218: Chapter 218 The King of Pool Two is back! And then the King knelt!

Gou Fugui swallowed hard, pushed up his reflective glasses, his eyes filled with awe and complexity:

"Brother Jiang, stop pretending."

"Just now on the arena, while you were using one hand to rub Chief Xie into the ground, you mercilessly drained his spiritual power, and finally arrogantly said to him: 'Go back and practice more. You don't need to know who I am, mortal; you only need to look up.'"

Gou Fugui gave a thumbs up: "That level of pretension, that villainous tone, could simply be called the wildest statement of the century! Didn't you see that Chief Xie was so stimulated by you that he attained enlightenment on the spot and is going to the bottom layers to retrain?"

"Pfft—" Jiang You's vision went black, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Was I possessed by Lu Xingye?"

Jiang You felt a wave of embarrassment rush from his heels straight to his crown.

He stiffly lowered his head, looked at his own pale, clean palms, and his heart churned with stormy waves; he even began to feel terrified.

"It's over…"

"My severe sleepwalking… has it really deteriorated to this point?"

"Are these chuunibyou-level, incredibly embarrassing lines something I could actually say?"

Jiang You painfully covered his face with both hands and sighed deeply:

"What a sin! I just wanted to quietly clock in and clock out!"

However, no matter how much Jiang You was breaking down on the inside, the progress of the selection tournament would not stop because of his "social death."

With the successive falls of the two great mountains, Xie Fuyao and Cong Nanshan, Seed Pool No. 1 entered an unprecedented period of "high-level combat power gap"!

The situation, which was originally divided among various heroes, instantly turned into a one-sided slaughter show by Class F!

[School-wide Announcement: Class F Freshman, Bai Lan! 7 wins, 0 losses, promoted!]

[School-wide Announcement: Class F Senior, Qiu Yunan! 7 wins, 1 loss, promoted!]

[School-wide Announcement: Class F Senior, Senior Ji Youyou! 7 wins, 1 loss, promoted!]

And in this carnival belonging to Class F, the unluckiest person was none other than the Class A senior sword cultivator, Gu Changfeng.

After having his sword qi forcibly sucked dry by Jiang You, this "Sea-Breaking Sword" had finally regained his composure and wanted to pick a soft persimmon to preserve his points.

As a result, the system backhanded him by matching him with the Lightning Dharma King, Qiu Yunan, who was extremely irritable because of the "Lu Xingye incident" and wanted to electrocute everyone she saw into ashes.

The match only lasted three minutes before Gu Changfeng was scorched inside and out by the purple lightning filling the sky, and he was defeated.

Thus, Gu Changfeng had accumulated three losses.

Accompanied by a desolate sigh, he also packed his bags and followed in the footsteps of Xie Fuyao and Cong Nanshan, miserably going to Pool 2 for "further studies."

...

Meanwhile, outside Seed Pool No. 2, at the end of the corridor.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the door of a Pool 3 virtual pod was kicked open.

Zhang Kuang twisted his neck, his whole body exuding an extremely inflated, arrogant aura after regaining his dignity, and he strode out.

"Hahahaha! I've returned!"

Zhang Kuang glanced at the point chart on his wrist and laughed wildly at the sky.

Just yesterday, he was still a pathetic worm whose Dao heart had collapsed after being continuously insta-killed by Jiang You and Bai Lan, falling all the way to Pool 3.

But in that "low-end match" of Pool 3, he, a Fourth-Order Early Stage metal-type tough guy, was practically a dimension-reduction strike!

After a series of no-suspense wins against noobs, he regained his ticket to Pool 2 with a luxurious record of seven consecutive wins!

"Hmph, so what if it's Jiang You or Bai Lan! They were only slightly better than me back then!"

"If you have the ability, come to Pool 2 and snipe me!"

Zhang Kuang walked on the way to the Pool 2 lounge, rebuilding his shattered pride as he went:

"In this Pool 2, I, Zhang Kuang, am still the king whose word is law!"

"The current Pool 2 is probably just a bunch of defeated soldiers. As long as I take another seven-game winning streak with overwhelming force and successfully promote to Pool 1, I might even be able to squeeze into the top twenty and get a starting spot!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Kuang's eyes became fierce and disdainful of the world once again.

He had already thought of what lines to use when he pushed the door open; he had to shock this group of noobs in Pool 2 and let them know who the real ruler here was!

