CHAPTER 645: CHAPTER 137: MONTHLY COMPETITION UPHEAVAL (PART 1)

"Master, please do not reassign Long Shui. Long Shui promises never to dare again," Long Shui pleaded pitifully.

She hoped to follow by her master’s side, even just watching would suffice.

She had a feeling that her master knew everything about what she had done, clear as day.

"Long Shui, remember that if a dog harbors different intentions, its days are numbered," Ye Beiming said indifferently.

Long Shui felt a sinking feeling in her heart. In her master’s eyes, she was nothing more than a dog.

"Master, what about tonight’s competition?" Long Tu asked with a face full of panic.

He hadn’t expected Long Shui to be bold enough to go so far.

"Go watch the competition and report immediately if there’s the slightest disturbance," Ye Beiming commanded with a somber face.

In the Yellow Wing Competition Zone, the final match of the August monthly competition, the "Flame Emperor" versus "Turtle Blade."

Yun Sheng and Donghuang Lingling had been waiting for this match for a month.

Yun Sheng and Donghuang Lingling arrived at the arena early.

Before the match began, Yun Sheng felt his eyelids twitch.

An unprecedented sense of crisis.

Having been in the Dragon Continent for so long, Yun Sheng had never felt such a feeling before.

What is it, exactly?

"Yun Sheng? Are you ready?" Donghuang Lingling nudged Yun Sheng.

"Here is a bottle of Life Spring. Keep it with you. In case of an emergency, drink it immediately," Yun Sheng couldn’t pinpoint the source of this sudden crisis.

But one thing was certain, it was definitely related to the upcoming match.

There was still less than half an hour before the competition started, and to calm his restless emotions, Yun Sheng took another look at "Turtle Blade’s" combat records.

"Turtle Blade" had participated in a total of thirty matches and won every single one without exception.

In this team, Liu Qingqing specialized in offense, while Turtle Blade’s main focus was defense, a very special combat skill. Once it was activated, a defensive circle would form, impenetrable for 15 minutes.

It sounded somewhat similar to Gu Feng’s Bright Celestial Sphere in effect, but with a noticeably longer duration for Gu Feng’s sphere.

"The competition is about to start, how are you guys feeling?" Chu Yu entered the resting room, looking a bit worried as well.

"As usual," Yun Sheng and Donghuang Lingling nodded.

"Be on guard, Liu Qingqing might resort to some unusual tactics, and be careful with Turtle Blade," Chu Yu had been restless since early this morning.

There were too many uncertainties in Zone 1, and with Kong Fei as the referee, Chu Yu was really worried he might show favoritism.

"If... we’re really not the match, don’t force it. Concede. It’s better to retreat and save strength for another day," Chu Yu had even prepared for the worst.

After all, Liu Qingqing and Turtle Blade were too strong.

"Sister Chu Yu, all you need to do is prepare the celebration. Just wait for our triumphant return," Donghuang Lingling laughed heartily, completely unaware of the brutal fight that was about to commence.

"Yan" and "Emperor" entered the arena.

Tonight, without the moon, the sky was as dark as an ink pool.

Yet the Sky Wings Arena was lit up like daylight due to the heart-stopping monthly competition.

As both teams exited from their respective resting rooms on the left and right sides of the arena, multiple beams of Illumination Magic shone out from Zone 1.

They highlighted the contestants of the final match of the monthly competition.

"Flame Emperor" felt blinded by the bright light, his vision momentarily obscured.

When he could see the situation on the arena clearly again, a rush of voices erupted like a sudden deluge.

The spectator seats, which can only accommodate three thousand people, were suddenly flooded with four to five thousand today, with a large number of fans still outside Arena Zone 1, unable to enter.

The entire stands were packed with people, all of them shouting frantically.

This was due to the last-minute rescheduling of the competition, resulting in two days’ worth of tickets being sold.

The "Turtle Blade" team has already taken their place on the arena, Kong Fei flamboyantly dressed, with "Flame Emperor" also stepping onto the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Zone 1! Tonight, the grand finale of the August monthly competition is about to begin. Standing beside me are the unstoppable ’Turtle Blade’ duo and the rising ’Flame Emperor’ duo. Let’s eagerly anticipate this showdown between new and old! Who will it be, Turtle Blade or Flame Emperor? Whom do you really support?"

"Flame Emperor-----"

"Turtle Blade-----"

"Turtle Blade-----"

Tonight, many from the Dark Night Pavilion have arrived, rallying behind Turtle Blade and cheering wildly for them.

Those supporting Flame Emperor were in the minority.

Long Tu squeezed among the crowd, barely able to make out the situation on the field.

He dared not even blink, for fear that a single blink would cause him to miss something.

In the spectator seats, there were two particularly noticeable spots.

In one sat Second Young Master Tian Yidong, and in another, the Dark Night Pavilion’s Yellow Night Envoy.

Both Second Young Master Tian Yidong and the Yellow Night Envoy harbored their own thoughts.

Tian Yidong was shocked to realize that the Yellow Wing Competition Zone, which he never paid much attention to, could also command such high popularity.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Night Envoy was eagerly anticipating the outcome of the competition.

This monthly competition attracted a massive amount of betting money. If Liu Qingqing wins this round, he would gain a considerable profit of tens of millions of gold overnight.

"Let the competition begin!" Kong Fei announced.

As soon as Kong Fei made the announcement, Yan, wearing a mask, moved his lips and uttered a word, that was clearly heard by Emperor next to him.

"Go!"

Suddenly, a gust of Wind Magic swept up Emperor, helping her charge single-handedly towards Turtle Blade from "Turtle Blade" team.

That burst of wind delivered Emperor perfectly, placing her not more than half a foot from Turtle Blade.

At that moment, Turtle Blade had not yet finished chanting.

On the other side, a layer of Magic Elements fluctuation was just beginning to appear around Turtle Blade.

In that instant, suddenly, a Thunder Dragon erupted like a volcanic explosion, like a charge of thousand troops, and surged forward.

The three to four thousand spectators felt a buzzing in their ears, and before they had the chance to cover them, they smelled a hint of scorching odor.

Crackle Crackle Crackle—

Emperor’s Magic Wand, with numerous Magic Soul Stones, lit up all at once as several Thunder Flashes fused together to form an enraged Flood Dragon.

That Flood Dragon pierced across Turtle Blade’s chest.

Turtle Blade was a Holy Mage-level Mage, and Emperor was also a Holy Mage; Turtle Blade had not anticipated that Emperor would opt for a close-ranged Magic Attack.

In previous challenges, without exception, it was always Yan Xian who would first defend or cast misleading Water Magic, followed by Emperor’s attack. Unexpectedly...

But Turtle Blade couldn’t fathom how Emperor managed, in such a short span of time, to conjure both Wind and Thunder Magic simultaneously.

Turtle Blade didn’t have the time to think it through.

Crack, something inside his chest exploded.