Beating You Is Well Within My Ability
The news that the young master of the White Dragon Tribe had chosen the young master of the Black Dragon Clan to compete attracted a large number of Dragon Race to watch.
The fifteenth competition platform where they were located was instantly surrounded by a huge crowd of young people who loved to watch the excitement.
The battle between this former engaged couple was exactly the kind of spectacle that the fiercely combative Dragon Race loved to watch.
Sang Ying, sword in hand, walked step by step onto the dueling platform. Her imposing aura seemed to emanate from her, striking at the hearts of everyone present and instilling a sense of trepidation in them.
The young master of the Golden Dragon Clan, who had always been on good terms with Hong Yan, even asked his friend, "This Young Master Bai seems to have some real skills! Were you really defeated by her back then?"
The young master of the Golden Dragon Clan knew his friend's temperament well and knew that if his friend hadn't lost, he definitely wouldn't have allowed such rumors to spread.
So even though the parties involved didn't admit it, he was already certain that his old friend had definitely been taken advantage of by the girl.
"Yes, I lost!" Hong Yan admitted decisively. "She's very strong!"
The young master of the Golden Dragon Clan stared wide-eyed in astonishment, hardly believing that his competitive old friend would say such a thing.
He thought for a moment, then asked, "So, who do you think will win this match between Young Master Bai and Xuan Jingshan?"
Hong Yan immediately affirmed, "It must be Bai Qinglong!"
The young master of the Golden Dragon Clan nodded, then turned and walked out of the crowd.
Hong Yan asked curiously, "Where have you been? The competition hasn't even started yet!"
"There's a betting match outside between two people. I'm going to join in and earn some pocket money!" The young master of the Golden Dragon Clan waved his hand at him and answered without turning his head.
Hong Yan snorted coldly, "Boring..."
Not long after, the spot where Hong Yan had been standing was now empty.
When the two met again at a gambling stall, Hong Yan's embarrassment was self-evident.
This was the first time Xuan Jingshan had directly faced Sang Ying's oppressive aura. He had never imagined that his former fiancée would have such a powerful presence. As she walked towards him step by step, she was like a ferocious beast descending from the mountain to hunt.
But Xuan Jingshan was not so easily frightened. "I didn't expect Young Master Bai to participate in the competition. What, Young Master Bai has recovered?"
"Not yet," Sang Ying replied, "But that's enough to beat you up."
She deftly twirled her sword, and after a gong sounded, she headed straight for the entrance of Xuan Jingshan.
Sang Ying only wanted a quick victory against Xuan Jingshan, so every move she made was much more ruthless than when she fought Hong Yan.
Xuan Jingshan is undoubtedly a rare and powerful individual, but compared to Sang Ying, who has honed her skills on the Gods and Devils Battlefield for hundreds of years, she still appears too inexperienced.
He couldn't match Sang Ying's speed, nor did he possess Hong Yan's immense strength.
At first, he could barely hold his own against Sang Ying, but as the game progressed, he was constantly being pressured and beaten, leaving him covered in wounds.
Sang Ying's ruthlessness made Xuan Jingshan suspect several times that she really wanted to kill him.
Just as he was filled with fear, thinking he was going to die on the competition stage, Sang Ying kicked him off.
Xuan Jingshan fell to the ground, listening to the gasps of surprise from those around him. He felt both resentment and a quiet sense of relief.
Seeing this, the referee struck the gong again and then announced loudly, "Bai Qinglong of the White Dragon Tribe wins!"
From her vantage point on the arena, Sang Ying looked down at Xuan Jingshan as he was helped away by his servants. The Dragon Race surrounding the arena, both men and women, cheered and applauded for her.
But Sang Ying didn't miss the resentful look Xuan Jingshan gave her as he left.
This person is petty and vindictive. They didn't even make it past the preliminary rounds of the competition, so they'll definitely hold a grudge. But it doesn't matter; they won't have time to cause her trouble soon enough.
Because before that, she'll go and cause trouble for the Black Dragon Clan!
High on the stands, an elderly man with white hair and beard looked down at the young woman surrounded by a crowd, his gaze lingering for a moment on her exceptionally beautiful face.
"Is that Bai Yi's daughter?" the old man asked softly.
The person standing nearby quickly bowed and replied, "Yes, that girl's name is Bai Qinglong, and she is now the young master of the White Dragon Tribe."
The old man nodded, his expression becoming even more serene. "Not bad, you do have some of Bai Yi's flair."
Those around him secretly noted the old man's praise, and also firmly remembered Sang Ying's face. Children praised by this man invariably achieve something extraordinary.
This match against Xuan Jingshan can be said to have made Sang Ying famous overnight.
She then received challenges from many people, and without exception, they all fell to her. As a result, Sang Ying became the first person in this competition to achieve a 30-game winning streak and pass the preliminary round.
Moreover, when people began to pay attention to other White Dragon Tribe through Sang Ying, they were surprised to find that most of the White Dragon Tribe, whom they considered to be of low strength, had actually advanced to the second round of the competition!
On the contrary, the Black Dragon Clan, which was previously favored by everyone, not only saw its young master fail in the preliminary round, but also had very few members advancing to the second round.
Those who were interested in inquiring learned that not only the White Dragon Tribe, which had a past grudge against the Black Dragon Clan, but also the Red Dragon Clan and the Golden Dragon Clan had intervened and joined forces to target the Black Dragon Clan.
Thus, this dark horse was eliminated midway through the competition, before it even reached the finals.
The inside story remained unknown to the others, but their apprehension towards Young Master Bai only grew stronger...
In contrast to the bustling Jialan City, the Gods and Devils Battlefield, thousands of miles away, was unusually quiet.
The young warrior in white armor yawned, still somewhat unaccustomed to the peaceful days ahead.
He stared at the blood-soaked battlefield, straining his eyes to try and spot the blackness belonging to the Devil Creature.
His companion patted him on the shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Since the young master left, there are fewer and fewer Devil Creature here. I'm still getting used to it," the warrior replied.
His companions mocked him, "Isn't it good that there are fewer Devil Creature? Once all these cracks are sealed up, we won't have to guard this wretched place anymore!"
The warrior nodded repeatedly upon hearing this. If all the cracks were sealed, no more Dragon Race would perish here!
The two chatted for a few more minutes, mostly about their hopes for the future.
But they hadn't been talking for long when the soldier suddenly noticed something was wrong. "Hey, come take a look, isn't that a dark figure up ahead?"
Upon hearing this, his companion quickly got up to look, but he couldn't find the dark figure the other person was talking about.
He muttered, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? There's no such thing as..."
He swallowed the rest of his sentence, because when he turned around again, the warrior was gone, leaving only his weapon and a pool of blood.
At the same moment, in the White Dragon Tribe General's tent, the Devil-Sealing Pearl, which had remained unchanged for many years, suddenly fell and shattered on the ground...
A note from the author:
Sorry I'm late today. I wasn't feeling well, but I promise I won't be late tomorrow! Trust me!
Thank you everyone for your support!