He walked to the heavy metal door of the Pool 2 lounge, lifted his leg extremely arrogantly, and kicked it hard!

"Clang!!!"

The door opened in response.

Zhang Kuang put his hands on his hips, lifted his chin high, and shouted at the spacious lounge in an insufferably arrogant tone:

"You brats in Pool 2! Listen up!"

"Your king, Zhang Kuang, has returned!"

"If you're smart, you'd better surrender immediately when you see my name during matchmaking! Otherwise, I'm going to..."

Zhang Kuang's magnificent trash talk was cut short before he could finish.

It was as if his throat had been tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand.

Because he suddenly discovered that the atmosphere in the entire Pool 2 lounge was… extremely strange. Quiet. Dead quiet.

Moreover, the temperature was terrifyingly low, as if a layer of frost was condensing in the air, so oppressive that it made people feel pain in their lungs just from breathing.

The Pool 2 contestants, who should have been bragging and testing each other in the lounge, were all huddled together in the furthest corner of the lounge like frightened quails, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Hm? What's going on?" Zhang Kuang was stunned for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He followed the awe-filled and terrified gazes of the crowd and slowly raised his head, looking at the very center of the lounge, at that set of luxurious leather sofas representing the highest status in Pool 2.

At that moment, Zhang Kuang's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks. A chill rushed up his spine, straight to his crown like it was riding a rocket!

What did he see? On that widest main sofa. A young man wearing a slightly disheveled white shirt, with a gentle yet cold temperament like a glacier in the extreme north, was sitting there quietly.

His fingers were gently rubbing his knees, and there was not a trace of spiritual power leaking from his body, but that terrifying pressure, as if he were suppressing the entire world just by sitting there, made people almost want to prostrate themselves in worship.

That was… the senior chief, Peak Fourth-Order, the number one person in the whole school, Xie Fuyao!

And on the single sofa to Xie Fuyao's right. A muscular man with knotted muscles, exuding a violent and fierce aura, was staring fixedly at the ground. The two specially made high-density alloy iron walnuts in his hand were being squeezed by him until they "creaked."

That was… the junior chief, Fourth-Order Mid-Stage tough guy, Cong Nanshan!

On Xie Fuyao's left. A slender figure carrying a long sword was resting with his eyes closed. Although his eyes were closed, his whole person was like an unsheathed peerless fierce sword, and that chilling sword intent made the surrounding air slightly distort.

That was… the Class A senior sword cultivator, Fourth-Order Mid-Stage, Gu Changfeng!

Any one of these three people, if picked out, would be an absolute overlord who could walk sideways in Pool 2 and make people tremble with fear.

And now, they were actually sitting together in an orderly fashion! Moreover, because they had encountered the biggest Waterloo of their lives in Pool 1 and had been abused by a group of lunatics from Class F to the point of doubting their lives, these three high and mighty big shots were all in a terrifying low-pressure state of "breaking and then rebuilding, on the verge of turning dark, and extremely eager to use violence to reshape their combat instincts"!

"Hiss—" Zhang Kuang sucked in a large breath of cold air, his originally straight waist instantly bent down, and his Legs were shaking uncontrollably like noodles.

This was just like Emperor Yongle of Ming having fought a great victory and preparing to show off in the imperial court, only to push open the gates of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, look up, and see… Good heavens! His own father, Zhu Yuanzhang, was sitting on the dragon throne, his eldest brother Zhu Biao was standing on the left, and his third brother Zhu Gang was standing on the right, the three of them looking at him with half-smiles. That kind of dimension-reduction strike and trembling sensation from bloodline, soul, and combat power was enough to scare someone silly on the spot!

"Am I… am I dreaming?" Zhang Kuang rubbed his eyes hard, took a half-step back, and looked up at the door sign. It clearly read "Seed Pool No. 2."

Zhang Kuang was going crazy, and he let out a desperate roar in his heart: "Is this really Pool 2?" "Why have these three big Buddhas from Pool 1 all descended here!!!"

Just as Zhang Kuang's Legs went weak and he was preparing to quietly close the door and slip away before the three big shots noticed, on the main seat, Xie Fuyao slowly raised his head.

Those eyes, like an abyss, coldly locked onto Zhang Kuang, who was still maintaining the posture of kicking the door at the entrance.

"You just said…" Xie Fuyao's voice was very soft, yet it fell clearly into Zhang Kuang's ears, like the whisper of the Grim Reaper: "What are you of this Pool 2?"