Time moved forward a few weeks, and the qualifying competition for the Lan Yin Academy in Fran City was finally about to enter the final event stage.
Since that axe-wielding maniac Lager, Mo Li hadn’t encountered any strong opponents that could make him take things seriously.
It’s worth mentioning that the good-for-nothing young master of the Minster family, Barlow, also advanced smoothly.
Mo Li even planned to take some time to observe Barlow’s fighting style.
However, whether by coincidence or someone’s ulterior motives, every opponent Barlow faced was either weak or bizarre, and some even threw the match.
This wasn’t Mo Li assuming the worst; it was a fact.
His opponents were so obviously throwing the matches, it was like they were letting an entire Pacific Ocean pass by.
Mo Li couldn’t help but wonder if Barlow was using his invincible father’s influence to manipulate things behind the scenes, arranging weaker opponents for himself, or using money to make stronger opponents throw the match.
These were all possibilities.
This was just a qualifying match, and the referees were outsourced.
In other words, Lan Yin Academy didn’t take any responsibility for the fairness of this competition, so it’s not surprising to see cheating.
Lan Yin Academy probably thought that such a small place wasn’t worth the effort to send their teachers as referees.
After all, in their view, a small village led by minor nobles wouldn’t produce any geniuses.
“The match is over, the winner is number 33, Mo Li.”
Having grown accustomed to winning and losing, Mo Li felt little excitement from his victory.
He knew he hadn’t yet faced his toughest opponent.
“Oh, as always, a beautiful performance, my dear!” A girl in the stands waved at him.
“Cut the crap, what do you want this time?” Mo Li said irritably.
“Is there a problem with offering my friend a blessing for victory?” Limdis pouted.
“Is that all?”
“Of course, that’s all!”
“Oh, fine, now that you’ve given your blessing, you can leave.”
“Hey, wait a minute, my dear, um, I’ve been feeling unwell these days, really exhausted from the competition, can’t sleep or eat well, you could say…”
“Speak plainly,” Mo Li said coldly.
“Or I’m really leaving.”
“Eh… it’s just that, eh hey, I’m short on cash lately and can’t afford food…” Limdis made a cute gesture like a beckoning cat.
“How many times now?” Mo Li raised an eyebrow.
“How many times have you come to me for this? Making it seem like I’m so wealthy.”
“And even if I were really rich, I don’t seem to have the obligation to solve your food, clothing, and shelter issues, right?”
“Ugh…” Limdis lowered her head in disappointment.
“I, I can’t make money…”
“If you can’t make money, go learn how to! You can’t expect me to support you forever, can you?” Mo Li snorted.
“Support, support?? Ugh, that’s the one thing I can’t do! Limdis is the kind who has a servant… ahem, is favored by the gods, can’t be supported.”
“Yeah, yeah, even if you wanted me to support you, I couldn’t afford it.” No need to think, the servant she mentioned was definitely the saint she always talked about, the one who beat him up in his past life.
“I can’t help you… just this once, understand?” Mo Li glared at her.
“Mm-hmm, I understand!”
“Hehe, you two get along well.” From a distance in the stands, Barlow watched Limdis and Mo Li walk away together, smiling insincerely.
“In a few days, I’ll see if your relationship is as good as it seems!”
“Hey, it’s already the quarterfinals, right?” Mo Li casually chatted with Limdis.
“Huh? Oh, I think so.” Limdis pretended to understand, rubbing her chin and nodding her head, but Mo Li knew her mind was probably full of flowers, cakes, and longan milk tea, not focused on the competition at all.
Well, why would a strong person care about the progress of the competition? She just needed to compete and win.
“Honestly, I’ve always been curious about how your saint allowed you to come out alone.” Logically speaking, without meeting him, this cat might have starved or been tricked away.
“Actually, I left without the saint’s or my clan’s permission.” Limdis said, poking her fingers together, a bit embarrassed.
“Then why did you come to compete?”
“Have you heard of our saint?”
“What am I saying, you probably haven’t heard of her.” Before finishing her sentence, Limdis changed her tone confidently.
“…” Mo Li didn’t speak, waiting for her to continue.
“Our saint is a genius, an absolute genius.” Limdis said, her face full of admiration.
“She is the purest bloodline of the fox clan in a thousand years, closest to the ancestor Aurevigia.
Whether in appearance, talent, or character, you can’t find a single flaw in her, like a perfect existence, like the moon in the sky, unattainable.” Normally silly and childish, Limdis only showed this expression when talking about her saint.
“And then?”
“I’m not a member of the Aurevigia clan, but I was fortunate to connect with the saint… because our ancestors were distant relatives of Aurevigia.”
“I’ve known the saint for a long time and was lucky to receive some of her power… but even I know that if I become complacent and stop progressing, one day, I won’t be able to see the saint’s back anymore.” At this point, Limdis looked a bit downcast.
“After this year, the saint will enroll in Lan Yin Academy, and if nothing unexpected happens, the distance between us will gradually widen here.”
“I’m not willing… so I want to try, to see if I have a chance to continue standing by the saint’s side.”
“So, you want to enter Lan Yin Academy too?” Mo Li raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, even though only my aunt supports me at home, I still snuck out.” Limdis seemed more normal than usual.
“So you traveled all the way to the human kingdom, unafraid of danger?”
“Yes, this is the only struggle I can make.”
“I see, that’s quite determined.”
“Eh?”
“But that being said, I have to tell you in advance, if we meet on the field, I won’t hold back.” Mo Li chuckled.
“You have your reasons, and I have mine.
We’re already in the quarterfinals, you know we’ll meet eventually.”
“I won’t hold back, and I hope you won’t either when you face me.”
