“Yan Mo!”
Shui Ruohua’s eyes were full of hate and rage. The memory was still fresh in her mind of how this demon toyed with her sisters to death.
Shui Ruohua’s eyes were bloodshot.
Her junior sisters picked up on her distress and glared at Yan Mo with the same revulsion and disgust. Not that the redhead cared, having better things to do than mind nobodies, like searching for a certain deadly and familiar someone.
“Ruohua, quiet down! This is the Double Dragon Manor!” Elder Yun held her shoulder with a warning, “We can’t touch Yan Mo even if we want to. Hellion Flame has his back.”
Shui Ruohua’s face sank, and she sighed. All her sisters’ suffering and cruel treatment were now for nothing. She couldn’t even avenge them.
Her nails dug deep in her palms, enough to draw blood.
She felt utterly helpless and futile.
Even Hui Xiong was taken aback by Yan Mo’s coming, then he said in tears, “Master, do you see? Yan Mo has come to see me!”
“This attention is dangerous, but it proves your strength has reached the ears of Hellion Flame’s first seed. I am proud to have you.” Elder Lu was touched to the core.
The crowd was reeling in unison and looked at the weird pair with scorn.
[There’s got to be a limit to how self-absorbed one can be. How did they just jump to the conclusion Yan Mo came for them as well? Why the hell would a 5th layer Ethereal Stage expert care about some nobody still in the Radiant Stage?]
[Dude, reign in your narcissistic tendencies if you know what’s good for you.]
The judge shook his head.
Ignoring how the self-important idiots got their unfounded confidence from, he was more interested to know what got a middle three sect and a superior three sect to come at a measly lower three sects fights.
He scanned the two sects below, then looked over the roster and the respective levels, and the judge’s suspicion grew.
[Not one among them is worth this much attention.]
[Whatever, it’ll all be made clear once it starts.]
The judge turned to them and shouted, “We’ve waited long enough. Time to draw lots. Single battles will be fought in the form of tag teams. There are three numbers inside. The first and second will fight, while the third will fight the loser of the first fight and then the winner of the first match. These three rounds will determine your performance and evaluation.”
The judge’s hands lit up and presented a bamboo tube holding the three numbers.
Mystical Heaven Sect and Beast Taming Sect’s elders stepped forward to draw. The fiends, however, only watched the entrance, catching no shadow of Zhuo Fan and the rest, and their anxiety mounted.
“Uh, elder, our people are running late. Could we maybe wait for a while longer?” Rubbing his greasy palms, Fiend Yang fawned.
The judge stared back at him like a whitewashed wall, but without all the emotion, “The time is up, and no one will wait for you. So hurry up and draw your lot. If you’re lucky to draw third, you will have bought yourself the time.”
“I understand, I do, but…”
Fiend Yang scratched his cheek, looking lost at the elder while pacing around.
The elder snapped, “Draw now or forfeit!”
“I will. Sheesh, it’s just a number.” Fiend Yang’s mouth sank, and he noticed his two pals were just as conflicted. So he moved in closer.
“Fiend Yang, make it damn good!”
“You do it then!”
Fiend Yang barely took a step, and they shouted at him. Enraged, he glared back and gave a reply of his own.
Fiend Yin shrugged, flicking his hand, “Forget I said anything.”
With gloom seeping out of every pore, Fiend Yang dragged his feet to the judge under the snicker of the opponents’ elders. His face sank and roared with all his fury, cursing Zhuo Fan’s entire lineage. In his mind that is.
[Damn that wretched brat! What the hell is taking him so long? Now I’m the patsy!]
“Venerable Yang, please.” Elder Yun snickered as he made an exaggerated flourish for him to go first, with the kindest of intentions, of course. Elder Lu had a taunting look constantly plastered on his face.
Fiend Yang’s face twitched, and he glared at Elder Yun.
[If it weren’t for us, this old coot would be dead. Now he’s laughing it up at my expense.]
[You haven’t heard the last of me!]
Venting a bit on the inside to cool the towering fury, Fiend Yang set his jaw and stuffed his fat hand inside for the number.
But the number was anything but reassuring, going by his tearful and devastated eyes.
“What’s the number?” Fiend Gui asked.
