Chapter 512: Chapter 511: Powerful Opponent

Tang San smiled and said, "Senior sister, do you remember what I told you before? You need to constantly improve your physical strength. The stronger your body is, the more incredible flight maneuvers you can perform. That's why I asked you to climb the Holy Mountain of the Undying Great Demon Emperor, to see if you could refine your bloodline and increase your body's strength. Teaching you to fly is no problem. Oh, by the way, my partner for the doubles competition isn't Big Cat. You'll find out who it is later. When you're in front of her, just call me Asura, alright? She doesn't know my real identity.""So mysterious, still not willing to tell?" Cheng Zicheng pouted, but the thought of Tang San teaching her how to fly made her happy again. Yesterday, when Tang San had transformed into Jinpeng, his flying skills were truly dizzying to witness. Especially those seemingly impossible turns he executed with such ease, it was incredibly cool. If she hadn't known the eldest disciple for so long, she might have even developed feelings for someone else.

"It's about time to go," Zhang Haoxuan said, "Let's split up and walk separately to avoid letting others know our relationship with Tang San. Tang San, you go ahead, we will enter the venue later on our own."

"Certainly, Teacher."

The group temporarily split up, and Tang San left by himself, still taking a carriage to Ancestral Court Square.

"Brother, where are you?" Before he could arrive, his communication device suddenly rang, carrying Pretty Girl's voice.

"I'm still on the way, should be there shortly. Wait for me at the entrance," Tang San said softly.

Pretty Girl said, "Okay!"

For some reason, Tang San felt that today, when Pretty Girl called him 'brother', it sounded much more natural. Could it be because they had met the parents? It seemed that the Peacock Demon King must not have given her any negative feedback after returning home. Well, he had made a blood oath anyway, so there was nothing negative left to say. For her, making countless blood oaths was no issue at all! After all, he could never break his promise.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the entrance of the competition, Tang San alighted from the carriage, and saw Pretty Girl already waiting there, looking charming and lovely.

Today she was wearing a long, snow-white dress, her black hair draped over her shoulders, her beauty was beyond words.

At that moment, as the contestants gradually entered the venue, almost all eyes lingered on her. Of course, they didn't dare linger too long, because on the field, Pretty Girl had already demonstrated quite formidable strength. Her luck hadn't been as bad as Tang San's in the individual matches, where she sailed through quite smoothly, but there were more people in her group, and she needed two more victories to advance. S~eaʀᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Tang San walked quickly to her side, smiling, "Have you been waiting long? Let's go in."

"Mhm," Pretty Girl nodded and walked side by side with him into the arena.

"Sorry, brother," she said quietly as they walked.

"What for?" Tang San turned to her, surprised.

"My father caused you trouble yesterday, and even forced you to make an oath. I didn't know it would be like that, I'm sorry!" There was a tone of apology in Pretty Girl's voice.

Tang San laughed, "I was wondering what it was. So, it's about that! No worries, the oath I made was something I would have done anyway. It's quite alright! At least now there are no obstacles from your side, and you don't have to worry about me having any ulterior motives. What's wrong with pledging loyalty to my own younger sister? I'm willing to do so."

"Don't mention pledging loyalty. I don't like that," Pretty Girl suddenly said earnestly.

Tang San smiled, "It's okay, don't think too much about it. You won't enslave me. Besides, an oath made cannot be taken back, can it? Just consider this as a brother's affection for his younger sister. I think it's good, it dispels some of the concerns you had before because, until now, I haven't let you see what my true face looks like. Consider it a form of compensation."

Pretty Girl looked at him with a somewhat complex gaze. Although Tang San had a mask on his face, his eyes were exceptionally clear. In the depths of his eyes, at this very moment, all Pretty Girl could see was her own reflection.

She felt truly guilty, guilty for having doubts and apprehensions about someone who had been so wholeheartedly devoted to her. Now that he had even sworn a blood oath, there was indeed nothing left to question. Instead, it was her turn to feel that she was the one at fault.

Tang San said, "Alright, gather your focus, we're about to compete. The opponents that follow will definitely be stronger than the last. We need to continually face formidable enemies. I was injured in yesterday's competition and haven't fully recovered, so in today's match, you're our main force."

"Mhm, leave it to me. I haven't been using my full strength up until now. I should be able to handle it alone," Pretty Girl immediately responded earnestly.

Seeing her expression, a twinge shot through Tang San's heart. If you can handle it alone, then what use am I? That won't do. However, he had no doubt about Pretty Girl's words. Her rate of growth was rapid, and he wasn't even sure of her true strength at the moment, but it was obvious from the fact that the Peacock Demon King had already fully acknowledged her as the successor. Her previous seclusion and the inheritance from the Peacock Demon Clan must have been of great importance, giving Pretty Girl the foundation necessary to inherit the throne.

By this time, they had already arrived at the waiting area for combatants.

The team competition had a larger number of participants, but the elimination process was also quick. The number of matches in the team event was fewer than in the individual competition.

Therefore, the match they would face today was the penultimate one in their group. If they defeated two more pairs of opponents, they could advance from their group to the top sixteen in the team competition. This was simply due to their not-so-fortunate draw which placed them in a larger group. In a group with fewer participants, they would have needed to win only today's match to make it into the top sixteen.

Still the first to compete, they didn't need to rest. They just waited directly in the competition's preparatory area.

"Prepare to enter the arena." Soon, the referee's voice was heard.

Tang San turned his head to look at Pretty Girl beside him. She nodded at him, and in the next moment, her eyes seemed to brighten, filled with a strong will to fight.

As he gazed at her beautiful, delicate face, Tang San's mind drifted slightly. The her of this moment overlapped a little with the her of his previous life. In this life, however, what was different was her greater ambition and the heavier burdens she shouldered. In his previous life, she had always stayed by his side, accompanying him, even willing to pay the price with her own life. So, in this life, he would take good care of her, always standing by her side.

The two ascended the stage side by side. However, neither of them noticed that, compared to the previous matches, the distance between them as they entered had noticeably shortened today—much like the distance between their hearts.

Meanwhile, across from them, two opponents had already stepped onto the competition platform.

When Tang San and Pretty Girl saw the opposing pair, their expressions immediately turned grave.

They were also a male and a female duo who seemed no different from humans at first glance. From their appearance alone, it looked like an internal battle among humans.

The male contestant had a blue-green diamond-shaped scale on his forehead emitting a faint azure light, the only feature discernibly different from humans. Occasionally, the pupils in his eyes would narrow into vertical slits. He was about two meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and handsome features. Dressed in blue attire and with a blue-green cloak on his back, he had a striking, dignified presence.

The woman standing beside him was in a fiery red dress, starkly contrasting with his blue-green cloak—ah, red with green... the contrast was strong.

Her dark red hair spilled in large waves behind her back, and she had a voluptuous figure that appeared both sexy and captivating. But her aura differed from the seductiveness of the Fox Race Girls; it was more aggressive, and in her dark red eyes seemed to flicker strange flames.