C482 Cyan Yellow Phlegm
C482 Cyan Yellow Phlegm
"You guys stay behind, I'll go up. I feel that something isn't right, maybe that lurker is waiting for this opportunity." Old Mrs. Ji dismissed the crowd and stood on the teleportation nexus.
Wu Shuang also stood still on the spot. He was only three meters away from Old Mrs. Ji. Their faces faced each other as they maintained a strange balance.
In the next moment, Old Mrs. Ji took a step forward. The teleportation nexus under their feet also shone brilliantly at the same time. When they were teleported to the floating building, Old Mrs. Ji and Wu Shuang changed positions.
Wu Shuang did not stop. He disappeared along the side of the tunnel like a breeze, leaving Old Mrs. Ji looking left and right on the spot as if sensing something.
The interior decorations of the floating buildings were very grand, unlike the common upstarts who used beautiful patterns and gold inlaid jade to announce their wealth. What surprised Wu Shuang was that the arrogant Wang Family Department looked very elegant.
The brick walls of ivory white, decorated with all kinds of high-grade colors and ancient display, walked inside as if came to an old museum.
The appearance of Heavenly Sound Master who passed through them were all different. Only a few youngsters wore white robes and a vermillion mask.
From their conversation, I know that these young men in white and red masks are the ones participating in the battle.
Every time he won, his body would be infected by a cyan color, and on the other hand, it would be yellow. When he reached five yellow rays, he would be eliminated, and the final number of places would be determined by his cyan color.
Wu Shuang was hiding in a corner. After a while, a somewhat dejected white-robed person walked in front of him. On his body, four earthen yellow markings seemed to be particularly eye-catching.
"Looks like he's an unlucky guy." Wu Shuang took a closer look at this person's height and figure. He found that this person was almost the same as him, so he jumped out and threw a palm attack at the back of his head.
As soon as the person heard the approaching footsteps, he was hit hard. His vision went black and he fell into Wu Shuang's arms, being dragged into the shadows.
However, Wu Shuang, who wore a white robe and a red face, imitated that person's look. He sighed and walked forward, heading in the direction of the hall where Wang Miaoyan was.
The closer they got to the hall, the more Heavenly Sound Master they met along the way. There were also two digits of people like him, most of them were yellow and green, there was really no one like Wu Shuang.
Looking at this guy who fought four battles and four defeats, there was no trace of sympathy in the warrior's eyes. He didn't even want to be his partner. His face was full of contempt and ridicule.
A good-for-nothing like him should have been transported to some remote area, staying in the capital was simply losing face for the clan.
Speaking of the more remote areas, some time ago, there was a wild girl who came from the Shangning City. Her cultivation was not very high, only her battle song was exceptionally terrifying, it was actually a Spirit Melody.
This dark horse called Wang Miaoyan had also become the hot topic of this battle. However, there was a saying that the Wooden Fragrance Lin Feng would destroy it. Her domineering attitude naturally hurt the interests of a large group of people.
Under the control of the secret chamber, the opponents were all fierce. Regardless of victory or defeat, every battle was a tough one. To a young girl like her, it was a little harsh.
Wu Shuang followed the crowd and walked into the sparring hall. He stood at the very end and listened to the whispers, which allowed him to get a general idea of the names of several popular contestants, including Wang Miaoyan's name.
Through the layers of people looking forward, Wu Shuang's gaze focused on a petite figure. Everyone's mask had a number on it. Wang Miaoyan's number was 187, while his was 133.
Wu Shuang noticed that Wang Miaoyan's record was four cyan, which could be said to be very prominent. A person like her who had won four battles could be counted with two hands, and they were relatively in front. Unlike Wu Shuang, they could only stand at the back.
At this moment, on the high platform in the center of the arena, a giant man as strong as a bear cleared his throat and shouted, "Alright, half an hour's time is up. Now, let the martial arena continue.
The giant man's voice was amplified by the war song, ensuring that everyone could hear him clearly. The moment he finished his words, the atmosphere in the sparring hall immediately became lively.
Wu Shuang also pretended to not dare to look up as he listened to every number seriously.
When Wu Shuang heard the word 187, his expression shook. He immediately looked at the figure behind her and saw her take a deep breath. She pushed through the crowd and walked to the middle ring. Her opponent also entered the ring at almost the same time.
She was also a woman with a graceful figure. Her mask said 23. When she went up on stage, cheers and applause burst out from the martial artists below.
"Miss Zhuo is mighty! Miss Zhuo is invincible!"
"Miss Zhuo, teach this country bumpkin a lesson."
The voices of the fighters shifted to number 23. Her body was also dyed in four cyan, but her cultivation was at the early stage of Flowing Cloud. She was two levels higher than Wang Miaoyan.
Among those who cheered for her, on one side was to curry favor with her status as the granddaughter of an elder, and on the other side was to borrow her hand to suppress or take revenge on Wang Miaoyan. After all, her performance was too aggressive, and those who lost to her even had a direct descendant of Wang Family.
On the stage, Miss Zhuo stood erect like a towering snowy mountain, looking down on the young girl before her. Her mocking voice penetrated through the mask and entered into the ears of the crowd.
"Wild girl, don't think that you can act presumptuously in this house just by beating a few weak feet. I'm not the same as them, don't say that I didn't warn you, if you scram now, I can still give you a wide berth. When you fight later, be careful of ruining your face."
As Miss Zhuo spoke, she blossomed into her own charm. As the melody revolved around her, a colourful beast appeared above her head, and her body instantly elongated and grew taller. The outline of her face turned into the head of a leopard, and her hands opened up.
Following her battle song, the entire arena broke out in applause.
Unlike the popular war songs of transmogrification, Miss Zhuo's "Wind Blade Leopard" was a masterpiece created for her by Warsong Master . Its effects far surpassed that of a normal upper class song, reaching the level of a half-step spirit melody.
If it were not for the rule in the Cyan and Yellow Duels that Warsong Outfit s were not allowed to be used, her battle power would have been multiplied by several times.
Facing the domineering Miss Zhuo, Wang Miaoyan said nothing. Rather than wasting her energy on meaningless arguments, she might as well concentrate on winning this battle.
The battle song "Flying Flames" played. It was also a song written by Wang Miaoyan herself. In terms of the effects of the battle song, she was on par with Miss Zhuo's "Wind Blade Leopard", but the difference in their cultivations was too great.
However, after experiencing so many battles, everyone knew that she still had her final battle song. It was unknown who would win and who would lose.
Looking at the two girls who were playing a war song, the referee standing in the middle of the arena coldly said, "Both sides, prepare, the match..."
"Begin!"