C42

Chapter 42 - Counterfeit Competition (1)

The giant dragon in the sky slowly opened its huge eyes. It stared at a direction in the void for a long time before spitting out human words, "An illusion?"

Just as the Flood Dragon was preparing to continue sleeping, a deep voice rang out: "It's not an illusion."

The giant dragon binocular's eyes were wide open as it looked towards a certain direction in the air. Its huge dragon face was filled with surprise.

"I can save you, but as a condition, you have to protect me for three years. How about it?" Xia Xuan's voice sounded once again from the void. However, when he heard that he was going to be a bodyguard for three years, he was immediately unhappy. If the fact that he, a grand Profound Master level Giant Flood Dragon, was a bodyguard for a Homo sapiens for three years were to spread, how was he going to be able to get a foothold in the Beast Kingdom?

"Change the conditions." The giant dragon once again spoke in human language.

"If you don't agree, then forget it." Xia Xuan said in a slightly angry tone, seemingly intending to leave if you did not agree.

The giant dragon struggled for a moment. Finally, it made up its mind. It gritted its teeth and said, "Fine, I promise you."

On the stage, Xia Xuan withdrew his hand, but there was an additional Dragon Mark on his sleeve. Feeling the heat coming from his arm, Xia Xuan smiled slightly, if he said that he was sincere about making a deal with the giant dragon, then he was extremely wrong, in the Clan of the Flood Dragons, other than flamethrower, Xia Xuan had never seen a dragon that kept its word. At this time, the dragon's nature, if it really wanted to make a deal with the dragon, was no different from committing suicide. What Xia Xuan wanted to do was to feed the flamethrower, which had also suffered injuries during his battle with the Celestial King in his previous life. If the flamethrower was able to swallow the Giant Flood Dragon, it should be able to somewhat recover from the flamethrower's injuries.

Xia Xuan looked around and thought: "The giant dragon is sealed here. If we take action now, the owner of the blue water mirror will definitely sense it.

Just as Xia Xuan was deep in his thoughts, the giant Flood Dragon who was resting on his arm thought to himself: "The blue water mirror must be not far away now, this guy must have left the Beiquan Empire some time. Once he leaves the North Spring realm, I'll eat him.

Just like that, they grouped up together, but one man and one Flood Dragon were both plotting something.

After around two hours, everyone within the blue water mirror had completed their competition. The mirror changed, and the reallocation was completed.

This time, the person who appeared in front of Xia Xuan was a weak and gentle scholar. Looking at the weak and cultured student, Xia Xuan even doubted how he passed the first round of the competition. With a helpless sigh, Xia Xuan waved his hand and a group of spiritual energy s sent the scholar out of the competition grounds.

Just as he obtained victory, a wave of berserk spiritual energy rushed back into Xia Xuan's body, and completely replenished the spiritual energy that Xia Xuan had used up.

"Interesting. The earlier the match ends, the more time people will have to recover their physical strength. Those who have been fighting for a long time don't have much time to recover. If this goes on, the weaker their strength will naturally be unable to endure." Xia Xuan supported his chin with one hand, and after analyzing the unspoken rules of the competition, he couldn't help but laugh. On the surface, this system only looked at one's own strength, but in reality, it was different. As a member of the Empire's royal family, the things that could enhance one's cultivation were naturally not something an ordinary person could compare to. With the accumulation of a large amount of resources, the strength of the royal family would naturally far surpass that of the majority.

After waiting for another two hours, the blue water mirror once again allocated the opponents for the competition, but seeing the opponent in front of him, Xia Xuan could not help but have a bitter face. A lady whose face was like a painting, and looked like a willow tree, with skin as white as snow, was standing right in front of him, it was Bei Binger.

"It's you." Bei Binger looked at Xia Xuan in front of him and couldn't help but laugh in her heart.

"This is going to be a headache." Xia Xuan covered his face, feeling that his head was going to explode.

"I won't show mercy just because you're kind to me, and you shouldn't hold back just because I'm a princess. I hope we can have a fair match." After he finished speaking, a long chain made of ice appeared in Bei Binger's hand. The long chain fiercely swung onto the ground, and directly left a deep mark of about an inch on the ground.