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It was as if he sensed someone watching him. Below the stands, the thin figure in the eyes of the little princess, Ye Huan, tightened his black cloak and tugged at the side of the chubby boy. He whispered, "Weiyang, do you feel like someone is observing us from a corner?"
"I don't feel anything. I just sense that there are quite a few people around us treating us like easy prey..." Without even glancing at Ye Huan, Weiyang squinted his small eyes and looked around, giving a direct answer.
"Uh..."
Hearing Weiyang's words, Ye Huan couldn't help but feel speechless. However, when he looked around, beads of sweat began to crawl out densely from his forehead, gradually merging into large droplets that slowly trickled down his cheeks.
Around Ye Huan and Weiyang, countless prisoners in cages were glaring at them with hungry eyes, as if they were ready to pounce.
No wonder the Trial Assembly was called the Trial Assembly; it was specifically a competition for prisoners. In each Trial Assembly, three winners could escape their identities as prisoners and appear in the outside world openly. Just this point alone was enough to give the Professionals who had been locked away for years a reason to harbor hatred towards everyone around them.
"Did you see that? That fat guy seems to be a magician. Why don't we take him out first when the Trial Assembly starts?"
"Of course! Heh heh, heh heh heh heh..."
Just as Ye Huan and Weiyang were struggling to adapt to their surroundings, they overheard a conversation behind them. The first speaker sounded somewhat normal, but the cold laughter from the second made both Ye Huan and Weiyang shiver involuntarily.
'Should I keep my distance from this fat guy?'
As he pondered this thought, Ye Huan was about to take a step back when Weiyang suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Ye Huan's arm, stuttering, "Ye Huan, I'm... I'm a bit scared."
Just like last time, when faced with something serious, Weiyang once again turned weak in the knees. Frustrated, Ye Huan felt like kicking this chubby boy aside. But then he thought about how they were all in this together; he couldn't fight alone.
After glancing at Weiyang a couple of times, a good plan formed in his mind...
"Weiyang, let's do this and that later, okay?"
"What does 'okay' mean..."
Five minutes later, after Emperor Zhao Wujie of Huaxia Nation and all the nobles who had come to watch were seated, Zhang Feng slowly approached Zhao Wujie, performed the customary greeting, and then spoke loudly, "Sovereign, can we begin?"
Compared to being in the palace, Emperor Zhao Wujie clearly displayed his imperial presence outside. He calmly scanned the surroundings and, seeing that everyone’s attention was focused on him, he waved his hand heavily and replied to Zhang Feng, "Begin!"
As soon as Zhao Wujie's voice fell, the crowd in the venue immediately erupted into a bloody melee, with the 'Professionals' who were not confined in cages being the most active.
Just like how the lord of Beiyuan City had summoned Ye Huan and his companions, other cities in Huaxia Nation employed similar tactics. These individuals had almost no restraints; to reduce the number of enemies they faced at once, they all chose to target the prisoners in cages. After all, eliminating some unnecessary troubles before continuing with the slaughter was the most sensible approach.
Blood sprayed everywhere as various spells erupted in the arena. Countless sword energies flew through the air, and numerous magical beasts appeared in the center of the venue. Meanwhile, there was little commotion around Ye Huan and Weiyang. As for the two fellows who had previously threatened to kill Ye Huan and Weiyang, they had long since been turned into pulp by someone.
The entire competition venue was nothing but chaos…
"Ye Huan, what should we do?"
After dispatching a prisoner with a fireball spell, Weiyang turned directly to Ye Huan, eager to hear any good ideas he might have.
What should we do? What else could be done?
When Ye Huan saw these frenzied prisoners and the Professionals who had committed crimes before him, he felt utterly helpless!
With a determined heart and clenched teeth, Ye Huan said directly to Weiyang, "Let's do as I suggested earlier!"
"Alright!"
Nodding solemnly, Weiyang gripped his staff and began to chant: "Fire Spirit Lurking Between Heaven and Earth! I shall become your most devoted servant. For the glory within the flames, please grant me your power..."
Underneath his black robe, Weiyang's staff gradually lit up, casting a mysterious glow on his plump figure and drawing the attention of many Professionals in the arena. The more astute among them realized that Weiyang was preparing some large-scale magic and began moving toward him. The less clever ones mostly started to protect themselves, fearing they would suffer from collateral damage.
"Fourth-Level Mage, Radiant Sun!"
As a Level Four Warrior appeared beside Weiyang, his fire magic was finally ready. The staff in his hand erupted with dazzling flames...
"Radiant Sun? Quickly, close your eyes!" Upon hearing Weiyang call out the name of the fire magic, most people reacted immediately, shouting to their companions before tightly shutting their eyes.
