Supreme Emperor of Swords

“What happened? I don’t see Ding Hao!”

“Why hasn’t Senior Brother Ding come yet?”

“Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Ding Hao, where are you?”

Among the top seven, only Ding Hao did not show up, which caused some people’s attention and speculation. Those female disciples who could not wait to appreciate Ding Hao’s grace were anxiously shouted.

Zhang Fan, Wang Xiaoqi and other disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts were also anxiously looking for Ding Hao.

“I don’t know where Senior Brother Ding has gone. After I got up this morning, I have never seen him.” As the roommates of Ding Hao, Zhang Fan and Wang Xiaoqi were asked many times about Ding Hao’s whereabouts. They could only reply like that.

“Was this kid scared by Li Muyun’s words yesterday, so he doesn’t dare to participate in the competition?” the teacher-in-charge with a sharp tongue, Wang Juefeng touched his jaw, thoughtfully said to himself, “He is a coward!”

He once again annoyed others.

His words provoked countless Ding Hao’s supporters to glare at him. If the man with a sharp tongue was not wearing the suit of the third generation disciple, he would have been beaten by the teenagers.

“Please the top seven disciples to resting area and prepare for the draw lots.”

The voice of the referee spread out with his powerful Qi, obscuring the clamor of the arms drill district, and it sounded in everyone’s ear.

“What should we do? Why haven’t Senior Brother Ding come yet?”

“Do we have to abstain?”

The disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts were anxious.

Li Lan was also surprised and he thought, “Ding Hao is not a timid person. He will never have stage fright because of Li Muyun’s words. What is it that delays him?”

Between the words, the referee’s urging voice sounded for the third time.

Except for Ding Hao, the other six disciples have already come to the resting area that was specially set today, waiting for the lottery.

“Is Ding Hao, the king of popularity, going to abstain?”

…

On the viewing platform—

“I don’t expect Ding Hao is a coward. Does he not dare to come to fight?” Lu Qi, one of the hosts of the competition, could not conceal his exciting mood. He laughed and said, “So, the result of our gambling has already come. I’m afraid the 500 grams Taiyi Stardust of Junior Brother Cheng will be mine!”

“Junior Brother Lu, don’t count your chickens until they’ve hatched!” Cheng Fei sneered, but he was a little anxious. “What happened to Ding Hao? Why doesn’t he show up yet?”

“Huff! He still doesn’t show up until now. It’s clear that he was disdaining the competition of the five academies!” Yin Yifei coldly snorted and knocked on the table, saying, “I propose to disqualify Ding Hao. His position is replaced by Lyu Kuang from the Southern Academy of purple shirts.”

Lu Qi laughed and said, “Okay, I agree.”

The three were the chiefs of the competition between the five academies. As long as two of them agreed, even if Cheng Fei, who supported Ding Hao, opposed, It did not help the situation.

Once Ding Hao’s qualifications were deprived, it meant that the result of the gambling between the three people had come. The 500 grams of Taiyi Stardust would be theirs.

Cheng Fei had not spoken yet. Leng Yixuan, the other important man, whose eyes had been closed before, opened his eyes and shook his head, saying, “No, wait.”

Yin Yifei and Lu Qi’s faces suddenly changed.

Though all of them were core disciples, Leng Yixuan’s status was much higher than theirs, so his words were more important.

Yin Yifei said unreconciled, “Senior Brother Leng, you’re not one of the chiefs of the competition, I’m afraid you have no right to give orders.”

Lu Qi’s eyes lit up.

That was right!

Leng Yixuan was a high-ranking disciple in the core generation of the third generation disciples. He was a man of his word. They should have contradicted him. However, Leng Yixuan was not one of the chiefs, so his orders were not justifiable because he had no right to speak.

“I’ve told you. No!” Leng Yixuan simply ignored Yin Yifei’s words, closed his eyes again, and his tone was indifferent, but he was extremely overbearing and threatened. “If you don’t accept, you two can have a try.”

“You…” Yin Yifei and Lu Qi almost blew up.

He was really savage and absurd!

Just then—

“Haha, you don’t have to debate. The problem has been solved.”

Cheng Fei said with a smile and his eyes were bright.

Because he had seen that among the crowds in the distance, Ding Hao hurriedly rushed. He was dirty as if he had just climbed out of the rubbish.

“Huff!” Yin Yifei snorted as he saw Ding Hao and did not say anything.

Cheng Fei sneered in his heart. “Your huff can’t change the fact!”

“Fortunately, Ding Hao was here today, if he was really disqualified, Senior Brother Leng might forgive you, but the old monster, Qi Qingshan, who thought highly of Ding Hao, would peel off your skin!”

…

“Senior Brother Ding is coming!”

Someone in the crowd screamed with excitement. The entire arms drill District was like a slightly hot oil pan being sprinkled with a handful of salt, which suddenly boiled up.

Zhang Fan, Fang Tianyi, and Wang Xiaoqi and other disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts were all excited to the point where they almost burst into tears.

They did not have time to ask what had happened to him. The crowd immediately separated for Ding Hao to reach the resting sea as quickly as possible.

“Ah, even Senior Brother Ding is covered in dust, he still looks so handsome!”

In the crowd, a female disciple’s eyes had almost become heart-shaped.

After the referee confirmed that dirty man was really Ding Hao, the bell rang and they immediately began to draw lots.

In the eyes of the public, the match results were unveiled and they were listed on the stone tablet.

Li Lan from the Eastern Academy of green shirts VS Liang Feixue from the Central Academy of white shirts!

Li Muyun from the Central Academy of white shirts VS Feng Xingjun from the Central Academy of white shirts!

Ding Hao from the Eastern Academy of green shirts VS Lin Xin from the Northern Academy of yellow shirts!

Ren Xiaoyao from the Northern Academy of yellow shirts… had a bye!

Seeing the food aficionado’s name once again appeared in the drawing lot of no-opponent, almost everyone went crazy, even Ren Xiaoyao himself was extremely surprised.

Had no opponent?

Him again?

How?

Was the fatty man really the son of the fate, the super lucky man which was even envied by heaven?

Did that make any sense?

He had had no opponents for three times! When someone else was fighting hard, he could easily enter the semifinals, eating his chicken legs!

God, we needed a lightning bolt to kill this bastard!

The gaze of everyone looked at the fat man was just like they were watching Tang Monk (“Journey to the West”), thinking about whether they could be so lucky like him if they could take a bit of his meat?

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