The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 199 - 134: The Hidden Fourth Rookie King Candidate (6000 words)_1

The sky was still not bright, but as always, the streets were teeming and the North Campus District of the Canghai Pavilion was alive again.

When Ying Yang, Meng Lina, Renwo Kuang, Li Jingming, and the others all showed up on the competition ground, the Rookie King Top 36 Competition kicked off at the break of dawn as scheduled.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

Thirty-six cannon shots roared into the sky.

Guided by mentors, Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits continuously shot out skills such as fireballs, water guns, and wind blades. The sky had just turned white, and it was completely dyed with a kaleidoscope of color.

"Please welcome the players of Groups 1 to 6 on stage!"

Under the dazzling shadows, Hu Taotao floated in mid-air, announcing the official start of the competition.

The first round was to narrow down from 36 to 18 participants.

Though the battlefield was spacious enough to accommodate 36 combatants at once.

But considering each match would be more exciting than yesterday’s knockout, for the spectators to have a better experience, the 18 teams will be split into three smaller rounds.

Then, catching Ye Hanjun’s eye was Renwo Kuang, striding onto the battlefield with a condescending look. No one in his age group dared to meet his eyes, as they struggled to diffuse his overwhelming aura of dominance.

"Gulp..."

The player on the opposite side of Renwo Kuang felt as if a small drum was rapidly beating in his heart.

His Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit was one of the only four Clay Body Great Completions amidst the Top 36.

Though he had some decent strength, most of it was luck. He hadn’t encountered any particularly restraining or powerful opponents so far.

And now... He was up against Renwo Kuang?

The cold sweat dripped down his cheek.

Despite rubbing his palms and taking deep breaths, he couldn’t restrain the fear that had sprung up in his subconscious.

"What a bunch of cowards, all scared by just one guy!"

At a diagonal from Renwo Kuang, in another combat zone, a thin, flamboyantly dressed man stood with his arms crossed, and spit a slob of phlegm on the ground while remarking.

It was Poisonous Tongue, Ying Yang!

He was also among the first 12 people in the first round!

In the audience, the students who were holding their breath couldn’t help but break the tense silence.

Many looked at Renwo Kuang, instinctively feeling heart palpitations.

Looking at Ying Yang, they glared angrily at him with unified resentment.

But...

Before the heckling could start, the atmosphere in the venue froze again!

Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise, looking at the participant standing across from Ying Yang. A slender figure, warm and pleasant face, clear eyes... It was Li Jingming, who had shone brightly yesterday and already gained many new fans!

"A rank E Bug Catcher against a rank D Poisonous Tongue???"

"Damn, Li is in danger!!"

"Top 36 to 18, such a thrilling duel right at the start?"

"What are we going to do? I don’t want to see Li, handsome as he is, losing his mind because of those verbal attacks..."

"Yeah, anyone can win, but not Ying Yang. If only Renwo Kuang had been matched with Ying Yang, I would love to see who is better between a ruffian and a talker..."

Ye Hanjun frowned slightly, then eased up.

Li Jingming’s luck wasn’t very good after all, coming up against one of the strongest three right at the start.

However, facing Ying Yang is still better than facing Meng Lina and Renwo Kuang.

Meng Lina herself is a psychic expert, while Renwo Kuang is immune to tricks, preferring brute force to miracles.

Ying Yang, on the other hand, is a venomous talker.

But the ghost-faced moth has the advantage of flying, and can, to a certain extent, overcome spore poison powder with a wild wind.

He won’t necessarily lose this match.

But catching the chance to win is undoubtedly more difficult than Wang Xinfei facing Xu Xiaozhu.

"Go, Li!"

"Li must win! He can’t lose to Ying Yang! Go, go!!"

The noisy crowd soon turned into a harmonized cheer.

Ying Yang was just too unpopular. Even the students who were initially impartial towards Li Jingming were now hoping that he could endure, not wishing at all to see Ying Yang’s victorious face.

"Start the match!"

"Wooosh!!"

All of a sudden, the battlefield erupted, and intense battles broke out at the six fighting areas simultaneously.

Among them, Renwo Kuang was the most aggressive. He summoned a muscle zombie, which rushed forward and swung a punch... the battle was over.

The entire process took barely twenty seconds.

Many glanced at him, already somewhat becoming accustomed to his quick victories.

The tense and expectant eyes continued to lean on Li Jingming, extremely eager to see his performance.

"Whoosh--"

Li Jingming summoned the ghost-faced moth and simultaneously created two tiny Insect-wires to plug his ears, escaping silently into the woods without a word.

"Hey, don’t run, sweetheart! Let me look at that tender skin of yours a bit longer!"

Ying Yang’s voice, as coarse as a drake’s, was extremely rough.

But Li Jingming, who covered his ears, had already disappeared into the shadows, entirely ignoring Ying Yang’s shouting.

"Ssshhhhhh--"

The ghost-faced moth flapped its wings, quickly gaining altitude.

It didn’t use any skills like the Scare Powder.

This type of poison powder, which corrodes flesh and attacks the mind, would likely not have even a tenth of its effect on either the Poisonous Tongue or the Mushroom Frog, so there was no need to try at all.

The ghost-faced moth did something strange: its wings suddenly folded together and when they spread again, a crescent-shaped translucent blade, like a hidden weapon thrown out, spiraled towards Ying Yang’s body.