He Piaojian was being dragged along by Fan Daoyi, who grabbed him by the back of his collar. Halfway there, his eyes lit up and he made a gesture to reach out.
Fan Daoyi turned his head in confusion and saw that he had several bags of snacks in his hand.
"Ah?"
He looked across at He Piaojian and saw Principal Fu scattering a large bag of snacks on the railing of the audience seats.
He Piaojian, holding a bag of snacks, raised his hand and beckoned. "Hey, want a bag?"
Principal Fu, He Piaojian caught them one by one, and then handed one to Fan Daoyi.
"This..."
Fan Daoyi is completely lost now, is this some kind of zoo taunt?
In the end, the two of them arrived at the registration desk carrying several large bags of snacks.
A pile of snacks covered half of He Piaojian's face. He said he would tidy himself up and let Fan Daoyi register first.
Fan Daoyi glanced at the registration list and finally only registered the name "Dao Yi".
"Rank."
"Initial Illumination Realm First Tier".
The registrant paused, looked up, and said seriously, "The competition level must not be concealed."
Fan Daoyi, and finally decided. "Then let's Open Source... seventh tier."
"Right?" The registrant pointed to a small ball on the table and winked, indicating something.
The competition aims to be realistic, fair, and just, and there is audio recording during the registration phase as evidence.
Fan Daoyi immediately understood. "Hmm, Open Source Level 7."
He confirmed it once again.
The registrant nodded and noted down the rank.
He Piaojian stepped forward, glanced at the roster, and also looked at the small recording ball next to him.
"Sword One, Condensation the fifth rank."
The registrant quickly wrote it down and handed the number plate to them.
After leaving the registration area, Fan Daoyi said, "Why did you change your name?"
"Real names are so boring. If they mention I'm at the Fusion Realm, how am I supposed to fool them?"
"Playing dumb to fool the enemy."
"Yes, yes, I learned it from you," He Piaojian said earnestly.
"Me?" Fan Daoyi asked, puzzled.
He Piaojian curled his lip. "Isn't that right? At least give a little face to domestic and foreign exhibition matches, and you actually start with such a clumsy lie as the Initial Illumination Realm First Tier."
In a competition like this, which side would send someone at the Initial Illumination Realm?
Fan Daoyi acknowledged this point and then asked his next question, "What's your name?"
"I learned it from you too. Sword One, Dao Yi, wow, so cool."
"My name is Fan Daoyi, just with the surname removed. Yours doesn't match your name at all."
"If I announce my name as 'Zhen Jian,' people will ask which 'Zhen' it is. If I explain, they might write 'Zhen.' Then when I go on stage, everyone else will read their scripts, and 'Next up is Zhen Jian from China.'" He Piaojian took a deep breath and shook his head. "No, no, my reputation is going to be ruined."
He Piaojian had an inexplicable skill in delving into the meaning of his own character.
Fan Daoyi's gaze fell on the stands of the athletes from other countries, and several names and their corresponding ranks floated into his mind.
The rank reported by He Piaojian was exactly right, almost in the middle.
There were slightly fewer athletes than those led by Olivia, but slightly more than the other athletes.
"You two are the people sent by the Dawn Academy?"
A woman's voice suddenly rang out, and someone came to chat with her.
He Piaojian ate some snacks and glanced up slightly.
The newcomer was tall and slender, with neat and stylish silver hair that reached his ears.
He wore a long black leather trench coat with an irregular hem and inlaid with tiny diamond-shaped metal pieces. Underneath, he wore a black cropped top, skinny jeans, and combat boots.
"Hello, I'm Mu Qing, a junior at the Lingxiao Academy."
This third-year student didn't know much about the inside story of this recruitment, so she didn't recognize Fan Daoyi and He Piaojian, these two outrageous people.
He Piaojian glanced sideways at Fan Daoyi, and seeing that Fan Daoyi was sitting quietly in his original position without any other intention, he immediately got up and began his performance.
He stood up and grasped Mu Qing's outstretched hands with both. "Hello, hello, I'm Sword One."
Mu Qing was not offended by He Piaojian's familiarity; on the contrary, she quite admired him.
"So it was you. I looked at your application materials; you've reached the fifth level of Condensation, quite impressive."
"Hehe, you flatter me."
Of course, He Piaojian's statement that it was a misrepresentation was not out of modesty, but rather a genuine belief that it was a misplaced compliment.
In his eyes, this godlike guy, someone who had only Condensation the fifth level at such a young age, frankly speaking, everyone present was trash...
No, Dao Yi, stand up first. Everyone else here is trash.
Mu Qing's friendliness stemmed from her strength; she was friendly to He Piaojian, but had no interaction with Fan Daoyi.
Of the two who signed up at Dawn, one was at the fifth level of the Condensation Realm, and the other was at the seventh level of the Open Source...
I don't know what they're doing here with such limited strength, making a fool of themselves in front of other countries?
Mu Qing felt contempt.
Fan Daoyi noticed the disdain in Mu Qing's gaze, met his eyes for a moment, and then subtly looked away.
Students from the other five major universities in China also gradually took their seats, almost all of them being third- or fourth-year students.
"Dao Yi?" a student murmured, "The name sounds familiar."
He couldn't immediately recall where he had heard the name before.
"Really? Could it be that Dao Yi is some kind of celebrity?"
The other students teased him when they heard this.
Fan Daoyi focused on the arena, isolating them from any communication.
"What kind of celebrity could he be? He's just a reckless madman who's only at the seventh level of the Open Source."
Mu Qing's words were sharp, causing the surrounding students to frown.
A female classmate from the Lingxiao Academy tugged at her arm and shook her head slightly, indicating that she shouldn't do that.
Ignoring the female classmate's warning, Mu Qing deliberately raised his voice. "Ha, you think you can't say that? I'll say it..."
Before she could finish speaking, He Piaojian swiftly grabbed her by the throat. Those around her were caught completely off guard and unable to intervene.
"I used to think that what makes a person human is their ability to speak, but now I see that your speaking skills have really opened my eyes. I never knew there were people who were willing to live such a lowly life."
Did you just rinse your mouth in a cesspool? It stinks. Maybe you should rinse your mouth before talking to people, otherwise it makes people wonder if you're not fully evolved.
Such rude and nonsensical talk is simply polluting the air here.
So, your superior abilities make you feel superior? Unfortunately, nothing can hide your despicable nature.
Mu Qing struggled desperately, her face flushed, but she found that she could not break free from the restraints no matter what she did.
Those around tried to dissuade him, but were silenced by He Piaojian's barrage of words, and could only look at Mu Qing with pity.
"Little Cheapie."
Fan Daoyi suddenly spoke.
He Piaojian was slightly taken aback.
"Other athletes are watching; we can't afford to become a laughingstock."
He Piaojian turned to look at the opposite platform, where Olivia's team was observing them.
He gave a soft snort, released his grip in displeasure, sat back down next to Fan Daoyi, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you angry?"
"Angry?" Fan Daoyi narrowed his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at the machine that matched him with his opponents. "It's alright, I think I'm very magnanimous."
He Piaojian immediately deflated, hanging his head. "Ha... what a good-tempered person you are."
Fan Daoyi simply smiled and memorized the number in Mu Qing's hand.