Chapter 138: The Battle of Schools (I)



Only martial artists with a pass are allowed to enter.

At this time, the venue was already crowded with people coming and going. Many young martial artists came to this familiar competition venue, including the senior brothers and sisters of the shuttle school.

The eldest sister was not in a good mood. She stood there with her head down, as if she was thinking about something.

Meanwhile, Senior Brother Pan Sheng glanced at the nearby arena, looking eager to try. He said to Liu Wentao beside him, "Master, is our school divided into this area?"

He also participated in the school competition in the previous session, but in the second game he met a fifth-level martial artist and was immediately eliminated. Fortunately, his opponent was gentle and did not kill him.

Although he did not break through to level four this time, he was at the peak of level three. As long as his luck was not as bad as last time, he would have a chance to enter the semi-finals.

Liu Wentao glanced at the information in his hand and nodded. "Yes, the draw results will be announced tomorrow. I hope your first opponent won't be too strong."

He actually didn't hold much hope for his biological daughter and this eldest disciple. All his bets were placed on Xu Xianxian, the youngest disciple.

But it would be against the rules not to let my daughter and eldest disciple participate, so I had to bring them along as well.

"Dad." The eldest sister raised her head, a look of dissatisfaction in her eyes: "The official competition will be tomorrow, and I don't know where Junior Sister Xu Xianxian went to play. She doesn't seem nervous at all."

"this..."

Liu Wentao looked at his daughter with an embarrassed expression.

He knocked on the suite door for a long time in the morning, but there was no response from Xu Xianxian. Later, his wife called the hotel staff to open the door, only to find that the girl was not in the room at all. He didn't know where she had gone to play so early in the morning, and she didn't even come to the viewing venue.

"Ha!" Just as the father and daughter were talking, a sinister laugh came from not far behind Liu Wentao: "Isn't this Master Liu from the Textile School?"

The shuttle originally originated from the ancient circular loom, which was used to weave cloth. Now it is being called a textile school, which sounds very unfriendly and can be regarded as a huge provocation.

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