That’s the drawback of random number draws. She might face her in the next round or draw her late. Otherwise, she could have taken her third brother for treatment.
“Miss Nangong’s concerns are valid,” the high priest remarked with a smile. “You’ve done me a great favor.”
Without awaiting Huang Quan’s inquiry, the high priest administered a pill to Nangong Mian and assisted him in leaving.
Observing the high priest of Tianqi personally aiding Nangong Mian, the onlookers displayed a myriad of expressions—shock, skepticism, and concern.
The leader of the Xiwu Empire, witnessing the scene, furrowed his brow and instructed those around him, “Investigate the relationship between the high priest and Nangong Mian.”
“Understood,” the man responded, rising to depart.
Once the investigator left, the supervising teacher addressed the implicated student, “Do you have anything to explain?”
The student wore a discontented expression but understood the gravity of the situation, opting to remain silent.
After the high priest escorted Nangong Mian away, Huang Quan rose and returned to her seat. Passing the first level, she acknowledged Di Qin with a slight nod of gratitude.
Di Qin gently shook his head.
Huang Quan didn’t linger and left the area.
Following the clash between Nangong Mian and the Xiwu Empire students, another pair entered the competition stage.
Round after round, from morning to afternoon, students vied against each other. With the exception of two narrowly victorious students from the same small country, all others faced defeat.
Of the ten official slots, only those two narrowly successful students secured a place. Huang Quan, possessing a special quota, had yet to step onto the stage.
Three more rounds transpired, and two numbers flashed on the large screen.
The supervising teacher announced, “No. 43 vs. No. 66.”
“Hmm…”
The dean and fellow students breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally, it’s your turn, girl.”
No. 43, a student from the Xuanling Empire, ascended the stage, finding Huang Quan already present.
The Xuanling Empire student frowned upon observing Huang Quan. “You have no spiritual power fluctuations.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Huang Quan responded. “I possess the strength of a warrior.”
“A warrior is inferior to a spiritual master. Even if you have the strength of a warrior, it must be in the holy realm to defeat me in the spiritual master realm. Otherwise, it’s impossible,” the Xuanling Empire student asserted.
“It doesn’t matter,” Huang Quan replied. “I will do my best.”
Acknowledging the opponent’s statement, the Xuanling Empire student extended his hand, summoning a long sword. Waving his hand, he sent ice flying towards Huang Quan.
In Huang Quan’s eyes, the ice blades seemed to slow down. Swiftly moving her feet, she effortlessly dodged the incoming projectiles.
Whoosh!
The ice blades landed on the spot Huang Quan had vacated. Frustrated by the failed attack, the student prepared for another assault. However, an afterimage suddenly flashed before his eyes. Before he could locate Huang Quan, a tap on his shoulder caught him off guard.
Startled, the student raised his hand to retaliate but felt a cold sensation on his neck. A short blade gleamed with a frigid light, pressing against the student’s neck. A slight increase in pressure, and it would slice through skin and flesh.
Frozen in disbelief, the student realized Huang Quan had moved with astonishing speed.
Moreover, during her approach, there was no sound of her voice or breath. Like a phantom traversing the dark night, she closed in silently, effortlessly dispatching her opponent.
Terrifying!
Huang Quan spoke calmly, “Admit defeat.”
