2578: C2578 Come out and Show Your Face

C2578 Come out and Show Your Face

Knowing that it was his master's voice transmission, Hu Liao sent the message unwillingly.

"Master, disciple understands. Even if I feel pity, I don't have any leeway."

"Right now, this disciple is already a teacher in charge of Infinite Magic Academy. How can he compete with other disciples for slots?"

"It's just that Hu Liao is a bit unwilling. If he can get a spot, he will definitely reap some rewards."

"After all, the Ancient Battlefield remains are opened only once every hundred years. It's all because of Hu Liao's bad luck …"

Before Hu Liao could finish his message, he heard Senior Tan say in a serious tone.

"Hu Liao, your luck is bad, but it has nothing to do with whether you become a teacher or not."

"Even the current you, is still a disciple of Infinite Magic Academy. I'm afraid you still won't be able to get a placing."

Hearing Senior Tan's words, Hu Liao couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

"Master, if Hu Liao is still a disciple, how could he not get a placing?"

"Right now, Hu Liao is the Shakyamuni of First Level. I believe that no nominal disciple, or even official disciple, can compare to him …"

Without waiting for Hu Liao to finish his message, he heard a helpless sigh from San Chang Wu.

"Master, do you think that you can win against Hu Liao if you get cold?"

"Hu Liao, don't worry. You'll understand what I mean later."

Although he didn't know what San Chang, Senior Tan, meant by that.

However, Hu Liao suppressed his curiosity and waited quietly.

At this moment, a Black Robed Elder walked to the center of the training field.

Black Robed Elder was Ji Shang, the strongest of the instructors, Mentor Jishang.

"The Ancient Battlefield ruins will open once every hundred years."

"There are still ten days before the opening of the Ancient Battlefield Ruins. The disciples of Infinite Magic Academy have three slots."

"Regardless of whether they are nominal disciples or official disciples, they all have the qualifications to compete for the spots."

"The rules of the competition: Beat the opponent or the opponent concedes, until no one accepts the challenge, then the person will be allowed to enter the Ancient Battlefield Encyclopedia."

Hearing Mentor Jishang say this, all the disciples waited quietly.

"I hereby announce the official start of the Ancient Battlefield Extinction Domain Entry Competition!"

Just as Mentor Jishang finished this sentence, a green-robed disciple flashed and stood on the martial arena.

"Disciple Shaolin, Soul Level of the seventh step, ice attribute talent, contending for the position of the Ancient Battlefield Ruins."

Just as the green-robed disciple, Shao Lin, said these words, the voices of the other green-robed disciples came from outside the martial arena.

"Shaolin, a mere Soul Level of the seventh step cultivation level dares to step onto the stage to fight for a placing, don't embarrass yourself …"

"He is practically the weakest of the nominal disciples, yet he dares to make a name for himself. He's simply asking for a beating."

Actually, this green robed disciple, Shao Lin, did not want to fight for the position of Ancient Battlefield.

In the name of disciple Shaolin, the only reason why he came up on stage to compete was because he wanted to leave an impression on the teachers.1

If he had to say it more bluntly, Shaolin only needed to show his face in order to show that he existed.

Of course, Shaolin wasn't the only one to earn such a sense of existence.

Right at this moment, a green figure instantly arrived at the martial arena. Standing opposite to him, a young man spoke with a stern voice.

"A mere Soul Level of the seventh step cultivation level actually wants to snatch a spot. I'll take the place of my fellow Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters to teach you a lesson!"

"Disciple's thin imprint, Soul Level of the eighth step, ice attribute talent."

For nominal disciples, it was a rare opportunity to demonstrate such a large event.

After all, the four hundred instructors, as well as the elders and the Headmaster, were all present.

If any of the teachers recognized them and took them in as their direct disciples, it would be a great opportunity for them.

After all, nominal disciples didn't have direct mentors like official disciples.

The seventy plus official disciples were not anxious at all when they saw the nominal disciples doing their best to fight.

This was because the official disciples weren't in a hurry, the competition had just started.

Only when the competition among the nominal disciples had finished did the official disciples truly go on stage.

The battle between the nominal disciples had already continued for around twenty hours.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a green robe stood up and flew to the martial arena.

"Disciple's Lodge, Second Master Level cultivation level, Spear Inherent Skill, compete for the spots in the Ancient Battlefield Ruins."

Seeing that the green-robed disciple had arrived at the Martial Field, many of the green robed nominal disciples started to discuss among themselves.

"It's senior brother from the carriage house, the one with the first ranking of the cultivation level s among the nominal disciples, the carriage house senior brother!"

"I heard that Senior Brother Che, it's possible that you could step onto the hundred floor of the Ascending Ladder this year and become an official disciple."

"Since Senior Brother Che has already entered the arena, I believe that there is no matter for me to become a nominal disciple. The next person to enter the arena will be an official disciple."

Indeed, in less than ten minutes, another disciple in a green robe had been defeated.

At this moment, a blue-robed disciple stood up and stood on the martial stage, looking at the carriage.

"Let senior brother test your strength. Let's see what kind of abilities the top ranked disciple in the nominal disciple has."

"Disciple Yang Luo, Cultivation of the Third Master Level, Longsword Inherent skill."

The match between Yang Luo and the car house had already begun. At this moment, Hu Liao was sitting outside the martial arts arena, deep in thought.

Recalling what his master said just now, Hu Liao was puzzled. Could it be that there's some powerful person hiding among the nominal disciples?

Could it be that the carriage house in front of him wasn't the nominal disciple ranked first in the disciple rankings?

What did my master mean by that? Why can't I get a placing?

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