Chapter 174: Silver-tier Promotion Tournament
Three days later, the Promotion Match arrived, attracting the high attention of all citizens in Yaoyang City.
Inside the Ghost King Club, new and old members gathered together to welcome this tough battle.
The requirements for the Silver Rank Promotion Match were also very simple: participate in a special Silver Rank Battlefield Match, where there was only one defensive Fortress in the battlefield, and successfully hold out under the siege of a large number of monsters and other clubs’ Copper Tier teams.
Moreover, this Battlefield Match allowed the use of Silver Tier Scroll Paintings.
In other cities, the difficulty of the Promotion Match was still quite high.
But in Yaoyang City, there were only five Veteran Clubs in total, and each club could only send one team.
For the current Ghost King Club, this was obviously not difficult at all.
If not for Bai Shiqi and Zhao Qinghe, there was no need to take it seriously at all.
“Second Brother, this battle is entrusted to you,” Xue Lingling said solemnly: “The five major clubs have been quiet for so long, they must be holding back something bad.”
“Don’t worry~ This little scene, this brother can still handle it.” Xue Zhengying smiled indifferently, calm and confident.
Not to mention anything else, just his cultivation level of Level Seven Spiritual Power alone was enough for a Dimensional Reduction Strike.
Zhou Qi reminded in a low voice: “According to the intelligence provided by several transfer members, Bai Shiqi and Zhao Qinghe have completed the Bubble Match, and they will most likely personally appear in this Promotion Match.”
“Is that so? Perfect then.”
As Xue Zhengying understood, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Bai Shiqi was alright, just treating him as a Noble Family Young Master who came down to the mortal world to experience life.
But Zhao Qinghe was different.
During this period since returning from the Insectoid Otherworld, he had heard his little sister complain no less about the grievances she suffered in the Undead Dojo over these years.
Therefore, this kid Zhao Qinghe, he definitely had to give special attention to.
But Noble Family Disciples were Noble Family Disciples after all, so they still had to be taken seriously.
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Yaoyang City, War Heaven Club.
Bai Shiqi arrived early in the morning ahead of time from the hospital bed, just to pin the Ghost King Club down in the Copper Tier League.
Although he clearly knew that even if they pinned them down this time, it would only be temporary, and in the future, they definitely couldn’t block the Ghost King Club’s rise, but he still had to regain some face for the Dengfeng Dojo.
At least during his mission period, he had to pin down the Ghost King Club as much as possible.
Otherwise, going back dejectedly would be hard to explain, and he would be laughed at by other Noble Family Disciples.
Therefore, for this wave of Promotion Match sniping, he had made full preparations.
Looking at Zhao Qinghe beside him, his preparations were even more thorough, directly bringing out the strongest several High-Tier Scroll Paintings he had, and for this, he even transferred several thugs from the club under the Zhao Family.
“Tsk~ Is it really necessary?” Bai Shiqi smiled wryly, fully understanding.
This guy fought against his own people more ruthlessly than an outsider like him.
Those who didn’t know would think Zhao Qinghe was the representative of the Dengfeng Dojo.
“Better safe than sorry,” Zhao Qinghe sneered darkly, “This time, we must let that ‘sister-brother duo’ from the Xue Family clearly recognize the Gap!”
What a joke, a former Founding Family wanting to strongly rise under his nose—wishful thinking!
“Brother Bai doesn’t need to be sarcastic,” Zhao Qinghe teased: “If it were your Dengfeng Dojo and some Founding Family showed signs of rising, your Several Great Families would definitely not sit still either.”
Hearing this, Bai Shiqi fell silent.
As a disciple of a Founding Family, he naturally knew what the rise of a small Founding Family meant.
The rise of other ordinary families posed no threat to their Founding Noble Families, no matter how impressive, they couldn’t shake the status of their Several Great Families.
But those declining First Generation Founding Families were different.
Once these families rose, they could truly shake the core interests of their Several Great Families.
