C39

Chapter 39 - Participating in ethnic ratio s (3)

Many people were guessing the true strength of BeiMing Chu, who had thrown the white-clothed youth onto the stage in one move. Helpless, BeiMing Chu seemed to have some sort of restriction on him, so no one could tell that even the upper echelons of the Beiming Clan could not tell what was going on.

Only a few people who saw BeiMing Chu in the tavern yesterday secretly ridiculed in their hearts. Indeed, this youth was not someone to be trifled with, and there were even some who were secretly rejoicing in their hearts, luckily they did not offend him yesterday, as his cultivation should be higher than that little girl's!

The Elder Han nodded his head in satisfaction. Seeing the gratification in BeiMing Chu's eyes, he looked at the youth in white who had been thrown down the stage by BeiMing Chu, and frowned. He thought to himself, the Beiming Clan's disciples are too arrogant, I have to think of a way to deal with them.

He announced in a loud voice, "The first match!"

Eh?

It was only then that he realized he still did not know the name of the youth in front of him, and turned his gaze towards BeiMing Chu.

"BeiMing Chu!"

After lightly throwing down those three words, BeiMing Chu elegantly jumped off the stage and walked over to his seat.

"The first round is BeiMing Chu's win. The second round will begin now." When the Elder Han finished speaking, he glanced at the place where BeiMing Chu was at, and his pupils instantly contracted. After that, he revealed a very meaningful smile.

Beiming Lan Yue was the first to jump onto the stage. She was wearing a black dress and her facial features made people's eyes shine. With her features combined, she was simply dazzling beautiful. Her black straight hair was only tied up in a ponytail, which swung behind her head. She looked very clean.

The audience gasped in admiration at such a beautiful young girl. Just what sort of beauty would she be when she grew up?

Her opponent was a teenager dressed in green. After her opponent stood on the stage, Beiming Langyue kindly asked him, "Do you want to fight first or do you want me to fight first?"

Seeing that his opponent was an eleven year old girl, the youth didn't dare to be overconfident. After all, he knew that the members of the Darknorth clan weren't easy to deal with.

After all, he was fifteen years old, and if an eleven-year-old girl asked him that, it would be really embarrassing if he made the first move. Although he didn't think too much of it, she was still a few years younger than him, so he said lightly, "You go first!"

Beiming Lanyue smiled, "Then I'm sorry." With that, he disappeared, moving as fast as a ghost.

The young man was shocked. What a fast speed! The crowd also burst into cheers. Most of them couldn't see how Beiming Lanyue disappeared, but by the time they could react, Beiming Langyue had already appeared behind the young man.

The youth only felt a chill on his back. Before he could react, Beiming Lan Yue raised her leg and aimed and kicked him. By the time she finished her actions, the green-clothed youth had already been kicked off the stage.

"Hua!"

The crowd erupted with exclamations, another move, not even one move, it was too simple, even simpler than BeiMing Chu's, one kick was enough to kick someone off the stage, even Elder Han who was standing on the stage was a little surprised.

"Beiming Lanyue!"

After he lightly said that, Beiming Lan Yue turned around and left the stage.

The fame of the peerless genius in the past was not for show. Even the children that he had taught were not something that could be described with words. He already knew what happened in the tavern that day, so using an adjective to describe what happened would definitely be an overbearing aura.

"The fifth battle, Beiming Langyue wins!"