1711 The Scores are Both Zero...

Qi Xuanxuan couldn't resist facepalming as she whispered to Qiao Mu, "Every time I watch Little Fatty fighting, I feel like, mhm, there's a ball flying back and forth."

Qiao Mu pressed her lips together as she watched the two people duking it out in the arena.

The little fatty naturally wasn't a match for this senior brother who had already broken through to the spiritual realm.

However, it was obvious that the other party hadn't put his all in yet because the little fatty was still able to ward off several blows.

Time ticked by.

The sun had reached high noon and hung high up above everybody's heads.

The scorching temperatures on the Lava Mountain Range did not only make the two people battling sweat profusely.

Even the spectators around them felt sweat beading on their foreheads, and their whole bodies were terribly hot.

Qiao Mu waved her petite hand, and she placed an ice sphere into a jade box gilded with gold.

She immediately felt her hands cool while holding it.

Qi Xuanxuan was surprised and quickly asked her with bright eyes, "An ice box?"

"You want?"

"Mhm-hm."

Qiao Mu casually made one for Qi Xuanxuan to hold.

The ice sphere she made before would evaporate in minutes when exposed directly to the air.

When she put the ice sphere into the jade box now, it would naturally keep cool for a certain amount of time.

These two nights, Qiao Mu had set at least one ice box in each corner of her small dirt house to lower the temperature. Otherwise, it would be too hot for her to sleep.

The sapling had already invited her many times to sleep back inside Paradise Planet.

But she thought that she couldn't be spoiled like that.

She had already made it through those days of water and food storage when she was filthy all over. Could she really not endure such a trivial matter as heat? Naturally, she was unwilling to go to Paradise Planet.

Besides, she had already promised her teammates that they would share joys and hardships together. She of course had to be loyal!

Qi Xuanxuan observed the arena while holding the ice box. "Sigh, it looks like today will be another draw."

Speaking of which, her and the little fatty's mystic realm abilities should be considered normal. It was Qiaoqiao's that evidently weren't too normal.

A level-15 mystic cultivator could defeat a level-two spiritual cultivator in a one-on-one. Additionally, it could be discerned that she had not put in her all yet.

This kind of combat ability simply didn't seem like something a normal mystic cultivator should have.

The four rounds of competition lasted from morning until dusk before finally ending.

Qiao Mu didn't feel anything, but the little fatty was so hungry that everybody heard the growling in his stomach.

The short mentor walked up and said while giving Qiao Mu and the other students a slick smile, "Students, you're all hungry huh."

The little fatty couldn't help but shudder.

"This mentor very regretfully informs you that the scores of both Group One and Two after these three days of competition are zero."

Does that frickin' expression of yours look regretful? That was simply one that was looking for a beating!

Qi Xuanxuan rained curses in her mind.

Of course, Qi Xuanxuan was certainly not the only one cursing right now. The fact was that everybody was both tired and hungry. Their bodies were incredibly weary, and they wanted to go back to their rooms to rest. Who was willing to stay here and continue listening to the short mentor prattle on aimlessly!

"This behavior of yours isn't good!" The short mentor shook his head and cracked a grin. "We spirit specialty mentors have come to a decision."

Everybody held their breaths for the bad news!

"We will take you out to a feast!"

"Ha?"