In the early afternoon, unlike the usual packed schedule, there was only one match this morning.
Mo Li arrived at the venue early—after all, he was one of the main participants today and couldn’t be late.
As he walked across the square, he could already see the petite and slender figure swaying in the wind.
Today, Limdis was different from before; her face was serious and solemn.
When she saw Mo Li approaching, she slowly lowered her crossed arms.
“It’s rare for you not to arrive at the last minute today,” Mo Li teased.
“To deal with you, I have to be a bit more serious,” Limdis said, covering one eye and pretending to be deep in thought.
“My friend, the pure white dragon, today’s battle is an unavoidable fate.
Regardless of victory or defeat, everything is destined.”
“I’m not that petty.
If I lose, it just means I’m not strong enough.
No one else to blame,” Mo Li replied.
After spending so much time together, he and Limdis could communicate perfectly without any barriers.
“Now that we’ve come this far, there’s no turning back,” Limdis said with a determined look.
“The divine fox protects me… Embrace the power of Aurevigia!”
“Interesting,” said Barlow, who was undoubtedly the happiest and most pleased spectator in the stands.
Even he had to admit that this might be the most valuable match since the competition began.
Surprisingly, there weren’t many students watching, not even the usual crowd.
Notable figures like the ‘Third-Year Senior,’ ‘Thunder King,’ ‘Magnetic Storm Infantry,’ and ‘Fourth Calamity’ from the noble district had all been eliminated.
Other nobles probably thought this match wasn’t worth watching, so they didn’t come.
It’s worth mentioning that as the competition progressed to the final stages, some significant figures appeared in the stands.
For example…
“Haha, this way, Viscount,” said the hook-nosed judge, who usually wore a stern face as if everyone owed him millions, now bowing and scraping.
If he stuck out his tongue, he’d look just like a lapdog at the door.
To make this cowardly, sycophantic old man appear so humble, it wasn’t enough to just have money; one needed a certain social status.
Was that the Viscount Minster?
Mo Li glanced at the middle-aged man entering with a high profile, surrounded by guards like a star among the moon.
The man wore a formal and proper noble suit, held a black cane, and wore a top hat.
His solemn face showed no joy or sorrow, like a well-mannered old gentleman.
“Judge Jero has been dedicated to the competitions in my territory, and I am very grateful,” Viscount Minster said, nodding slightly at the hook-nosed judge.
“Not at all, it’s my duty,” the old man’s wrinkled face was full of flattery.
Surrounded by territorial guards, the man sat in the main seat of the stands, and Barlow also stood up to salute him.
“That’s Viscount Minster…” The voices in the stands rose and fell, but they kept their volume in check.
The discussion naturally revolved around the man with an extraordinary aura, as it wasn’t every day one could see the lord of Minster.
Was that man Viscount Minster? Mo Li’s expression became a bit strange.
He looked like an old gentleman, but he didn’t seem to do anything a normal person would do.
Now that the competition had reached the quarterfinals, even this old turtle hiding behind the scenes couldn’t resist poking his head out?
Glancing at the hook-nosed old man who was flattering Viscount Minster, Mo Li’s disdain for the old man deepened.
Not only was he an impotent old pervert, but his character was also extremely vile.
He probably got his position as an outsourced judge by cozying up to those in power, nodding and bowing as if it were second nature.
These two old men seemed to be discussing something on the stage, and then the hook-nosed old man kept nodding and patting his chest in assurance before walking down from the stands.
“What are you looking at?” Noticing Mo Li’s gaze, the hook-nosed old man instantly changed his face, his old face filled with sarcasm, as if the person who had just been bowing and scraping like a lapdog wasn’t him.
With a person like this, fairness wouldn’t be a concern.
He was a sycophant and opportunist, colluding with the powerful and cheating in competitions was routine for him.
The fact that someone like him could be a judge showed how little Lan Yin Academy valued these ‘rural’ noble territories.
“The match is about to start, both sides prepare yourselves,” the old man said, somewhat displeased at being watched, though he considered it normal.
It was the iron law of this world for the weak to bow to the strong, and he was just one of many who followed it.
As someone seen as high-status by others, he would also follow this law, oppressing or looking down on those lower than him.
That’s how the chain of contempt was formed.
With a command, the match began.
Mo Li didn’t move; he knew that in all aspects, he was far weaker than Limdis, who was of the beast race.
The only thing he might be stronger in was combat experience and cunning.
“Swish, swish, swish!” Five long, sharp claws emerged.
Limdis didn’t understand the concept of waiting to strike; knowing Mo Li’s true form as a White Feathered Dragon, she wouldn’t underestimate her opponent.
She launched a fierce attack at incredible speed right from the start.
There was no strategy involved; it was pure power and speed overwhelming the opponent.
Mo Li drew his inferior curved sword, which served as his weapon, and extended a sleeve sword from his other sleeve.
“Clang, clang, clang!” The piercing sound of metal clashing echoed in the arena, signaling the official start of the battle.
Limdis’s movements were surprisingly fast, agile like a cat leaping around, and with her small stature, her actions were exceptionally nimble.
Mo Li had already anticipated her movement trajectory, raising his curved sword and sleeve sword to block.
“Clang!” Claws and metal clashed, sparking a shower of sparks.
Their movements gradually merged with the wind, their speed increasing as if testing each other, both starting to show their true skills.
“Divine fox, please protect your follower,” Limdis took a deep breath, chanting softly.
It began! Mo Li had already reacted, but when the claw came with great force, he still felt overwhelmed.
He had to abandon his curved sword and retreat, but even so, he was still injured by the wind from the claws.
Fortunately, his cloak was made by the fox tribe, offering excellent protection, sparing him from most of the damage.
The curved sword he discarded wasn’t so lucky, being sliced into several pieces.
