"And one more thing—fighting is allowed during the competition. As long as you don't use your cultivation, anything goes. Everything is for the sake of taking first place."
On the way, Du Shuangshuang began explaining things to Ye Lin.
Ye Lin merely nodded lightly.
Were the people in Heavenly Court really so idle that their balls hurt? They held something this boring once every hundred years?
They really had nothing better to do after eating their fill.
And besides... Ye Lin lowered his head and silently looked at the spear in his hand.
"Are you sure an ordinary person can even lift this thing?"
Ye Lin weighed the spear in his hand as he looked at Du Shuangshuang.
"Don't fuss over such little details."
"This isn't for the competition. It's for beating people up later."
Du Shuangshuang reached out and patted Ye Lin's arm.
"Hahaha, Ninth Princess, haven't you found a partner yet? This drifting competition requires teams of two."
"What do you think of me? I've been training hard lately. You know martial arts, right? The kind ordinary people practice."
"Team up with me, and you definitely won't go wrong. I'll absolutely lead you to first place."
Suddenly, a burst of loud laughter came from the distance.
Du Shuangshuang's brows furrowed.
"See? Someone asking for a beating has arrived."
A moment later, a burly man with the back of a tiger and waist of a bear strode over with a broad grin.
Though he was laughing, that grin on his face looked so savage and terrifying.
"Wang Wu, I already have a partner this time. Find someone else."
Du Shuangshuang planted her hands on her hips and stood in front of Ye Lin, shouting loudly.
Her tone was filled with disdain.
"Tch, Ninth Princess, you keep to yourself all