The senior brothers fell silent when they saw the silver notes that Jia Xitong had taken out.

They were able to accept that their junior classmates were richer than them.

But my junior brother's Warcraft pets are all richer than theirs, which is really frustrating.

The second senior brother hesitated for a moment, but still took the silver note—he should have known better than to ask.

At this moment, the eleventh senior brother quietly sat down and then quietly moved the basket containing Jia Xitong aside. "Xitong, your senior brother wants to discuss something with you."

"ah?"

"You know that my senior brother is extremely talented, but he lives in poverty."

Eleventh Senior Brother said earnestly, "Could Xitong invest two hundred coins in me? I'll pay you back when I become successful."

The eldest brother overheard their conversation and coldly moved Jia Xitong back to the center, saying, "Eleven, you should act like a senior brother."

##

Thump—

A series of deep, muffled drumbeats followed, and it began!

Everyone turned their attention downwards, where two men of similar build and age stood in the center of the arena.

The battle between the two sides was very intense, which surprised the fellow disciples around them.

"This year's new disciples are quite good."

"He reached the Martial Realm at a young age, and he has quite a lot of combat experience."

A group of people watched the competition below intently, occasionally commenting on the moves of both sides. Jia Xitong listened from the side and felt for the first time that she understood the martial arts practitioners' moves and routines.

In the afternoon, it was finally Shang Yanting's turn.

When he went on stage, he unexpectedly ran into an old acquaintance again—

Song Yu'er.

To be honest, Jia Xitong was somewhat incredulous when she saw her. After all, how could someone so bad be in the top ten?

She didn't rely on her abilities, but on her manpower.

The tournament's draw system has a bug—everyone has a certain probability of drawing a strong or weak opponent.

Whenever she drew a strong opponent, a disciple of the Song family would exchange their own lot with her.

She successfully made it into the top ten, thanks to the protection of many members of the Song family.

There's a reason for this. The peak master of Jinyang Peak promised the head of the Song family that if Song Yu'er made it into the top five, she could become his personal disciple.

Now she is only one step away from becoming a direct disciple.

Song Yu'er looked at the Qing Shuang Peak disciple in front of her and gave him a slight bow. "I am Song Yu'er from the Song family. It is an honor to spar with you, senior brother. I hope you will show mercy."

Her movements were gentle, and her voice was soft and sweet, making one involuntarily feel tenderness and pity for her.

The battle may not have even begun, but Song Yu'er has already unleashed her ultimate weapon. Her seemingly frail appearance has been a great help in her journey of overcoming obstacles.

At this moment, Shang Moyun's voice came from outside the arena, "You kid on the stage, if my fiancée is even slightly injured, you're in big trouble."

oh!

Hearing this, the people around her let out ambiguous sighs, and Song Yu'er, who was standing on the stage, blushed immediately. "Brother Mo Yun, please don't joke. Of course, we must do our best and be fair in the competition."

After she finished speaking, her face flushed, she bowed to Shang Yanting and said softly, "The man below is my brother. He is very protective of me, so I hope you won't mind."

After saying that, she stuck out her tongue, looking like she was saying, "I'm so cute!"

hetui

Jia Xitong, who is in the male protagonist's sea of ​​consciousness, has already seen through everything.

Song Yu'er is trying to distance herself from Shang Moyun, tell Shang Yanting that she is still single, and imply that he should cherish her and that there will be opportunities to take things further in the future, right?

With these methods, she can only fool unsuspecting losers.

At this moment, fans of the original work can only sigh that Song Yu'er truly deserves to be the female supporting character with the most haters in the entire book, and the only one who was not added to the harem.

That's both toxic and stupid.

##

The two clashed head-on.

Song Yu'er's weapon was a long whip.

The long whip cracked and snapped in the air as it launched a fierce attack on Shang Yanting.

In the surrounding stands, watching Song Yu'er's attack, someone couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect Jin Yang Peak to have such a powerful female disciple. Her whip technique is truly impressive!"

"She's also quite good-looking, comparable to Junior Sister Zhang Chuxi from Shengyang Peak."

Mentioning this, a disciple who had witnessed Zhang Shimei's transformation into Mei Chaofeng during a competition suddenly looked somewhat embarrassed.

I remember the last time I fought against Junior Sister Zhang Chuxi, it was also this Qing Shuang Peak disciple.

Will this time be...?

Before they could think any further, a scream rang out from the field.

Song Yu'er was whipped hard by herself, tearing her disciple's robe and revealing the white cotton underneath. The skin beneath the clothes ached faintly.

"Is Miss Song alright?"

Shang Yanting stood not far away, looking at her with a concerned smile on his face.

For some reason, Song Yu'er sensed disdain from the other party.

At least she was born into a wealthy family and was called a prodigy from a young age.

Anger rose from the depths of her heart as she felt offended, and she channeled her inner strength into the long whip in her hand.

One lash, two lashes, three lashes.

Each time, the opponent managed to evade her grasp.

Enraged, Song Yu'er unleashed another powerful whip strike. Suddenly, Shang Yanting drew his steel longsword, the whip wrapping around the blade and curving straight toward her.

The sharp barb hidden at the very tip of the whip extended and slashed towards her neck.

"ah!"

Song Yu'er threw away the long whip and squatted down, the sharp thorn grazing her forehead.

A wound ran from her left forehead down into her right hairline, the flesh turned inside out and deep enough to expose the bone, with a large amount of blood flowing down her eyelids.

The little beauty is extremely terrifying at this moment.

What's the point of having a competition?

Song Yu'er couldn't help but scream, her face!

The academy's doctor arrived shortly after, and Song Yu'er was taken away in the ensuing chaos.

"asshole!"

Seeing his woman so badly injured, Shang Moyun, like an enraged lion, drew his sword and stepped onto the arena, shouting, "You surnamed Yan, I'm going to kill you!"

"How dare you!"

When a student caused a disturbance in the examination room, the teacher in charge sternly stopped him.

Martial arts trials are not trivial matters. So what if you get injured? As long as it doesn't affect your martial arts training or your life, everything else is within the permissible range.

Moreover, they were watching from the sidelines; the disciple on the stage was merely injured by accident.

Upon hearing this, Shang Moyun's face turned ashen. "I want to challenge him!"

"This is a competition for new talents."

The examiner frowned, clearly displeased with his attitude.

Shang Moyun took out a token from his waist and threw it onto the examiner's desk with a thud.

The token gleamed with gold and was engraved with the two characters "Shang Mou".

The teachers' expressions changed upon seeing the token, and even the chief examiner was less imposing than before.

A member of the Shang family and an ordinary disciple...

There's no need to compare which is more important or less important.

The examiners whispered amongst themselves before turning back to the people on the stage. "The Newcomer Competition has no duels, only contests. Since there are objections, I will grant you permission to have an additional contest."

Upon hearing this, Shang Moyun revealed a ferocious smile, "Yan Qing, is it? I'm going to tear you apart."