At the same time, inside Heaven Dou City, the fourth prince's residence.
"Bang!"
A fine celadon tea cup was smashed to the ground, and broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor.
"Heaven Dou Cup? Internal selection competition?" Xue Beng's face was so gloomy that it could drip with water, "Xue Qinghe, that guy, moves too fast!"
Ma Kun, who was standing next to him, shrank his neck and did not dare to answer.
Xue Beng walked back and forth in the study for a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Ma Kun: "That person named Lin, has he signed up?"
"Back to Your Highness..." Ma Kun said cautiously, "There was a message from the registration office that he was indeed the first to register."
"The first one?" Xue Beng sneered, "He's quite proactive. Okay, if he wants to be in the limelight, I'll let him do it."
He walked to the desk, picked up the pen, quickly wrote a few lines on a piece of paper, folded it, and handed it to Ma Kun.
"Take it to Lao Wang in the logistics department. He knows what to do."
Ma Kun took the note and hesitated for a moment.
"Your Highness, what do you mean..."
"There are people from us on the referee team."
Xue Beng The corner of his mouth raised a cold arc.
"In the competition, let him suffer. You don't have to kill him, just cripple him."
"You dare to make me lose face in public, Lin Yuan, I won't kill you!"
Ma Kun felt a shiver in his heart and lowered his head in response.
"Yes."
When he turned around and exited the study, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
I don't know what kind of bad luck this Lin Yuan had. If he offended the fourth prince, he might not have a good life.
Registration ends tonight.
Ning Yuan When he returned to the dilapidated warehouse dormitory in the back mountain, the moonlight was leaking in through the holes in the window paper, casting a mottled silver color on the ground.
He opened the door and suddenly paused in his steps.
Under the crack of the door, there is a letter lying on the ground.
The white envelope, without any signature or mark, just lay there quietly, as if someone had slipped it under the door.
Ning Yuan bent down to pick up the envelope and pulled out the letter paper inside.
There were only four words on it, written in sharp handwriting, as if carved with fingernails.
"Be careful of hidden arrows."
No signature, no signature.
Ning Yuan turned over the letter paper, and the back was also blank.
He put the letter paper to his nose and smelled it. There was a very light herbal smell, with a hint of bitter coolness.
It's not like poison, but like...
A certain smell that only comes to people who have been dealing with medicinal herbs all year round.
Ning Yuan thoughtfully re-folded the letter and put it into his arms.
There was no signature or signature, but the smell of herbs reminded him of a certain name.
Dugu Yan.
Or...Dugu Bo.
He walked to the window, looked at the mountain shadows shrouded in moonlight outside the window, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Interesting."
This tryout, before it even started, was already more interesting than he expected.
Three days later, the Heaven Dou Cup trials officially opened.
In the large martial arts field in the center of the college, four arenas were temporarily set up, arranged in a square shape.
The stands were filled with students and instructors, the crowds were buzzing, and the air was filled with a heat wave mixed with grass and sweat.
Several elders from Education Committee were sitting in the main stand, chatting in low voices.
In the corner near the right, a figure in a moon-white brocade robe sat quietly.
Qian Renxue disguised as Xue Qinghe, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his eyes calmly scanning the ring below, as if looking for something.
In the corner of another stand not far away from her, Xue Beng also arrived, surrounded by several followers, and his expression was not very good.
After the host read out the rules of the competition on the stage, he loudly announced the format of the preliminary round.
Arena melee system.
All participating students are randomly assigned to four arenas according to their levels, with seven people in each arena. The last three people remaining in the arena advance to the next round.
The rules are simple and straightforward, nothing fancy.
Ning Yuan drew the lottery for the third stage.
When he walked onto the ring, he glanced at the other six people on the stage and knew something in his mind.
Ma Kun, and two of his followers.
The other three are ordinary third-year students and have nothing to do with Ma Kun.
"What a coincidence."
Ma Kun stood on the other side of the ring and grinned at Ning Yuan. There was an undisguised malice in that smile.
"I didn't expect that we would be assigned to the same stage."
Ning Yuan did not answer. There is no need to attack him here. We will deal with him later when he comes to power.
Ning Yuan just stood there quietly, looking straight ahead.
The host raised his right hand high. "Everyone is on your place... begin!"
The moment the voice fell, Ma Kun moved.
Without any hesitation, the Second Soul Ring under his feet lit up instantly, and a layer of pale yellow petrified luster appeared on the surface of his body.
It is obviously a defense amplification type Soul Skill.
At the same time, he winked at the followers on the left and right, and the two of them understood each other and outflanked Ning Yuan, one from the left and the other from the right.
Three against one.
And under the rules of melee, this style of play is not considered a foul, because the rules only stipulate that the three people remaining in the ring advance, and do not prohibit joining forces.
In the stands, some people started talking in low voices.
"Isn't that Ma Kun? Why did he go after the new student as soon as he came up?"
"Didn't you hear? That freshman offended the Fourth Prince on the first day he registered. Ma Kun is the Fourth Prince's person. Isn't this obvious?"
"Three against one, this new student will probably be carried down directly."
"What a pity. I heard he is quite talented..."
Dugu Yan was sitting in the stands on the other side, holding a tea cup in his hand, his eyes falling on the third arena, his face expressionless, but his fingers holding the tea paused slightly.
Ning Yuan stood there, looking at the two people who were outflanking him from the left and right, and then glanced at Ma Kun behind him, who was getting ready to attack, without any change in his expression.
"The battle is not small."
The next second, Ning Yuan's right hand slowly raised.
His palms are white and slender, with five fingers spread out and the palms facing down.
Several tentacles as dark as ink swayed in the wind.
Then, give it a gentle squeeze.
"Boom--!"
The floor of the arena suddenly cracked!
Several vines as black as ink broke out from the gaps in the stone slabs, each one as thick as an adult's arm, with dark purple lines flowing on the surface, squirming like living creatures, and swept towards the followers on the left and right!
Before the two followers could react, black vines wrapped around their ankles, waists, and arms like pythons.
They struggled desperately, trying to release Soul Skill to break free, but the toughness of the vines far exceeded their expectations. The more they struggled, the tighter they became.
The next second, the vines tightened suddenly and swung upwards!
Two figures rose into the air, crossed two parabolas, and crossed the guardrail of the arena. They hit the grass outside with two muffled "bang bang" sounds.
One face-to-face meeting and two people were eliminated.
The whole place was quiet for a moment.
In the stands, the voices that were still discussing just now suddenly stopped.
Ma Kun's expression changed at that moment.
His original plan was to hold the front by himself, and let two followers attack from the flanks, forcing Ning Yuan to reveal its flaws, and then capture it in one fell swoop.
But he never expected that Ning Yuan only needed three breaths to send his two helpers directly out of the ring.
And Martial Soul has not been used yet. How powerful is Ning Yuan?
The next second...
"You're the only one left."