“Contestants whose names are called, please proceed to the backstage to prepare.
The competition is about to begin.”
Oh no! Why is it happening at this time… “Are you okay?” Limdis asked in surprise, noticing Mo Li’s unusual behavior.
Why did his face suddenly change color? It’s nothing… How could it be nothing?? It’s a big deal! Mo Li gritted his teeth, clutching his heart and breathing heavily.
The pendant on his chest flickered faintly, clearly warning that the changes in his body were about to become uncontrollable.
He needed to find a corner to hide quickly.
“Contestant number sixty-six, Mo Li, is Mo Li here? Contestant number thirty-three, Lager, is already in position.
If you don’t show up within a minute, you’ll be disqualified.” The hook-nosed judge had no patience and didn’t care why someone was absent.
He was actually hoping Mo Li wouldn’t come.
He was already tired of these rural martial arts competitions and would love to finish work early.
What to do, what to do?…
His back was soaked with cold sweat, his palms were sweaty, his body felt alternately hot and cold, and his heart was pounding uncontrollably.
He had spent too much time with that guy this morning and forgot to go to Uncle Norma’s house for a meal.
He went to bed too early yesterday, so he didn’t even know he had a match this morning.
In every sense, it was troublesome…
“Contestant Mo Li? Not here? Only half a minute left.
If you don’t show up, you’ll lose by default!” The hook-nosed elder on the stage urged impatiently.
Mo Li forced himself to stand up despite his discomfort.
As he subconsciously walked towards the stage, only one thought echoed in his mind: he couldn’t lose here.
He absolutely couldn’t let down that noble uncle who always thought of him…
So, knowing it was impossible, Mo Li resolutely walked down from the stands.
“Are you okay? If you’re not feeling well, don’t push yourself.” Limdis kindly advised, seeing Mo Li enduring the pain.
“Not, pushing?” Mo Li glanced at her innocent face, breathing heavily, and chuckled.
“In this world, there are many things you can’t see the end of even if you push yourself.
How can you talk about giving up directly?”
For those with bloodlines, the entrance competition to Lan Yin Academy might just be a formality.
They were already on the list of new students at Lan Yin Academy.
But for Mo Li, this was his only chance to turn things around.
Even unrelated people had gone all out to help him, so what if he risked his life?
Without paying attention to Limdis anymore, Mo Li resolutely walked onto the stage.
“Number 66, Mo Li, not forfeiting!” Mo Li shouted to the judge.
“Then let the match begin.” The hook-nosed elder frowned at the slightly trembling boy in the white robe, giving no chance to catch his breath before announcing the start of the match.
Unfortunately, Mo Li’s opponent this time wasn’t one of those flashy but useless noble brats.
Number 33, Lager, wasn’t a local noble.
He was an outsider who had come to compete in the Viscount Minster’s territory.
From the northern part of the Papal State, near the Lan Yin River, he wasn’t just any decorative pillow.
Upon hearing the announcement of the match’s start, he almost simultaneously leaped into action, drawing the patterned battle axe strapped to his back.
Compared to the flashy rapiers of the Minster nobles, this was undoubtedly a breath of fresh air.
The destructive power and lethality of an axe couldn’t be compared to a slender rapier.
Although it was harder to control due to its weight and leverage, a well-used axe combined the slicing of a longsword and the crushing of a warhammer, making it a highly threatening weapon.
However, nobles valued elegance, so axes, commonly seen as tools for woodcutters, were considered vulgar by them.
No matter how practical, no one appreciated them.
At least in the eyes of the Papal State’s nobles, those who used axes were either mountain woodcutters or the barbaric, crude heretics of Norda.
In short, too low-class, absolutely not to be used.
Naturally, when Lager pulled out his axe, most nobles in the stands showed expressions of disdain.
“Tsk, as expected of a noble from the north, their taste is really vulgar.”
“Yeah, no matter how you think about it, an axe isn’t the top priority weapon.
A spear would be better, right?”
Although most noble students looked down on Lager, there were those who supported him, like a certain noble young master who had just been angered by Mo Li.
He stared intently at the match, and upon seeing Mo Li’s shaky figure, he sneered, silently cheering for Lager.
He wished for a match accident, hoping Lager’s axe would chop off Mo Li’s head.
Ignoring the comments from the stands, or perhaps fully focused on defeating his opponent, Lager didn’t hear them at all.
He had watched Mo Li’s matches and knew this boy wasn’t to be underestimated.
Drawing Mo Li in the second round, he had expected a tough battle, but seeing Mo Li’s condition, Lager was secretly pleased.
Although he didn’t know why Mo Li was in poor condition, this was a great opportunity for him!
In Mo Li’s prime, he might have suffered greatly.
It was truly a blessing from the heavens, Sera bless.
Seeing his opponent in poor condition, he didn’t care about any knightly spirit.
If he could take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate Mo Li, his chances of winning would greatly increase.
So from the start, he didn’t hold back.
After all, the match was to the point, and if he couldn’t stop himself and really hurt Mo Li, the judge would intervene.
So, he began with a killing move, wildly swinging his axe with great force.
There was no technique, but the sheer power made it intimidating to approach.
Mo Li could only retreat step by step.
As Lager expected, his condition was terrible.
He had to suppress the changes in his body and endure the burning hunger, leaving little energy for the fight.
The dragon bloodline became a burden at this time, forcing him to divert most of his energy and will.
But even if he was weakened, it didn’t mean his opponent was stronger.
Drawing the inferior curved blade from his waist, Mo Li began to focus.
He didn’t plan to use [Hanxi].
Until the final showdown, he wouldn’t reveal his strength prematurely.
Against these small fry, the inferior iron curved blade was enough.
Mo Li’s strength wasn’t as great as Lager’s.
From the start, he didn’t intend to compete in strength.
After all, he was an assassin, relying on skill rather than brute force.
Once close to Mo Li, Lager wielded his axe with great vigor, creating gusts of wind with each swing, aiming for vital points.
It had to be said, Lager had a knack for using the axe, relying on his own strength to swing it wherever he wanted.
Mo Li’s body swayed, making people worry that the boy might spill blood on the spot in the next second.
