38: Fine grape wine in a luminous cup, seniors and children are given priority for flying!

“I refuse to believe it. Song Ming can’t keep one-shotting everything like this.”

“Exactly! Does he have no limits?”

“Hurry up and let a Prodigy teach him a lesson!”

“Wait, it looks like he’s heading towards the score chest!”

The examiners all clamored, clearly finding Song Ming’s sudden surge in points a bit too much to accept.

On screen.

Song Ming only lingered in place for a moment before moving forward.

Approximately five minutes later.

He arrived at a rocky area.

The moment he stepped into it.

Ten meters ahead, beneath the rubble.

A beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky.

The white light was incredibly strong, dazzling brightly against the dim sky.

It was clearly visible from a kilometer away.

“Holy crap, what kind of luck does this kid have?”

“He actually stumbled upon a score chest?”

“White light! It’s a one-thousand-point chest!”

“Good luck is good, but let’s see if he can protect this chest!”

The examiners all widened their eyes, waiting for a good show.

When someone steps within ten meters of a chest, it automatically emits a dazzling light.

At the same time, a shield will protect it for at least ten minutes.

If the shield cannot be broken quickly, it will attract other examinees.

At that point, whether the chest can be defended or not is another matter!

Concurrently.

The footage from the Ancient Battlefield Space was also being broadcast live to the outside world.

It was a live national broadcast.

In Live Stream Room 001.

Currently, over a hundred million people were watching the live stream.

The live stream room was showing real-time footage from the Ancient Battlefield Space.

The screen switched frequently.

Finally, it settled on an area emitting a strong white light.

At the base of the white light pillar.

In the center of the circular light shield, a silver-edged chest was placed.

In front of the chest.

Two figures stood.

“It seems the first battle between Prodigies in the Ancient Battlefield Space is about to begin!” a female commentator in the live stream room said sweetly.

“If I’m not mistaken, that tall, thin examinee should be Zhou Tian from the Zhou family of Sword Cultivators!” the male commentator chimed in.

Watching this scene, the audience in the live stream room erupted into heated discussion.

“Holy crap, Zhou Tian!”

“The Zhou family is a Sword Cultivator family; all the professions they Awaken are related to swords!”

“That kid next to him is going to be in trouble now; why isn’t he running? What’s he thinking?!”

“Wait, that examinee next to Zhou Tian looks a bit familiar to me!”

In the Ancient Battlefield Space.

Song Ming looked at the chest in front of him with a surprised expression.

He had to admit.

His luck was pretty good.

He actually found a score chest just like that.

However, before taking this chest, he still had to deal with a problem.

Song Ming glanced at the slender boy beside him.

He said faintly, “You should leave. I don’t want to fight you!”

“Don’t be like that! A score chest, everyone who sees it gets a share!”

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhou Tian. What’s your name?” the slender examinee said with a grin, walking up to Song Ming, very familiar.

Song Ming raised an eyebrow.

If he could, he actually didn't want to fight.

After all, his only two damage skills were an instant kill when used.

He didn't know if the rules could protect this person.

If they couldn't, that would be too bad.

After all, there was no enmity between them.

“My name is Song Ming!”

“Holy crap, Song Ming!”

Zhou Tian immediately looked dumbfounded, “You’re Song Ming? The big boss at the top of the rankings!”

He then quickly brought up the score leaderboard.

And looked at the name at the very top.

Song Ming.

Zhou Tian suddenly felt a little numb.

He hadn’t expected to run into him.

Damn it.

He didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky!

Zhou Tian rubbed his hands, saying a little anxiously, “Brother Song Ming, you don’t lack these points, do you? How about you let your little brother have them?”

Song Ming shook his head.

There was no reason to give away meat that was already at his mouth.

Zhou Tian wasn't surprised.

After all, if it were him, he wouldn't hand over a thousand points either.

Since the soft approach didn’t work, he shouldn’t be blamed for taking the hard approach.

“Alright, since you’re unwilling, then I’ll take the opportunity to experience your methods!”

A long sword suddenly appeared in Zhou Tian’s hand, its hilt engraved with a ferocious ghost head.

Ghostly shadows surrounded him.

His Aura suddenly became sharp.

Song Ming used an Appraisal Technique on him.

[Zhou Tian, Profession: Ghost Swordsman, Rank: 16]

“A Ghost Swordsman, is he a Sword Cultivator? This profession is quite rare!” Song Ming said curiously.

A smug smile appeared on Zhou Tian’s face.

“Song Ming, be careful. This sword strike of mine will be very fast!”

With that, he crouched down.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he assumed a charging stance.

Song Ming immediately felt himself being locked on.

If he truly let him strike with that sword, he might really be injured.

So Song Ming didn't hesitate.

He immediately cast a Death Decay Aura on Zhou Tian.

And then applied a Godspeed Aura to himself.

The Aura emanating a decaying scent instantly enveloped Zhou Tian.

The latter finally moved at this moment.

Bang.

He took a step forward.

Crack.

Slap!

His knees buckled.

Zhou Tian directly knelt down towards Song Ming!

Song Ming: “......”

“Even if you kneel to me, I won’t give you the chest!”

Zhou Tian’s cheeks turned crimson, and he quickly used his long sword to support himself and stand up.

“No, what happened?”

“Why did I kneel to you?!”

“No, that was an accident, an accident!”

After saying that, he once again got into position and charged forward.

The result.

Pfft.

Slap!

He took another fall on flat ground!

“Holy crap, again!”

Zhou Tian, not believing his bad luck, shakily stood up again, just about to bend down and gather strength.

But he immediately lost his balance.

And fell to the ground again.

Slap!

This time he even bit into a mouthful of dirt!

Zhou Tian then raised his head in shock, looking at Song Ming.

“You, you… what did you do to me?”

Only now did he feel as if his body had suddenly become like an old man of seventy or eighty.

Even peeing was difficult for him.

Song Ming walked up to Zhou Tian and said, “Nothing much, I just gave you a buff!”

“You call this a buff?”

Zhou Tian started to breathe heavily after saying that.

“Of course. If you take the subway, young people will have to give you their seat. Who would dare to hit you?”

“Holy crap, Song Ming, do you dare to remove this buff from me so we can have a fair fight?!”

“I don’t dare! Because I’m afraid you’ll really die!”

Zhou Tian: “......”

Song Ming raised his foot and finally said, “How about this, I’ll give you one last chance. If you answer correctly, I’ll fight you fairly!”

“Speak!”

“What’s the next line after ‘Grape wine in luminous cups’?”

Zhou Tian: “We wish to drink pipa… on horseback?”

“Incorrect. It’s ‘Elderly and children fly first’!”

Song Ming’s suspended foot finally landed, directly kicking Zhou Tian into the air.

Swish.

His body drew a graceful arc in mid-air.

The feeling of weightlessness was extremely strong!

“Song Ming, you fu—”

Zhou Tian’s face was contorted, and he roared unwillingly in the air, but before he could finish his sentence.

A white light suddenly shone on him.

He was then completely teleported out of the Ancient Battlefield Space!

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