Rising Dragon Convention
“Don’t you love swinging around your giant lightning sword?” Mu Yu asked. “You’re basically as strong as I am when you swing it around.”
“I don’t have cultivation; however, I can borrow yours. Your sword is my sword. I quite like your sword,” explained Xiaoshuai.
“Does that mean you can only use Heavenly Lightning Strike as a sword spirit?”
“Uh…” Xiaoshuai scratched his head. “I know other moves, but Heavenly Lightning Strike is my favourite because lightning is cool.”
“What do you wield when I don’t cast Gentle Wind Interlinked Hearts, then?”
“These,” replied Xiaoshuai, waving his fists with three thin, ten-centimetre long claws that had shredded everything he hacked with them.
“All right, then. Don’t you use a sword when you’re a sword spirit, nonetheless?”
“Lend me your Shadow Splitter Sword, then.”
“Since our matches aren’t held at the same time, I suppose we can do that. Sign up to the Body Severing Realm division. Let’s win three dragon scales.”
“I’ll pass since Dragon Vine is participating,” voiced Qiao Xue.
Xiaoshuai and the dragon vine soon reverted to their usual appearances since they were not fond of human appearances.
Mu Yu taught the dragon vine more about Falling Dragon Howls and taught the latter swordplay to increase its chances of triumphing against the pugilist fiends. In addition, he gave the dragon vine and Xiaoshuai a number of Greater Heaven Stage formation foundations that he installed formations in as items for the two to use.
“Isn’t outside help not permitted?” questioned the dragon vine.
“Hold onto them as aces. If they don’t adhere to the rules, we have no reason to adhere, either,” answered Mu Yu.
“I can cast formations on my own. Whoever doesn’t look right to me, I’ll use Lightning Swift Snakes on him,” declared Xiaoshuai, gesturing with his hands.
“Let’s give them surprises, then.”
In order of popularity, the majority of eyes were on the dragon vine, whose human appearance was quickly publicised. The primitive beasts did not spare much thought for Mu Yu, but the four dragon factions fixed their gazes on him. With respect to Xiaoshuai, he was treated as a side character.
Though Sunshine Valley’s fiends did sign up, Spirit Severing Realm fiends did not sign up as they did not want to get in the dragon vine’s way. Frankly, they were satisfied if they could watch the dragon vine stomp the haughty dragons.
They say, “Where there are people, there are chances to make money.” Business-oriented fiends set up food stalls and the sort at the competition venue, much to Xiaoshuai’s delight. He would purchase some food, come back to the rest area and then run off to buy some more again. Mu Yu had to go through the trouble of teaching Xiaoshuai to pay for his food, only for the latter to respond, “But they said I’m cute, so they gave me free food.”
The four dragon faction leaders hosted the event together since Fiend King Green Dragon was out. They placed the three dragon scales within a formation above the judging area to prevent theft and to remind contestants.
Purple Lightning Flying Dragon, Long Xingan, main host for the event announced from the tall platform, “Ladies and gentlemen, Ancestor Green Dragon may be absent on business, but we will maintain fairness in competition to bring out the best of our young generation and display them in all their glory. I will not repeat the rules that you are already familiar with. Do your best to give everyone your best showing. I hereby announce, Rising Dragon Convention officially commences!”
A fiend band started playing a tune for female fiend dancers on the ring as fireworks went off, initiating the commencement ceremony. The fiends who could not participate offered their talents in the form of entertainment for the next two hours
“You fiends sure are passionate,” Mu Yu remarked, watching the fireworks depict Fiend King Green Dragon.
“You humans are just as passionate about New Year celebrations. This is the 5130th Rising Dragon Convention for us. In truth, its main purpose is to commemorate our beginnings in this desolate land,” replied the doctor, smiling.
“How does he have any scales left when he gives up three scales every year?” asked Xiaoshuai, mouth full of food.
“They grow back, stupid rodent.”
Usually, the convention ran for four to five days depending on the number of contestants. At a glance, there were approximately four hundred Body Severing Realm, fifty-odd Spirit Severing Realm and twenty-odd Body Synthesis Realm contestants. As such, it was easy to see why the doctor was busy assigning turns for participants from Sunshine Valley. Xiaoshuai was first up, followed by Mu Yu and finishing with the dragon vine’s turn.
Sunshine Valley did not have any Body Synthesis Realm fiends under the age of fifty and only a meagre three Spirit Severing Realm fiends, all of whom pulled out for the dragon vine. Like it or not, it was indisputable that those with dragon blood in them had a genetic advantage.
“Dragon Vine, don’t let us down. You can’t lose to those bootleg dragons,” motivated Mu Yu, even though he was worried for the dragon vine.
“It would be hilarious if you lost,” Xiaoshuai provoked.
“Right back at you, Rodent.”
“Xiaoshuai, you are in area two. I’ll take you over now,” instructed the doctor.
“Let’s go along since our match isn’t starting yet.”
Clamping Shadow Splitter Sword in his armpit, Xiaoshuai continued munching on food as he followed them over to his competition zone. Shadow Splitter Sword was naturally taller than he was, but it had the ability to resize itself to suit Xiaoshuai’s needs.
The dragon vine remained inside Mu Yu’s shirt because it did not like being ogled.
“Next match, Xiaoshuai versus Long Aotian!”
Xiaoshuai actually jogged up to the ring while eating a chicken drumstick…
“Kiddo, get out of the ring. We’re having a match here,” warned the bald middle-aged ferret referee.
Xiaoshuai threw the bone away and licked his fingers. Smiling innocently, he replied, “I am Xiaoshuai.”
The referee jerked his neck back. “You’re Xiaoshuai?”
“Yeah!”
“You don’t have any cultivation and are still a kid? Who let you register?”
“There’s only an upper age limit, not a lower age limit,” argued Xiaoshuai, swinging Shadow Splitter Sword.
The cat caught the referee’s tongue.
“Are you telling me I’m supposed to fight a kid?” grumbled a twenty-eight year old fiend from the demon soul dragon pythons.
The audience was quite divided, with some lashing out over Xiaoshuai’s parents not watching over him while others found him adorable.
“Where’s the start bell? We not competing?” Xiaoshuai queried.
“Uh… You should get off the ring, boy. Consider it your loss. Don’t do this again, or I’ll have to spank you,” amiably instructed the referee.
“How can you declare me the loser without even letting me try? What sort of judge are you? Are the matches fixed?”
“What fixed match? I’m telling you this for your sake!”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s rock and roll!” asserted Xiaoshuai, standing akimbo as Shadow Splitter Sword revolved overhead.
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