122 A Clash Before The Competition Begins!

The night went past and morning came quickly. She Meixiao and Sheng Feilong were on their way to the Star Luo Empire's colloseum, waiting to be let in like all the other people. The two of them separated, with Sheng Feilong going to the waiting area for the competitors and She Meixiao taking a place at the rostrum.

Although it was still early and the competition wouldn't start until an hour later, the whole arena was already filled with people. They came in the thousands, everyone fighting for themselves to obtain a good seat. She Meixiao had asked to get a place on the special platform where a few nobles of the Star Luo Empire were already seated.

Most of those nobles gave her a friendly greeting as they already knew who she was and She Meixiao returned the greeting in the same manner. She took her place and quietly waited for the competition to begin.

Sheng Feilong was also quickly lead to the waiting area for competitors. He looked around for a bit, but couldn't find Tang Wulin and the others, so he searched for a quiet corner and sat down with his eyes closed. With the bustling atmosphere inside the waiting area, it would be impossible for him to meditate, so he could just wait while waiting to be called.

Time passed silently when Sheng Feilong suddenly opened his eyes and hastily turned his head around. He felt a few hostile gazes fall onto him with even so much as a faint killing intent mixed into two of them. His mood soured when he saw who these gazes belonged to.

A few people were gradually making their way over to him with unfriendly expressions. He heard a few other participants whisper among themselves and guessed that they must be some big shots, which he quickly confirmed when he saw two familiar faces; The little princess of the Star Luo Empire, Dai Yun'er, and her older brother, the Empire's Fourth Prince, Dai Yueyan.

Unsurprisingly one of the hostile gazes filled with a faint killing intent came from Dai Yun'er. The other, though, didn't come from the Fourth Prince, but from a man besides those two. Sheng Feilong frowned lightly. He didn't know this person, but the murderous cold aura he radiated was incredibly intense. He had a completely bald head and his eyes were of a deep black colour with faint red traces in them.

This man's gaze was filled with even more killing intent than the princess's and he looked like he would pounce on Sheng Feilong at the first notice. Their group of eight stopped in front of the seated Sheng Feilong and the princess started speaking and pulling on the bald man's sleeve while staring at Sheng Feilong. "Brother Long, he's the guy who attacked me during the ceremony and humiliated me!"

Sheng Feilong glanced at the princess with a frown while the bald man took two steps forward. He now stood directly in front of Sheng Feilong and stared at the latter. Sheng Feilong matched his gaze without flinching and they stared at each other for a few seconds before the bald man spoke up. "So, you're the one who dared to bully my sister Yun'er?"

Sheng Feilong grinned mockingly and glanced at the princess again. Then smiled lightly at the bald man and spoke in a voice loud enough for most of the surrounding people to hear. "If you define 'bullying' as blocking an aggressor who attacked a member of a political delegation from another continent with a spiritual attack, then yes. Yes, I was bullying your 'sister'. Though dare I ask which noble Prince you might be?"

"An aggressor, huh? You're indeed quite daring... My name is Long Yue. I'm not a Prince, but Yun'er allowed me to call her my little sister. It's nice to meet you." The bald man, Long Yue, then stretched out his hand while still staring at Sheng Feilong.

Sheng Feilong looked at Long Yue for a moment. He still radiated the murderous cold aura and still looked like a beast that was about to pounce at him. His words sounded respectful and somewhat pleasant, but it was obvious that he didn't have any kind intentions. He then stretched out a hand as well, grasping Long Yue's. "It's nice to meet you as well. I'm She Feilong."

The two shook hands for a second before the corner of Long Yue's mouth turned upwards. A red aura began surrounding his hand and his skin darkened somewhat as he began squeezing Sheng Feilong's hand. Frowning, Sheng Feilong used his own bloodline's strength to counteract the force.

Long Yue was surprised for a second, but then the red aura's intensity increased and he gripped Sheng Feilong's hand with an incredible intensity. Sheng Feilong instantly felt that he wouldn't be able to beat Long Yue with just his bloodline's power boost, so he carefully used the only other method he had to significantly increase his strength.

The skin on his hand suddenly turned pitch black with dark, muddy green veins coursing through it. His hand also increasing lightly in size while his fingers became more claw like. From a third person perspective, this change wasn't recognizable, but Long Yue instantly felt this shift and frowned lightly.

Then, Sheng Feilong strengthened his grip, squeezing Long Yue's hand. Long Yue's countenance changed slightly and the red light increased in intensity again, while a grey aura radiated from Sheng Feilong's hand. Sheng Feilong still stared Long Yue directly into the eyes with an indifferent expression as both of them continued to squeeze each others hand more tightly.

Most people surrounding them had already caught on to what was going on and looked at those two intently. They knew Long Yue, Madman Long, quite well, but they had never seen Sheng Feilong before. From what those two said earlier, there seems to be some kind of argument going on between them and they really wondered who Shng Feilong was to be dumb enough to provoke this Madman Long.

A moment later, the sound of knuckles cracking could be heard as Sheng Feilong and Long Yue still squeezed each other's hands. Both of their arms were currently shaking from the force they were applying. A few people's faces changed as they realized that Sheng Feilong was about to have his hand crushed and silently shook their heads. That was what he would get from provoking this bald monster!

The Fourth Prince, Dai Yueyan then stepped forward and put a hand on Long Yue's shoulder with a smile. He then spoke with a serious voice and deep voice. "Alright, Brother Long, let's call it a day. The competition is about to start."

The pressure Long Yue and Sheng Feilong were applying instantly vanished and their hands separated. Long Yue's hand vanished into his long sleeve while Sheng Feilong put his into his pant's pocket. Dai Yueyan nodded towards Sheng Feilong with an indifferent expression, which Sheng Feilong returned with a light smile.

The Fourth Prince, the princess, Long Yue and the other five peole behind them then left the scene, all the while the princess was gleefully smiling at Sheng Feilong's plight. Sheng Feilong just returned to his seat and closed his eyes again as the crowd dispersed.

A good distance away from him, Long Yue and the others took their places as well. No one dared to bother them so they pretty much had their quiet. Dai Yun'er then skipped over to Long Yue's side, still with the same gleeful smile. "Brother Long, thank you! That's what this despicable guy gets for messing with me!"

Long Yue didn't answer but gloomily looked into the direction where Sheng Feilong was seated. He couldn't see him through the crowd, but that didn't stop him from staring into this direction. "Yun'er, who is that guy really?"

Dai Yun'er was surprised for a moment, but still answered him despite her confusion. "He's someone form the Douluo Continent and came with their political delegation. And his Spirit Power is really strong. Although I didn't really pay attention to him before, it remains a fact that he broke my spiritual sense with a single strike."

"Is there something special about him, brother Long?" Dai Yueyan looked at Long Yue with a frown. The latter than pulled his sleeve back, revealing his hand. Dai Yuayan and the other people froze when they saw it and looked at Long Yue in disbelief.

His whole hand was swollen and had a violet blue colour from hematoma. They had all heard the cracking sounds from before and assumed it was Sheng Feilong's hand that was about to be broken, but it was actually Long Yue who was injured!

Pulling the sleeve back over his hand, Long Yue sternly warned his team members. "Be careful when you meet him in the competition. I don't know what his Spirit Essence is, but he's ridiculously strong. Don't get caught by him." He then sat down further back and closed his eyes, refusing to say anything else.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the waiting area, Tang Wulin and the others had arrived and found their way over to Sheng Feilong. They were chatting among themselves when Sheng Feilong's and Tang Wulin's numbers were called to the arena; The solo competition was about to begin!