Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076: The Match Ends
"Hehehe, being able to coalesce into form has given me much more confidence to speak, it was you who drained my disciple’s abilities just now, wasn’t it?" Candle Dragon squinted at Lin Junzhao, whose strength had recovered and was now brimming with spirit, and sneered.
"Yes, it was me!" Lin Junzhao openly admitted and rebutted, "But that was after my disciple had already defeated the opponent; only then did I take action! The Master of Origin here can attest that I did not interfere in the slightest during the previous combat, Candle Dragon. If this counts as interference, then your team wouldn’t even qualify to stand here!"
"Although I dislike this woman greatly, I feel that what she says makes sense," K from the magic plane laughed softly in agreement, putting aside his grudge against Lin Junzhao, as this competition’s Blood Slaughter defeat aligned with the interests of several major planes, he was clear on the team issues.
"Hmph, birds of a feather!" Candle Dragon snorted coldly, flinging his hand to enshroud himself and the two disciples behind him in black mist. Once their figures vanished, a voice came from the void, "I’ll let you have this championship! This is also the last concession you’ll get from me, from here on, whether you win or lose, it will depend on your skill!"
"We won? Did we really win?" Engineer Li looked at the devastated arena in disbelief.
"Yes! We won!" Pei Yan responded as he teleported below the arena, and before the investigating hall spectator stand could erupt in cheers, he added, "Something’s happened over at Yirong Pavilion, I’ll handle it and be back soon."
Also receiving the intelligence, Elder Lin gestured, calming the excited mood of nearby spectators and said solemnly, "You’ve just finished the match and need rest; we’ll handle this matter."
"No, you stay here; Gu Chu needs caretaking, I’ll go alone! I just warmed up my muscles, perfect to vent some fire with these people." Pei Yan grinned as he finished speaking and his figure disappeared from their midst.
Not to mention Pei Yan’s abrupt departure post-victory left the entire audience bewildered and murmuring, just as the chaos on the arena had concluded, another fierce battle had already quietly unfolded outside the competition area in the Yirong Pavilion occupied by the investigating hall.
Early on, when Pei Yan entered the arena one-on-three, two forces stealthily approached the outskirts of various sects’ lodging, because today was the Sword Discussion Conference finals, the major portion of sect disciples and even Luocheng’s populace had their focus gathered solely on the competition. It was by seizing this opportunity they could evade the many ears and eyes of the Immortal Palace and smoothly reach the target’s periphery.
Wu Xiuping, the team leader for this Blood Slaughter mission, was internally unwilling about this task. Although the upper echelons supplied him with elite subordinates, and coupled with coordinated actions with high-level leaders of the Blood Race from the Magic Realm, logically speaking, such a surprise attack should succeed if the intelligence is accurate.
Yet, considering he was facing the investigating hall, and that retribution-prone Pei Yan who has repeatedly caused Blood Slaughter Divine Desire to suffer setbacks, Wu Xiuping felt unnerved, sensing something was amiss that might lead to problems in this mission.
"Mr. Radu, are you sure you’ve sensed your brother’s bloodline here?" After hesitating repeatedly, Wu Xiuping braced himself and questioned the prideful Blood Race leader.
"Wu! This is the third time you’ve asked this question! Even if you don’t believe in our family’s bloodline tracing techniques, shouldn’t you trust your Blood Slaughter’s intelligence system?" Vlad Radu frowned impatiently, "Wasn’t it your intelligence that said the person being transported to the Foundation Plane wasn’t my brother, but an imposter luring us to a trap set by the Secret Prison? The real location where my brother is held hasn’t changed; it’s still within Yirong Pavilion, isn’t it? If you’re this doubtful about your organization’s intelligence capabilities, I must reconsider advising my father about future cooperation with you."
"Uh~ I was just ensuring no unforeseen failures..." Although he was already fed up with this young man’s disdainful glance and mockery along the way, for the task to conclude smoothly, Wu Xiuping chose to endure, forcing a smile to respond before retreating aside, cursing his ancestors in his mind.
"Foolish outsiders, truly bewildered as to why my father chose to collaborate with these people!" Vlad Radu turned with a look of disdain, complaining to an elder standing at his side in Blood Race language.
"Marquis Radu, Prince Delacuri’s decisions are beyond doubt; Blood Slaughter’s alliance with the Blood Race will benefit the Blood Race’s future development and expansion. Hope you can maintain adequate restraint and offer certain respect during contact with Blood Slaughter." The elder, respectful yet firm, stated.
"Hah!" Radu took a deep breath, shook his head gloomily, "Alright, alright, what you say always seems right, Depeo. I hope when I inherit the family, you can continue to fearlessly challenge my views."
"You have not yet inherited the Vlad family."
"I will, that day will come."
Facing Radu’s obstinance and arrogance, Depeo felt bitter and helpless. Although knowing further discussion would offend this man, who might become his future Patriarch, out of loyalty to the family, he still warned, "Marquis, there’s no need for you in this rescue operation. We can handle it; if you proceed behind Prince Delacuri’s back and something goes wrong..."
"What could possibly go wrong? With such a force, raiding even a second-tier sect of the Daoist Realm should be more than enough, right? Didn’t the intelligence confirm it? The investigating hall left only two Child of Origin as primary watchmen, and not the core ones either; the real core members are in the arena competing, aren’t they?"
Radu replied nonchalantly, "Two Child of Origin, our many strong ones even if unable to defeat them, can certainly stall them, right? Depeo, you’ve grown timid; with my father you weren’t this cautious."
Radu gazed towards Yirong Pavilion full of anticipation and excitement, tauntingly said, "Imagine the expression my brother would make when he sees me rescuing him. Just thinking about the scene excites me to the brink; such an intriguing affair, how could I possibly stagnate in the dull family home awaiting news? Hehehe, unfortunately! That Pei Yan is competing so meeting him is out this time, otherwise, I’d really want to see the person who battered that man to such a dire state, what kind of figure he really is."
"Marquis, I’d advise you to abandon this dangerous thought."