At the same time, many nobles in the stands surrounding the competition venue also closed their eyes tightly upon hearing the words "Radiant Sun." Anyone unaware of the situation would surely think that this magic was incredibly powerful.
In reality, it was quite the opposite; "Radiant Sun" was merely a support spell. To put it simply, in this world, magic like "Radiant Sun" was akin to a Flashbang—impressive but not lethal.
However, this support magic had a critical flaw: its effects lasted only a mere ten seconds. In actual combat, a chant-required support spell could be considered useless. Yet at this moment, as just ten seconds passed, two M4A1 assault rifles appeared in Ye Huan's hands beside Weiyang...
Rat-a-tat-tat...
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out as spent bullet casings clattered to the ground at Ye Huan's feet. The person who had intended to attack Weiyang was instantly turned into a sieve...
It wasn't until this moment that those who had closed their eyes slowly opened them again.
Suddenly...
Without exception, in the stands, Emperor Zhao Wujie of Huaxia Nation and the little princess both stood up simultaneously, their faces filled with shock.
"Ye Huan! It must be Ye Huan! How could he participate in the Trial Assembly as the son of Ye Tian?" The little princess stared wide-eyed at Ye Huan in the arena, who majestically wielded two M4A1 assault rifles, her expression one of astonishment. Even many nobles seated beside her were so focused on observing that they failed to notice.
Not only the little princess but even Zhao Wujie wore a similar expression, as if they had seen a ghost. It took them a moment to react before Zhao Wujie hurriedly shouted, "Zhang Feng! Zhang Feng, come here!"
It was no wonder Zhao Wujie was so flustered; who was Ye Huan? He was the biological son of Ye Tian. How could he possibly be a prisoner? For the son of a Ninth-Level Expert, imperial law would surely grant him free passage—did Zhang Feng not know this?
Upon hearing Zhao Wujie's shout, Zhang Feng quickly approached his side after just opening his eyes and said, "Your servant is here..."
"What is going on? How could the eldest son of the Royal Capital Ye Family participate in the Trial Assembly?"
Pointing at Ye Huan in the arena who held M4A1 assault rifles, Zhao Wujie's mind was exceptionally complicated. If the little princess hadn't mentioned it just now, he could have completely pretended not to know Ye Huan's identity. But now, it seemed nearly all the nobles were aware of Ye Huan's existence...
"Ye Family's eldest son?!" Following the direction pointed by Zhao Wujie, Zhang Feng immediately spotted Ye Huan and Weiyang standing proudly in the center of the venue, dressed in black robes. He froze on the spot; although Ye Huan's face was obscured by the robe, his weapon unmistakably revealed his identity.
According to Zhang Ren, one of them possessed identification from the Ye Family, while the other held credentials from the Mage Association. However, no one had informed him that the person with the Ye Family identification was actually the eldest son of the Ye Family!
Moreover, with Ye Tianming, the head of the Royal Capital Ye Family, being a Ninth Level Warrior, how could he have a son who was a summoner? Zhang Feng had never connected Ye Huan with being the eldest son of the Ye Family!
"Damn it, I've really been set up by that brat Zhang Ren..."
Cursing inwardly, Zhang Feng wiped away the sweat that kept pouring from his forehead. He was still making a last-ditch effort; after all, under the cover of the black robe, no one could see Ye Huan's appearance. He couldn't help but speak up, "Sovereign, are you mistaken? That guy is just a prisoner from Beiyuan City; how could he possibly be the eldest son of the Royal Capital Ye Family?"
Listening to Zhang Feng's explanation, Zhao Wujie thought he had a point. Just as he was about to take this opportunity to back down, however, the little princess spoke up at that moment: "No, he must be Ye Huan! I've only seen that strange weapon used by him!"
With just one sentence, the little princess completely shattered Zhao Wujie's chance to retreat. Angrily glaring at Ye Huan in the arena, Zhao Wujie's fists clenched tightly before he reluctantly relaxed them and instructed Zhang Feng, "It's pointless to say more; bring him up here!"
"Huh?!"
Upon hearing Zhao Wujie say to bring Ye Huan up, Zhang Feng was stunned.
"What do you mean 'huh'? Didn't you hear what I said?" Zhao Wujie's mood wasn't great either at this moment; his words inevitably carried a hint of anger.
"Yes, I'll go right now." Noticing that Zhao Wujie was showing signs of losing his temper, Zhang Feng turned pale and hurriedly turned to head down to the stage. He quickly found Zhang Ren and without saying a word slapped him hard across the face, shouting loudly at him: "Pause the Trial Assembly! Go bring me the eldest son of the Ye Family!"
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