn’t help but exclaim, “That’s ruthless!”
“It gets worse…” Qing Shiyu went on. “The Shang Clan’s higher-ups are very focused on this kid. They’re trying to cultivate another Shang Gufeng.”
“So, it’s said that once Shang Han reached the second level of physical training, the Shang Clan arranged for several young boys to fight him. If they lost… Shang Han would kill them.”
“This kid, so young, already has dozens of lives on his hands…”
As Qing Shiyu spoke, Shang Han on the arena clenched his fist and launched a powerful punch at his opponent…
