Chapter 2186 - 2183: The Battle Begins

Chapter 2186: Chapter 2183: The Battle Begins

Group B, Xiao Manxue, Wan Fei, Hou Xinchang...

Group C, Situ Yufeng, Zhao Lihe...

...

Lin Tian gradually saw familiar names and was basically clear about who their seeded players were.

"Fatty, look quickly, you and Situ Ruoling are in the same group!" Ling Shuiyao suddenly shouted.

Lin Tian quickly scanned backward and indeed saw Fatty Huang’s group: Group G, Situ Ruoling, Fatty Huang...

"Turns out your name is really Little Fatty, I thought your dad was calling you by a nickname." Lin Tian laughed.

"Lin Tian, you’re still laughing, if Situ Ruoling wins later, she’ll be smug again." Ling Shuiyao said indignantly.

"If she advances, it’s perfect; if you meet her, you could teach her a lesson, isn’t that what you want to see? Also, there’s still Little Fatty; he might not necessarily lose." Lin Tian said calmly.

"Fatty Huang? I’m very skeptical; don’t let him get kicked flying again." Ling Shuiyao glanced at Fatty Huang, full of disbelief. Fatty was just kicked flying by Situ Ruoling with one move earlier; how could he be a match?

Fatty Huang didn’t mind, scratched his head, and honestly smiled: "I came to Langya Pavilion not to participate in the competition, but to find the Shaoyang Pill. Now that my dad’s injuries are fine, I don’t care about winning or losing in the competition."

Ling Shuiyao frowned and said unhappily: "Fatty Huang, can you show a bit of masculinity? You’ve been kicked, don’t you want revenge?"

"No, my dad said I can’t hit women." Fatty Huang said very straightforwardly.

One sentence made several beauties laugh, while Ling Shuiyao showed an expression of helplessness. Facing such a person with no fighting spirit, how could she expect him to counter Ling Shuiyao?

"Miss Shuiyao, don’t push Little Fatty. As long as you advance, you’ll have a chance to meet Situ Ruoling." Lin Tian was indifferent; whatever Little Fatty did was his own choice, and Lin Tian wouldn’t influence him as an "benefactor."

Besides, he really didn’t care about this competition; he only came to watch the Miss’s match.

"Next, I’ll introduce the judges for this Ancient Martial Arts competition..." The elder spoke again, interrupting everyone’s discussion: "Langya Pavilion’s Ling Zishan, Wang Family’s Wang Wanxi, Qingshuang Pavilion’s Tang Xuan Su, Ji Family’s Ji Wancheng, Situ family’s Situ Yuanzhong, Yuwen family’s Yuwen Chenghua, Loose Cultivator representative, Hong Xinji..."

Tang Xuan Su? Lin Tian heard this name, his heart stirred, and he looked diagonally opposite, indeed seeing Qingshuang Pavilion’s people. Actually, Qingshuang Pavilion was the most eye-catching of the sects because they were all women, and all beauties.

From Tang Xuan Su, Tang Ziqing, Tang Muling, to female disciples below, none had low looks. However, perhaps due to their sword cultivation, they all appeared very cold.

Back then, Miss was also like this. After this period of interaction, she had changed slightly.

Seemingly sensing Lin Tian’s gaze, Tang Xuan Su slightly lifted her eyes, her gaze meeting Lin Tian’s. But there were no sparks or gunpowder because Tang Xuan Su was too indifferent, as if looking at a stranger, her gaze showed no waves.

Lin Tian internally chuckled, raised his brows playfully, as if not facing an "enemy," but rather flirting with a young lady. Tang Xuan Su hadn’t reacted yet, but Tang Muling was somewhat angry; how dare someone flirt with the Pavilion Master so casually.

She grasped the Purple Lightning Sword behind her, seemingly about to make a move. Next to her, Tang Ziqing pulled her and shook her head, her eyes clearly saying, "You’re no match for Lin Tian."

Miss happened to see this scene and almost fainted from Lin Tian’s antics, couldn’t help but kick his back: "Don’t use your girl-flirting tactics on the Pavilion Master; you’ll anger her."

"I just want to anger her, to see if she truly has a heart as calm as still water." Lin Tian smiled lightly.

Back then, her Sword Qi had ambushed him, if not for the zombie body, he would be disabled if not dead, which showed Tang Xuan Su’s coldness in effortlessly crippling a stranger.

Miss also understood Lin Tian’s thoughts, sighed slightly: "The Pavilion Master has dedicated her life to the way of the sword; if she were to develop emotional desires because of you, her Dao heart would be broken, and her skills would be wasted."

"Really?" Lin Tian raised his brows, his eyes showed a smile: "Luckily you’re not as heartless and unfeeling as her, or else you’d be another Tang Xuan Su."

Miss’s original Sword Intent was also cold, but Lin Tian found that after being guided by him as a "life mentor," her Sword Intent had gained a little warmth.

Lin Tian always felt if cultivation made one lose humanity, then what was the point of cultivating at all.

"Next, the judges will randomly draw lots, selecting a group to start the first match." The elder announced loudly.

A Ling Family disciple held out a large bamboo tube, full of bamboo sticks with the words Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding....

The disciple first presented it to Ling Zishan, but Ling Zishan waved her hand, saying: "Senior Ji has the highest rank; the first match should be initiated by him."

Ling Zishan’s words gave enough face to the Ji Family and demonstrated the Ling Family’s demeanor and education, avoiding criticism. Although these old men were indeed old, many were quite petty, and careless acts might result in accusations of disrespecting elders.

The disciple then took the bamboo tube away, placing it on the table before Ji Wancheng.

Ji Wancheng finally opened his eyes, although his face showed nothing, his eyes revealed he was satisfied with Ling Zishan’s arrangement.

Just like before at Qingshuang Pavilion, the Ji family also regarded themselves as the "Alliance Hierarch," displayed a grand manner, and self-styled as the orthodox.

However, Ji Wancheng didn’t touch the bamboo tube but lightly tapped the table, with a soft thud, a bamboo stick flew out and landed on the table.

This stealthy technique could be achieved by many Ancient Martial Artists, but to do it so effortlessly without any traces, not everyone could. Ji Wancheng’s cunning was evident, showing a bit, flaunting the Ji family’s strength.

Everyone stretched their necks to look at the bamboo stick, Ji Wancheng indifferently announced: "The opener for the first match, Group A!"

Wow...

The crowd roared to life because Group A contained someone who captured everyone’s attention, one of the seeded players, the number one young person in the Ancient Martial World, Ji Zimo.

Many automatically ignored Lin Tian, as he wasn’t participating, and in their eyes, the top of the scene was undoubtedly Ji Zimo. No one expected to see Ji Zimo in the first match, something many eagerly anticipated.

With such an exciting start, the Ancient Martial Artists naturally were immensely thrilled.

"Ji Wancheng surely did that intentionally, to establish Ji Zimo’s authority." Ling Shuiyao pouted, expressing her discontent.

But in the next moment, the cheers of the Ancient Martial Artists drowned out her voice.

"Zimo, Zimo..."

"Zimo Number One..."

Many young Ancient Martial Artists cheered, among them numerous young female Ancient Martial Artists; Ji Zimo was handsome and talented, his reputation high among the younger generation in the Ancient Martial world, naturally attracting many fans.