1992 Official Competition 1
“Bai Ruiguang, do you finally understand what I’m saying?” Gu Chaoyan asked, her expression stern.
With that, he flicked his sleeves and departed, his anger brewing for the upcoming competition.
If those four were not useless, then what were they?
After years of cultivation, he had failed to make any breakthroughs. He didn’t even possess a spiritual root. If he wasn’t considered trash, then what was he?
He cursed under his breath as he walked away.
The four of them scratched their heads, feeling a bit embarrassed. Ever since they were young, it was only their Master who had trusted and protected them.
Even their own parents had never shown such concern for their well-being.
“What are you waiting for? Go rest and cultivate. Bai Ruiguang is the Young Master of the Bai Clan, and you’ve offended him today. Your survival within the Bai Clan will depend on your cultivation level. Staying here is of no use,” Gu Chaoyan spoke earnestly, her gaze fixed on them.
The four of them smiled foolishly, understanding her words.
They descended to attend to their own affairs.
The following day, the Bai family indeed hosted a banquet, but it had nothing to do with them. The doors to their respective courtyards remained closed as they focused on cultivation and rest.
In the blink of an eye, the day of the competition arrived.
Competitions within the Bai family were rare occurrences, only employed to resolve significant matters.
Considering it was a family clan focused on cultivation, it was natural that one’s cultivation abilities would determine the outcome.
Gu Chaoyan led the four of them to the competition venue.
As they walked, they encountered many unfamiliar faces, yet those people recognized them and cast strange glances their way.
However, both Gu Chaoyan and the four of them ignored the stares, walking with confidence and holding their heads high, as if they were assured of their success in the competition.
Along the way, they crossed paths with the Wu family, who seemed eager to say something but refrained from doing so.
Once they found their designated spot, they remained stationary.
Bai Ruiguang, positioned at the front, looked down upon others with disdain.
Due to their relatively low cultivation levels within the Bai Clan, the four of them were placed at the forefront for their matches.
There seemed to be no need to even watch, as if everyone already knew the inevitable outcome. It was merely a matter of the four of them being defeated. People wondered why they had the audacity to participate, exposing themselves to such ridicule. It would have been better if they had shown some self-awareness and acknowledged their limitations.
Wu Zimo was the first to step forward, his expression brimming with confidence. He had long desired to test his strength against others.
“Wu Zimo,” his opponent sneered. “I’ll give you three moves. I don’t want you to suffer too much.”
Although he lacked faith in others, he held an unwavering belief in Wu Zimo’s capabilities.
After being pummeled mercilessly, Wu Zimo lay on the ground, conceding defeat and calling his opponent “daddy.”
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