2796 Sickness
Asi’s displeasure was evident as he turned to gaze at a robust young man standing beside him. “Who is that?” he inquired.
Ming Asi’s icy stare bore into Di’ao, who stood atop the high platform. In a sour mood, he demanded, “Who authorized his ascent?”
/Is he seeking attention or causing trouble for himself?/
Ming Asi recollected how the same young lady had initially found him rather disagreeable.
/Could she have mistaken him for the one who sent that hapless fellow to issue the challenge?/
/Would this situation only further her aversion towards him?/
Internally, Ming Asi’s thoughts were awash with self-critique, though Turbo found himself somewhat perplexed.
Despite having spent only two days in His Highness’s company, he had developed a keen understanding of his temperament.
This was an individual of immense pride, not one known for being affable.
/Yet today, he’s asking why Di’ao is ascending to the challenge?/
/Shouldn’t he be the one issuing challenges instead?/
/After all, the young lady has been openly humiliating all three senior students in the academy!/
/It would be preposterous if no one stepped forward to confront such audacity from a newcomer!/
“Summon him down!” Ming Asi ordered in a frigid tone.
The more he contemplated the situation, the more he suspected his apprehensions held truth.
He couldn’t afford to let the young lady misconstrue his intentions.
Ali, who stood alongside him, couldn’t resist breaking free and casting a curious glance at his brother’s reaction. He quickly cleared his throat and called out, “Di’ao, please come down!”
His voice carried just the right level of volume for all the students to hear clearly.
Achir had previously been surrounded by a group of new students, who were lavishing her with compliments. Later, when the mentors instructed her to form a line, she would be placed at the front of the new students’ queue.
At this moment, Ali and Asi were still some distance away, mingling within the back of the crowd.
It was unmistakable that Brother Asi had prompted Ali to make this request.
/What was so special about that unemotional girl that she addressed Brother Asi as “Brother” all day long?/
Turbo, fearing that Di’ao’s tendency to be straightforward might resurface, also quickly shouted, “Di’ao, His Highness is inviting you to descend!”
Di’ao couldn’t help but comprehend the situation.
/So it was His Highness Ming Asi who wanted him to step down!/
Though he felt a tad embarrassed and had just ascended the platform a moment ago, he gracefully accepted the unspoken directive and descended from the stage.
However, the elegance of His Highness Asi’s methods was beyond comparison, even to the former Crown Prince Ming Lung.
/You’ve got to be joking. As a disciple of the Di Clan’s Xiaoxiao Branch, he naturally couldn’t openly challenge His Highness Asi./
Consequently, Di’ao, who had been on the stage for less than two seconds, descended with a sense of resignation.
The stoic young woman had already assumed a combat stance, preparing to summon her ferule, which was one-third of a meter in length.
/Suddenly, her opponent declared that he was no longer interested in the fight and voluntarily rolled off the platform. It was utterly perplexing!/
“Absurd,” the stoic murmured to herself.
Upon hearing this, the nearby mentors couldn’t help but release exasperated sighs and twitch their lips.
“Hahahaha! Who would’ve thought that even the Nether Province folks would be frightened?” A mocking laugh echoed from the crowd.
In an instant, a swift figure darted onto the elevated platform with a swish.
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