1744 Qiao Mu vs. Third Fang
F*ck, were you supposed to use spiritual weapons like this?
Zhou Danjin couldn't resist exclaiming, "Isn't this a trap!"
"Isn't that so." One of the mentors with a square face also chimed in, "If this little lady fends off her opponents by detonating spiritual weapons in every match, she really will last until the end as the final arena king."
The other two mentors looked at each other in bewilderment. "No way right?"
If she detonated spiritual weapons every match, how many spiritual weapons would it take for her to defend the title of arena king until the end?
Besides, if the little fellow detonated spiritual weapons every single time, could you be sure that the defensive barrier on the second-level stage would hold out until the end?
It was not too impossible just thinking about it!
Zhou Danjin commented with a frown, "In that case, there's nothing much to say. Her performance will be considered valid this time!"
Filthy rich students really were different. They had already laid out so many restrictions, yet they were caught off guard by this underhanded move.
"Considered?"
Qiao Mu was naturally unaware of the mentors' private discussion.
But if she was to know that Mentor Zhou Danjin "considered" her performance valid, she would certainly give a scoff.
She'd have Qi Xuanxuan show the mentors their letter and point it out to them word by word. The mentors were the ones who had written that they could not use divine weapons but could use spiritual weapons.
How could you restrict her use of this spiritual weapon?
They had no say over whether she used it to chop melons or hack people, or simply wanted to detonate it!
Qiao Mu patted the arena king sign hanging at her waist. Fifteen minutes later, she turned to the staff members in front of the stone crystal display and asked impatiently, "Is anyone else issuing a challenge?"
She was getting bored just standing there. No one else had come to the stage to challenge her.
Was it because she was a good-natured person?
Manager Tang twitched his mouth, but he hurriedly placated the little fellow's cranky mood. "It is probably because you are too formidable. You should give time for everybody to recollect themselves."
He cleared his throat and announced, "If no one else challenges Miss Qiao in an hour, today's arena king will be Miss Qiao."
As soon as he spoke, a ruckus emerged among the audience. Some people were unconvinced and questioned this ruling.
However, it was no use no matter how much of a fuss they made. Rules were rules. If no one dared to come challenge Qiao Mu in the next hour, Qiao Mu would directly become that day's arena king.
Several unconvinced youths were chomping at the bit, but they made eye gestures for other people to go first.
Yet they just dawdled time away, with not one of them having the guts to make the attempt.
Everybody felt their teeth ache just watching the little stoic leisurely ambling about the second-level stage!
Why did they feel like they had gotten screwed?
"Allow me!!" Suddenly, a white-clothed young sir with a seemingly elegant bearing drifted up to the second-level stage like a spotlessly white cloud.
When he landed, this young sir's white clothes fluttered with his sleeves billowing as he descended from the air. It was a visual feast.
Qiao Mu was expressionless.
On the contrary, the people down below were applauding thunderously.
"Excellent!"
"Awesome!!"
"This is that genius third young sir of the Fang Clan right!"
"I didn't expect Third Young Sir Fang to also compete in this time's tournament."
"Oh my gosh, if I had known that Third Young Sir had come to compete, I would have bet on him."
"It's absurd. Isn't that Third Young Sir Fang from an illustrious patrician family? Why did he come to compete in the underground battle arena tournament?"
