Chapter 75 Encountering the Bullying Sister

The next morning at 8:05, everyone had finished washing up and started their morning exercise when the system's voice sounded.

[Ding—Congratulations to all players for successfully passing the second level and advancing to the third level! Today's competition is—the Arena!]

Players must arrive at the competition venue in the center of the island before 8:30 PM! Those who are late will be eliminated.

Upon hearing this, the five immediately stopped their morning exercise, looked at each other, and their eyes flashed with excitement and nervousness.

In the center of the island, a wide open space comes into view; that is the arena for today's competition.

A number of players had gathered around the arena, some standing and some sitting, their voices rising and falling in discussion.

In the center of the arena, a tall flagpole stands, the flag fluttering in the wind, embroidered with the four large characters "Battle of the Brave".

Sunlight shone on the arena, casting a golden halo over the four large characters.

The flags fluttered in the wind, as if cheering on the upcoming battle. Around the arena, players either chatted animatedly or watched with bated breath, anticipating the exciting duel to come.

Luo Qing and his group stood outside the crowd, their eyes fixed on the ring, their resolve and determination shining through. They knew today's match would be a tough one, requiring them to give it their all.

[Beep—Congratulations to all players for arriving on time. I will now explain the rules of the arena match.]

As the system's voice faded, the air around the arena seemed to tense up.

Suddenly, a light screen rose up in the center of the arena, displaying scrolling text that explained the rules of the competition in detail.

Luo Qing and the others read intently, and saw that the rules stated:

1. Each team of players will be drawn to compete against another team in three rounds. The winners will advance and the losers will be eliminated.

2. The three rounds of the competition are one-on-one, three-on-three, and free-for-all.

3. During the duel, any means may be used, including the possibility of harming the opponent's life.

Upon reading this, Luo Qing took a deep breath; she could feel the tension among the players around her.

Not far away, a burly player clenched his fists, his eyes burning with fighting spirit; another closed his eyes to rest, seemingly adjusting his breathing, preparing for the upcoming duel.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled shadows on the ground surrounding the arena.

Luo Qing and her teammates stood in the crowd. In front of each team was an antique-style lottery box with intricate patterns carved on its wooden surface and a faint woody fragrance.

"Sister Luo, you draw," Fang Tai said, and the others agreed.

Luo Qing took a deep breath, reached out and slowly opened the lottery box. Inside lay dozens of bamboo sticks, each engraved with a different number.

Her fingers glided lightly between the bamboo skewers, finally pinching one and carefully pulling it out.

Meanwhile, players from other teams were performing the same actions, and the air was thick with tension and anticipation.

Luo Qing looked down at the bamboo skewer in her hand; the number "9" on it was particularly clear in the sunlight.

Her heart tightened; she knew this would be their next opponent.

As the draw concluded, the area around the arena suddenly changed.

The once empty ground was instantly divided into ten independent small arenas, each surrounded by a high fence with bright flags hanging on it, fluttering in the wind.

Luo Qing's ninth group's arena was located in a corner of the venue. The sunlight slanted across the arena, making the hard stone surface seem to shimmer.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if even the wind was holding its breath.

The groups that hadn't yet had their turn gathered around the various arenas as spectators, their chatter rising and falling as they eagerly anticipated the intense battles to come.

Luo Qing led her teammates, their steps firm as they walked towards the ninth arena. The sunlight cast long shadows behind them, as if foreshadowing the upcoming contest.

As they approached the ring, a familiar figure came into view.

Luo Qing's gaze froze instantly, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. The woman standing in the opposing team was none other than Tian Ke, who had bullied her in junior high school.

Tian Keye spotted Luo Qing immediately. A hint of surprise flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by disdain and provocation. A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips, and she defiantly waved her fist at Luo Qing.

Luo Qing took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart. She understood that she was no longer the girl who could be bullied at will, but a brave warrior standing on the stage, ready to compete with her opponent.

Tian Ke's gaze swept over Luo Qing's teammates one by one, and when her eyes landed on Mu Qimeng, Mo Ming and Fang Tai, her face instantly darkened.

She remembered inviting them to team up, only to be coldly rejected. Now, they were actually on Luo Qing's team, becoming her opponents.

A flash of anger crossed Tian Ke's eyes. She clenched her fists as if to crush the rage within her. She strode towards Luo Qing, a defiant smile on her face.

"What a coincidence, Luo Qing. I never expected we'd meet here." Tian Ke's voice carried a hint of coldness.

Luo Qing looked at her expressionlessly and said calmly, "It is indeed a coincidence. However, this is not the place to reminisce. Let's save our strength for the ring."

Tian Ke scoffed, "Oh, Luo Qing, you're really full of confidence. But do you think you guys can beat us? Don't forget, my team has quite a few experts."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and her teammates stepped forward, revealing provocative looks.

They were dressed in uniform combat gear, their muscles clearly defined, showing they were well-trained.

Luo Qing remained unmoved. She glanced indifferently at the opposing team, then turned to her teammates, her eyes gleaming with determination.

"Let's discuss how to allocate the three matches. How about Fang Tai handles the first round?"

Luo Qing's voice sounded remarkably calm amidst the tense atmosphere. She turned to look at Fang Tai, a hint of trust flashing in her eyes.

Fang Tai was slightly taken aback, then straightened his chest, his eyes flashing with determination.

He strode to the center of the ring, took a deep breath, and then raised his head, his gaze sweeping sharply over the opposing team.

Seeing this, a tall man from the opposing team sneered and stepped onto the arena. He was burly with bulging muscles, and every step he took seemed to make the ground tremble.

As Fang Tai and his opponent stepped onto the ring, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

The audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two warriors who were about to clash.

Fang Tai stood on the ring, and although he was thin, he appeared unusually determined at this moment.

He clenched his fists, his gaze fixed firmly on the tall man opposite him, as if telling himself that no matter how strong his opponent was, he would not back down.

The man opposite him, however, looked completely disdainful. He sized up Fang Tai with contempt, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"A kid who hasn't even grown his first hair dares to challenge me?" he mocked, his voice full of disdain.

Upon hearing this, Fang Tai raised an eyebrow, but was not angered by the other party's provocation.

He calmly replied, "Strength is not measured by physique. A true warrior is not defined by the size of his muscles, but by his inner resilience and perseverance."

Before the man could reply, the starting bell rang.

The sound of bells echoed in the open space, seemingly carrying a sense of solemnity and sanctity.

Fang Tai's body tensed instantly, as if he had transformed into a cheetah poised to pounce, his eyes fixed on his opponent, every muscle brimming with power.

The tall man opposite him looked disdainful, as if he didn't take Fang Tai seriously at all. He casually swung his arms, appearing relaxed and at ease.