Chapter 405 - Don’t Be Afraid, I Don’t Have A Dragon (1)
“Uh! Don’t be angry. At this point, being angry won’t help!” Lan Ming comforted them. Alas! He didn’t expect things to turn out like this either. Old Zao’s five dragons scared everyone, and no one dared to take action anymore. This was likely something no one expected. Moreover, this time’s mystic competition was probably the most exciting but least suspenseful one in all the previous years.
“Alas!” Everyone couldn’t help sighing, and no one said anything.
Immediately afterward, Leng Qingtian, Feng Jing, and the first elder also went on stage. They also encountered the same situation, and their opponents even admitted defeat without saying anything to them.
“Xue’er, I think we can pack up and get ready to go back,” Leng Qingtian said with a black face, very displeased. He was full of anger now because his opponent immediately admitted defeat without even saying a word. Boohoo…
“Grandpa, Freak and I have yet to compete!” Leng Ruoxue reminded as two drops of cold sweat dripped down her forehead. Alas! Grandpa is also agitated!
“What compete? You’ll just take a leaf out of our book, go up, and then come back,” Leng Qingtian said.
“Uh!” Leng Ruoxue was speechless. Grandpa, can you not be so direct!
“Little Snowy, it’s your turn,” Lan Ming reminded.
“Okay, I’m going then.” Leng Ruoxue stood up, looked at everyone, and slowly walked onto the arena.
On the arena…
Leng Ruoxue looked at her opponent helplessly and pondered in her heart. Am I that scary? Such a strong man is actually so scared that his face is pale, his body is trembling, and he’s looking at me with a face full of fear as if I had done something heinous!
“Re-referee, I admit defeat,” the man hurriedly said as he stole a glance at Leng Ruoxue.
“Wait, I don’t have a dragon. What are you afraid of?” Leng Ruoxue asked, unwilling to give up.
“You… you have a dog. It’s even more terrifying than a dragon,” the man said in horror while looking at Icy, who was lying on Leng Ruoxue’s shoulder and pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed.
At this moment, seemingly hearing the man’s words, Icy’s little ears twitched, scaring the man away…
Leng Ruoxue looked at the man disappear at the speed of light and turned her head helplessly to the referee.
“Leng Ruoxue, victory!” the referee hurriedly shouted and then swiftly left the arena.
Leng Ruoxue walked off the arena and returned to her seat.
“Haha, Lass, you’re back,” Old Zao said with a smile, in a very good mood.
“Yes!” Leng Ruoxue nodded.
“Xue’er, it’s my turn!” Freak hugged Leng Ruoxue gently.
Leng Ruoxue looked at Freak, who had already walked onto the arena, and said to Leng Qingtian and the others, “Okay, Grandpa. We can go back.”
“Let’s go to the passageway and wait for Ye Chen!” Leng Qingtian stood up.
“Okay!” Everyone stood up and walked toward the passageway to the inner area as if there was no one else around.
When Leng Ruoxue and the others arrived, Freak happened to walk out. Without a doubt, his opponent had directly admitted defeat.
Everyone smiled at each other and returned to their residence together.
In the courtyard, everyone divided the work and busied themselves preparing a feast.
“Little Snowy, I’ve lived for more than thirty years, and this is the first time I’ve seen a mystic competition that can be won so easily. The previous competitions were very intense.” Lan Ming felt the unfriendly gazes of everyone, and the pressure multiplied, so he quickly corrected himself. “Uh! I’m not saying that this competition isn’t intense enough, but the suspense isn’t much.”
“Do you mean that this is all our fault?” Leng Ruoxue glanced at Lan Ming lightly.
“No, no. The others are too weak,” Lan Ming said ingratiatingly, his little heart thumping nervously.
“How many days until the competition ends?” Leng Ruoxue asked.
Lan Ming calculated the time and said, “Uh! Probably another half a month!”
“That long?” Leng Ruoxue frowned slightly.
“It’s always been like this,” Lan Ming explained.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door.
“President Lan, I am Elder Su.” An old voice sounded outside.
“Elder Su? What is he doing here?” Lan Ming was a little puzzled. Elder Su was President Wu’s trusted aide and usually ignored him when he saw him. Now, he actually took the initiative to look for him. Hmph! It must be nothing good.
“You’ll know when you let him in!” Leng Ruoxue said with a light smile.
“Okay, I’ll let him in now.” Lan Ming went to open the door.
“Haha! President Lan, you’re all here! This is great.” Elder Su stretched his neck out from outside the door and looked in, his face full of flattery.
“Yes! May I know why you’re here, Elder Su?” Lan Ming said with a spurious smile.
“President Lan, are you planning to let me stand outside?” Elder Su asked with a smile and didn’t answer Lan Ming’s question.
“Elder Su, please enter!” Lan Ming stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture.
“Haha! Congratulations, everyone,” Elder Su said immediately when he walked into the courtyard and saw Leng Ruoxue and the others.
“President Lan, why did you let a stranger in so casually?” Leng Ruoxue said with a stern face, a little displeased.
“Uh!” Elder Su was stunned. This… Did he hear it right? What did that ugly woman say?
“He is Elder Su of the headquarters,” Lan Ming said while suppressing his laughter.
“The headquarters is really too rude. Why did they send a loser[1]? We want Elder Ying[2].” Leng Ruoxue pretended to be stupid.
“…”
“Erm… My last name has a different character from ‘lose’.” Elder Su explained very patiently, but he was quite dissatisfied in his heart. Hmph! He wouldn’t have come if not for the president! He definitely wouldn’t be here to be angered by an Elementary Mystic. What a bumpkin from who knows where. So uncultured!
“They’re the same, no difference!” Leng Ruoxue said with a silly smile.
[1] ‘Su’ has the same sound as ‘lose’ in Chinese
[2] ‘Ying’ means ‘win’ in Chinese
