Chapter 2185 - 2182: The Unlucky Group

Chapter 2185: Chapter 2182: The Unlucky Group

The one who was kicked away by Situ Ruoling was actually Fatty Huang. Fatty hurriedly crawled out, wiped the corner of his mouth, and Lin Tian noticed that it was blood. Situ Ruoling’s attack, being fueled by anger, was not ordinary.

"Benefactor..." Fatty Huang also noticed Lin Tian, and was instantly overjoyed, immediately forgetting the humiliation from the kick.

Situ Ruoling glanced at Lin Tian’s side, snorted heavily, raised her head, puffed out her chest, and walked towards the position of the Situ family.

"Too arrogant, really incorrigible, I’m going to teach her a lesson!" Ling Shuiyao couldn’t hold back and rolled up her sleeves, ready to start a martial arts duel early.

Fatty Huang quickly stopped her, shaking his head vigorously: "Miss, I’m fine, no need to stand up for me, lest it drags you down, Miss."

Ling Shuiyao glared and said angrily, "Who said I’m standing up for you? I just can’t bear it and want to teach her a lesson."

"Then Miss shouldn’t take action either. Situ Ruoling, relying on the Situ family, is like a leech, clinging to anyone it gets, not letting go without sucking some blood." Fatty Huang quickly persuaded.

This Fatty, after being kicked and cursed, still seemed unconcerned, his temper was unusually good, and Lin Tian was a bit surprised.

"Fatty Huang, your analogy is quite good, but do you really not know who this girl is?" Lin Tian pointed at Ling Shuiyao and laughed.

Fatty Huang shook his head honestly, indicating he didn’t know: "It’s my first time wandering the Jianghu, and I don’t know many people."

Lin Tian smiled and introduced: "This is the little princess of the Ling family, Ling Shuiyao. She is not afraid of Situ Ruoling."

"Ah? This girl is Ling Shuiyao? Doesn’t look as unruly as they say." Fatty Huang’s face bore a large exclamation mark, and his words were blunt, not noticing that Little La Jiao’s face was already thunderous, about to explode.

Lin Tian and Xiao Manxuan held back their laughter, and sure enough, Ling Shuiyao was very angry: "Who dares to say I’m unruly? Fatty, who said it!"

A surge of killing intent made Little La Jiao’s eyebrows stand up, scaring Fatty Huang into shrinking his neck and whispering: "It seems... seems like it was the Situ family’s disciples who said it."

"Them again, daring to ruin my image, tired of living..." Ling Shuiyao clenched her petite fists and was about to rush over to have a big fight with the Situ family.

This time, it was Miss who stopped her, advising helplessly: "Shuiyao, if you cause trouble now, they might counter-accuse you of slander and disrupting the venue, taking the opportunity to remove your qualification to participate in the Ancient Martial competition. By then, you’ll have to watch as the Situ family advances all the way. Do you want that?"

"Sister is right. If you want revenge, just beat them up hard in the arena, and do it openly." Xiao Manxuan also offered her advice.

Ling Shuiyao’s eyes lit up, her face clearing up with a smile: "This idea is good, very good. But, if I don’t get to meet them, Sister Manxue, you’ll have to beat them up for me."

"Of course." Miss replied indifferently.

"I’ll tell big brother later that if he meets someone from the Situ family, he shouldn’t hold back." Yun Xiaotian also said.

The heroines discussed how to beat people up. Lin Tian and Fatty Huang exchanged a glance, both with black lines on their faces, thinking, don’t ever provoke a woman, especially a beautiful one.

"The hour has arrived..." a shout suddenly rang out, abruptly interrupting all discussions.

An elder walked out, wearing plain clothes, with a pattern embroidered on the collar, the emblem of the Ling family.

Although the elder was of old age, the shout just now was incredibly loud, like striking a bronze bell, vibrating the eardrums, buzzing. Especially those with ordinary martial power had to cover their ears.

"Such profound power." Lin Tian couldn’t help but praise.

"Of course, the Ninth Elder is an Innate Expert, and his mastery of the Sky Shrieking Skill is honed to perfection. Ordinary Ancient Martial Artists might bleed from their seven apertures and suffer severe internal injuries from just one move of the Tiger Roar." Ling Shuiyao proudly lifted her chin.

"Sky Shrieking Skill? What a badass name, how does it compare to the Lion Roar Skill?" Lin Tian was half curious, half joking.

"Lion Roar Skill? I’ve never heard of it." Ling Shuiyao blinked, shaking her head.

"Next, let’s have the Ling Pavilion Master speak." The elder spoke for a while and then invited Ling Zishan.

The Ling family, being the host, naturally had the main position in the square, and Ling Pavilion Master, as the Langya Pavilion Master, held the main seat of the main positions.

Ling Zishan did not stand up but said plainly: "I just want to remind all contestants that this competition is of great importance, and each one of you must bring out your true abilities. Otherwise, you will regret it."

"Alright, let’s not say more nonsense, please bring out the grouping list." Ling Zishan’s words were succinct, and though not loud, they reached everyone’s ears, mysteriously.

The elder waved, and two disciples of Langya Pavilion carried a bulletin board into the arena, placing it prominently where every contestant could see.

On the bulletin board was a large sheet of white paper, with many names written on it in calligraphy. These calligraphy characters were very neat, and any Ancient Martial Artist could clearly read them at a glance.

All the Ancient Martial Artists’ attention was immediately drawn to it, each contestant looking for their name and group.

The scene, which had just quieted down, stirred again. Those assigned to good groups were naturally happy, while those in unfortunate groups were incredibly dejected.

It’s not that their resolve is weak, but the unfortunate group truly has no hope. For example, being grouped with Ji Zimo means certain defeat.

Ji Zimo, the number one young person in the Ancient Martial World, an Innate Expert, practices the Emperor Heart Technique. Most Ancient Martial Artists might not even have the courage to fight. It’s not that they fear death or losing, but they are clearly aware of the gap between them.

"I’m done for, I’m grouped with Xiao Manxue, she has the Hua Ying Sword and is in the Postnatal Perfection Realm, second only to Ji Zimo in strength." A male Ancient Martial Artist had a complex look. Being grouped with a beauty was supposed to be a joy, but he couldn’t find any joy.

"You should be content, at least your opponent is a beauty, surrendering might leave a good impression. I was grouped with Ji Zimo, who can be worse off than me."

"None of you are worse off than me. I’m grouped with Situ Ruoling. Not fighting feels unwilling, fighting means bad results, losing will surely lead to a heavy beating from her, given her nasty character. If I win, she might retaliate afterwards."

"Hmph, with that mindset, how do you even dare to compete? I think you should just stay hidden." Some couldn’t bear their self-pity and complained.

"Exactly, Martial Artists should forge ahead, losing is not a big deal, what’s important is what we learn from it."

There were those who were frustrated, but also those who were happy, some feeling fortunate, others considering themselves quite competent, having a chance to fight, and some with strong willpower, fearless of winning or losing.

Lin Tian glanced at the grouping list, all participants were divided into group A, B, C, D... and so on.

Group A: Ji Zimo, Liu Xiaoxiao, Yu Lin...