Even if he didn’t want to see this kind of infighting situation, based on his understanding of the family elders, the elders definitely wouldn’t sit idly by.
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Inside the Ghost King Club.
Ten minutes countdown to the Promotion Match, Xue Lingling guarded in front of the League Device, waiting to draw the battlefield map.
Meanwhile, Wu Xian curiously chatted idly with Xue Zhengying, “Speaking of which, the Zhao Family and other Several Great Families haven’t skimped on secretly targeting your Xue Family these years, right?”
“Of course,” Xue Zhengying said noncommittally, “But due to the special nature of the Founding Families, they at most only dare to create some trouble in the dark, not openly.”
“Why is that?” Wu Xian was puzzled.
Because from the perspective of the Several Great Founding Noble Families, the simplest and most brutal approach was undoubtedly to directly eliminate dissidents and eradicate these potential threats from the root.
Xue Zhengying smiled, “Because each Founding Family’s【 Founding Core】, once activated for self-destruction, would damage the foundation of the entire Divine Realm.”
Wu Xian suddenly understood; so there was a “nuclear peace” trump card.
“Therefore, they not only dare not act aggressively, but must also acknowledge my Xue Family’s identity and provide some symbolic support.” Xue Zhengying continued: “Behaviors like Zhao Qinghe’s now are actually a bit over the line.
So we can go all out later, because we have reason on our side, got it?”
Wu Xian’s eyes flickered slightly as he nodded in understanding.
What Xue Zhengying meant was simple: he clearly wanted to give Zhao Qinghe an unforgettable lesson.
In short, as long as Zhao Qinghe’s life wasn’t harmed, no matter what happened, the Zhao Family could only grit their teeth and accept it.
“Right, since every Founding Family has this self-detonation trump card, what if some family is at the end of the road and acts irrationally?” Wu Xian suddenly thought of a loophole.
“Generally, this won’t happen,” Xue Zhengying shook his head with a smile: “Because even if the family is left with only one person, as long as the Founding Core is still there, there’s still a glimmer of hope.
Moreover, constructing the Undead Divine Realm is the faith and pursuit of every Founding Family; even if completely declined, there’s no need to go down in mutual destruction.”
Wu Xian understood, “But what if such a madman really exists?”
“Then the affiliated Divine Realm can only consider itself unlucky,” Xue Zhengying shrugged with a smile: “If I remember correctly, the Shendu Dojo encountered this over a hundred years ago; the Divine Realm was severely damaged and has only barely recovered until now.
Later investigations revealed that they originally had little resource support, which was skimmed layer by layer by those below, leaving only a tiny bit when it reached that family.
It was also after that incident that all Dojos silently increased their support and importance for the former Founding Families, to avoid such desperate acts again.
It was the rule established at that time that allowed little sister to be accepted by the Undead Dojo back then.”
Wu Xian nodded with a tsk, no wonder~ This world never lacks barefoot reckless ones, or honest people driven desperate.
When oppression exceeds a certain limit, it will inevitably face backlash.
During the idle chat, Xue Lingling over there, amid everyone’s expectation, pressed the random map draw button.
Various battlefield maps flashed by in turn, finally stopping on the Abyssal Realm map.
“Haha, President’s luck is good!” Everyone cheered in unison.
In the various Live Broadcast Rooms, the audience also cheered loudly.
Even Bai Shiqi and Zhao Qinghe from the War Heaven Club side couldn’t help but clap and cheer.
This was undoubtedly the most suitable result for the Ghost King Club, most suitable for this Promotion Battle, satisfying all parties.
“It seems even the heavens are on our side,” Xue Lingling was very satisfied with her luck, “This battle will truly establish the status of our Ghost King Club, letting the entire Alliance know—we, Ghost King Club, are here—!”
Hearing this, the club members were all fired up, morale high.
The previous Copper Tier League could only be considered local small-scale fights; only by promoting to the Silver Tier League could they truly enter the ranks of club leagues.
