Xian He's Reliance

The Azure Light Competition's arena was set up in the central plaza of the Sky Fortune Tribe.

By now, many tribespeople had gathered around to watch the excitement. A large crowd of young women and married women were there, some cheering for their husbands, others for the men they fancied, and still others to pick out a strong and suitable husband.

Contestants lined up to register. After paying the hundred Copper Coins entrance fee, they could stand below the arena and wait for the staff to arrange their matches.

Xian He strolled to the end of the line.

Standing in front of him was a short, stout, burly man.

The burly man glanced back at Xian He and asked with a dismissive tone, "You're here to participate in the Azure Light Competition too?"

"What, is that not allowed?" Xian He retorted expressionlessly.

If nothing unexpected happened, the contestants would be paired up based on their position in line, with odd numbers competing against even numbers.

This meant the short, burly man in front of him was highly likely to be his first opponent.

"It's allowed, but I advise you to give up now and save yourself the hundred Copper Coins you'll waste," the short, burly man advised kindly. "The vast majority of participants are Martial Artists at the White Obsidian level. You're only Two-star Azure Obsidian; you won't stand a chance."

"How will I know I can't do it if I don't try?" Xian He remained unfazed.

He had come for the championship this time. How could he possibly forfeit without even participating in the preliminaries?

The short, burly man grew somewhat indignant. "I offered good advice, and you take it like a donkey's liver and lungs. Do whatever you want!"

Thanks for inventing the waterwheel for the tribe.

But once we're on the arena, I won't hold back.

This Azure Light Competition's prizes were: a bag of rice seeds for the champion, a polearm made of Profound Iron for the runner-up, and a Small Returning Pill for third place.

Even the third-place prize was enough Copper Coins to feed his family for over a month. For the sake of his wife and children, he absolutely had to secure a ranking!

"Who asked for your good advice!" Xian He thought to himself.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure stepping onto the arena.

"Li Zhen, that lapdog, is also here to compete?" Xian He unconsciously clenched his fist.

The humiliation he inflicted on me at the congee stall last time, I'll settle it on this arena!

Before officially competing, all contestants had to sign a waiver of life and death. Even if they were killed on the arena, they could not hold the opponent or the organizers responsible.

Agree to sign and you can compete; refuse and go freeze somewhere else!

"The Azure Light Competition isn't finished in a single day. The preliminaries are one day, the Round of 32 is one day, the Round of 16 is one day, the Quarterfinals are one day, the Semifinals are one day, the Finals are one day. It'll take a whole week," Xian He calculated in his mind.

As long as he didn't encounter Li Zhen before the finals, with the Thirteen Grand Protectors Horizontal Training Technique and the rewards the System constantly provided, he had a chance to win!

On the arena, Li Zhen easily killed his opponent with a single slap.

Afterward, he arrogantly made a throat-slitting gesture towards the contestants queuing up.

Xian He clenched his fist, wishing he could rush up right now and smash Li Zhen's dog-like head in with one slap.

The line moved forward bit by bit, and soon it was Xian He's turn to register.

After handing over the hundred Copper Coins entrance fee and pressing his handprint on the waiver of life and death, Xian He strolled to the waiting area to await his match.

If nothing unexpected happened, his opponent would be the short, burly man.

Once Martial Artists reached the White Obsidian level, their muscle changes were no longer as obvious, so Xian He couldn't determine the burly man's realm just by looking at his muscles.

However, judging by the luster of his skin, this person's strength should be around Two or Three-star White Obsidian.

"Next, we invite contestants Wo Diao Chang and Ni Xue Sen to the stage! Yan Dong and Xian He, prepare yourselves!" the host's voice boomed, like a great bell.

Xian He's expression tightened. Since transmigrating to the Demon God Record world, he hadn't participated in a single competition, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Yan Dong stretched his wrists and neck, not even looking at Xian He, appearing completely confident.

He sneered inwardly, "A piece of trash at Two-star Azure Obsidian. I can end this fight with one slap!"

He was a Three-star White Obsidian Martial Artist with eight hundred jin of strength in his single arm. A slap from him could send Xian He shitting himself.

However, it's best to leave some room for maneuver in life, so we can meet again in the future. He would only injure Xian He, not kill him.

"Speaking of which, the names of these two on the stage are too bizarre. One is 'Diao Chang' (Long Penis), and the other is 'Xue Sen' (Learn Forest). I hope they don't start fighting on the stage," Xian He's lips curved slightly, his nervousness easing.

Audience seating.

"I can't believe Xian He, that Two-star Azure Obsidian trash, dares to compete. I think he's tired of living, like an old man hanging himself – haha!" Li Zhen couldn't help but mock.

If I were to encounter him, I'd send him to see the King of Hell with one slap. That would save me the twenty thousand Copper Coins to hire the Greedy Wolf assassin.

Xiao Yang's gaze was sharp, and his expression was grave. "We've all been deceived by him. He's not Two-star Azure Obsidian, but One-star White Obsidian. Look at his skin; doesn't it faintly shimmer with white light?"

No wonder he could counter-kill that Five-star Azure Obsidian assassin earlier. He's been hiding his strength all along.