However, facing the woman’s full-force attack, Stout remained unmoved, showing no intention of making a move at all.
Several sword energies unleashed by the woman struck Stout’s defensive Chi, producing a crisp sound but having no other effect.
“Hmm?!” After the wave of attacks, a look of surprise flashed across the woman’s face. Obviously, she didn’t expect this result. She couldn’t even break through her opponent’s defensive Chi?
At this moment, she realized the level of opponent she was facing.
“How about it? Still want to fight?” Stout looked at her and smiled faintly.
“Miss, you’re not his opponent. Give up,” at this moment, an elder in the audience shouted from the stands.
The woman exhaled heavily. Then, she glared at Stout with anger. “Bastard, do you dare reveal your name!”
“Why ask for my name? Are you planning to cling to me? Sorry, you’re not my type!” Stout shrugged again.
“You…” The woman turned red with anger, slightly eased her expression, and said coldly, “You’ll see. I will make you regret this!”
After saying this, she angrily descended from the stage.
The time came to four in the afternoon.
“Now, please welcome the participants, No. 2-208 to the stage!” The main referee stood on the platform and shouted loudly.
As he spoke, he lowered his head to check the information of the two participants displayed on the electronic device in his hand.
In this competition, all the participants’ identity information was entered into the competition system. Each referee had a terminal electronic device for checking the participants’ information at any time.
When the referee saw the information of one of the participants, he involuntarily took a sharp breath. In the information column of this participant, besides two words, there was nothing else.
Those two words were “Commander Gardner”.
He didn’t expect that Commander Gardner would draw his platform. And at the moment he was stunned, a young man with a sword leaped onto the stage. Then, with a proud expression, he scanned the audience around the stage and spoke loudly, “I am One Sword Scholar. I wonder which unlucky friend drew the same number as me? If you don’t want to lose face too much, just forfeit. Don’t come up on the stage. That way, no one will know who you are, and you won’t be too embarrassed!”
According to the rules of the competition, if a contestant did not step onto the stage within three minutes after the referee announced the number, it would be considered an automatic forfeiture.
“Who is this One Sword Scholar? Why is he so arrogant?”
“Haven’t you heard of his name? He is a true genius, second only to the Ancient Martial Eight Prodigies!”
“It is said that he has reached the cultivation of a half-step War God-Emperor. It probably won’t be long before he officially breaks through to the real God-Emperor realm!”
“So powerful?”
“…”
Once again, discussions arose in the audience stands.
“Where did this silly guy come from?” Stout, sitting in his seat, expressed his speechlessness. Then, he turned to Billy and said, “Boss, looking at his appearance, he’s definitely not a good person.”
“Although we can’t kill him, we can destroy his cultivation. When you go up later, directly turn him into a useless person, to prevent him from causing harm again!” Billy instructed.
“Frostblade, check to see what kind of person he is!” Billy didn’t respond to Stout’s words but turned to Frostblade.
“Okay!” Frostblade nodded and took out her phone to check.
At the same time, the main referee beside the stage, after hearing One Sword Scholar’s words, was choked by his own saliva, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
This was a death wish!
After a brief thought, he lifted his foot and walked towards One Sword Scholar.
“Do you have something?” One Sword Scholar looked at the referee with some confusion.
Under normal circumstances, referees would only move around the area around the stage and wouldn’t enter the dueling area unless there were special circumstances.
“I suggest you better surrender yourself!” The referee approached him and spoke softly.
Before the official opening of the competition, all main referees received a notice.
The content of the notice was roughly as follows:
In the first few rounds of the competition, to avoid troubling Commander Gardner to take action, no matter which stage Commander Gardner drew, the main referee had to make a friendly reminder to his opponent. They could directly inform the opponent of Commander Gardner’s identity. After revealing it, whether the opponent dared to continue challenging was left to the opponent’s decision.
“Are you joking?” One Sword Scholar asked, slightly puzzled.
“I’m doing this for your own good!” The referee patiently explained. “According to the rules of the competition, for the sake of fairness, participants eliminated in the earlier rounds will have one more opportunity to challenge the top 100 after the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking is officially established. If you believe you can make it into the top 100, then even after conceding today, you’ll still have one chance.”
“Otherwise, your journey in the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking competition ends here!”
“Hahaha…” One Sword Scholar burst into laughter.
After a momentary pause, he continued, “I, One Sword Scholar, have been going around for more than ten years and have never encountered anyone who could make me surrender without a fight. Don’t waste time, let him come up. I want to see who’s the person that even the main referee is pleading for!”
“Pleading?” The referee gave him a speechless look. “Do you think Commander Gardner needs someone to plead for him?”
“Isn’t this considered pleading? Before it even starts…” He stopped midway, seeming to realize something. Then, he shuddered, his face filled with horror as he looked at the referee.
“W-What did you just say? My opponent is… Commander Gardner?”
“Should I call him to come up and confirm it with you?” The referee casually spoke.
After the confirmation, One Sword Scholar didn’t hesitate for a moment. He turned around and darted towards the edge of the stage. While running, he shouted loudly to the referee, “My mom is calling me home for something urgent. I forfeit this round!”
Witnessing this scene, the audience dropped jaws collectively, a collective state of shock.
Just a moment ago, One Sword Scholar was boldly arguing with the referee, and now he turned out like this?
“What’s happening?” Stout, in his seat, was also utterly bewildered, wearing a confused expression.
“Boss, found it. One Sword Scholar, although not a saint, doesn’t have too many misdeeds.” Frostblade put away her phone and addressed Billy.
“Okay.” Billy nodded slightly.
“Frostblade, One Sword Scholar has already run away!” Stout raised his hand, pointing in the direction of the stage.
“As expected!” Frostblade responded with a slight smile.
“What do you mean?” Stout asked in confusion.
“The referee probably told him about boss’s identity.” Frostblade responded with a thoughtful expression.
“Huh? Why would the referee tell him?” Stout was puzzled once again.