Fiend Yang was greatly ashamed as he gave it to the others, “Sorry, my luck’s in the pits today. I picked number 1.”
“Ha-ha-ha…”
The other fiends sighed, while the opponents’ elders laughed at his misfortune.
Their disciples were still dragging their feet. Now that they had to go first, they’d be losing points. Talk about starting off on the wrong foot.
Watching the two gloat and enjoying others’ pain, Fiend Yang could do nothing but bottle it up. The two coots were taking their sweet time drawing their own numbers, with as much flair as possible.
Beast Taming Sect was number 2, fighting Demon Scheming Sect, while Mystical Heaven Sect was number 3.
“Woe is me, here I was going to showcase the full extent of my sect’s prowess but how could I when the Demon Scheming Sect falls short? I urged them not to come, and they actually listened. I’m sorry I’d have to take this easy win from you, I really am, ha-ha-ha…” Hui Xiong’s arrogance knew no bounds, his head swelling with unfounded pride. contemporary romance
The fiends were seething, their hearts flaming mad. Not like they could act on it, not here, at the Double Dragon Gathering.
“With the Demon Scheming Sect’s disciples failing to show on time, why don’t you fight us instead.”
Everyone set their eyes on Shui Ruohua cupping their hands. Then she bowed at the judge.
Smiling, Fiend Yang thanked her, “You’re truly kind, girl. Elder, Mystical Heaven Sect is willing to take our place. Let them go first.”
“Nonsense, when did we agree?”
Elder Yun’s outraged shout echoed and bowed to the judge, “Elder, my disciple doesn’t know what she’s saying.”
Then he glared at Shui Ruohua, “What are you standing around for? Get back!”
Shui Ruohua gave Fiend Yang an apologetic look and sighed, going back to her sisters.
She saw this as a good chance to pay back the favor of having the Demon Scheming Sect save them. But she knew the elder’s intent even more. Zhuo Fan was far too strong.
Letting them have a round’s handicap couldn’t be better. But this in turn was immoral and unethical. It was burning bridges once one had got what he wanted.
The girls felt for Shui Ruohua, finding Elder Yun’s choice highly improper.
Chu Qingcheng, the once leader of the Drifting Flowers Edifices, had been through many scraps of all kinds, “Senior sister, we are adversaries now and there’s no need to show mercy. Besides, this little hiccup will hardly stall him.”
The other started.
[Isn’t Qingcheng on young master Zhuo’s side? Why is she not minding this? Did their love turn into hatred?]
None of them truly knew Zhuo Fan, not like Chu Qingcheng. She knew full well what he needed and what he had no desire for.
Just like now, he didn’t need their help over such a trifle.
Chu Qingcheng had a vague smile…
“Ol’ Yun, you call yourself a man and a righteous cultivator on top of that? You’re worse than a child.” Fiend Yang mocked him.
Elder Yun deflected, “There’s nothing between our sects. You explained what happened clearly, that it was just running into each other. What’s so wrong with both of us taking the same path? We owe you nothing. Now that we are rivals, it goes double. We don’t have to do anything for you.”
“Why you…” Fiend Yang started with a red face. He hated Mystical Heaven Sect’s cruel heart. He wouldn’t have helped if he knew it then. They were better off dead at Yan Mo’s hand.
The others looked on curiously, unaware of what happened between them.
As the mastermind behind the troubles, Yan Mo knew too well, but even he couldn’t take the clan’s hypocrisy, “Righteous sect alright, nothing but fake-ass and ungrateful pricks that even I feel sorry for the Demon Scheming Sect. They can’t fight either because of this. It’s truly a shame, especially that guy…”
Yan Mo rubbed his chin.
The Han brothers eyed him, waiting for the guest of honor. Yongning and Shuang’er were tense, their hearts in their throats.
“Are Demon Scheming Sect’s disciples coming or not? If they aren’t, this round will be forfeit.” The judge declared. The fiends were getting nervous.
While Beast Taming Sect’s side was puffing out their chests. Any more and they’d pop.
Then came a surreal aura of unimaginable power, making everyone gasp. It was soon followed by a very particular and well-known voice, “Ha-ha-ha, my bad. Demon Scheming Sect has arrived…”
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