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Chapter 128
Chapter 128
?Chapter 128: Chapter 38 The Curtain Rises Chapter 128: Chapter 38 The Curtain Rises Editor: Noodletown Translations The scenery of this old and young pair stood out notably, prompting several people to rise and greet them.
“Isn’t that Mr.
Wang Ji?
What wind blew you here, and with such a beautiful granddaughter?
Tsk, tsk, I have to praise the good genes of the Wang Family, haha,” a middle-aged man hurriedly stood up to greet them.
The young girl next to the elderly man showed a shy expression and made an impeccable gesture of thanks, saying, “Uncle Zheng, you’re joking.
You’re the one with grace and charm that never fades.
There’s even a rumor in the business world that you’re the ageless male god.”
“Hahaha, I love hearing that.
Mr.
Wang Ji, your granddaughter truly carries herself like a lady.” The middle-aged man laughed in response.
After the greetings, the old and young duo took their seats.
Wang Nuonuo, with a standard smile, sat serenely in the circular suite.
Mu Fan had no idea that the chubby girl from the Battle Net was right above him, nor did Wang Nuonuo know that Egg Lord was within the giant Fighting Platform below.
She always thought Egg Lord might still be writing diligently in some examination hall.
But destiny was so magical; standing in the crowd now was Mu Fan, while scribbling away in the exam hall was the downtrodden chubby Harry.
“Nuonuo, take a good look later.
Below is a gold mine waiting to be tapped.
When the competition ends, it will be time for these people to divide it up.”
Wang Ji patiently explained to the young girl beside him.
He knew it was almost miraculous for his granddaughter to remain this quiet.
Wang Nuonuo glanced around, making a face when no one was looking, pouting as she mumbled, “Watching a bunch of people fighting, killing—how boring.”
“Nuonuo!” A deep, magnetic male voice came, and Wang Nuonuo restrained her expression, turning to look.
She put on a standard eight-tooth smile and nodded as she stood up, “Hello, Uncle Zhang.”
Looking at the elegant and dignified young girl in front of him, the middle-aged man greeting her nodded with satisfaction, amicably inquiring of Wang Ji beside him, “Chairman Wang, are you interested in watching this?
Loki Heavy Industry is developing rapidly now.”
“Isn’t Chairman Zhang also interested?
Arabella’s weapons are now renowned throughout the Federation.
I’m afraid when this year’s financial report comes out, I’ll be left behind by a wide margin.
Haha, this old man is learning from young folks, chasing trends.” Wang Ji replied with a smile, leaving no room for error.
“Oh, my son is also here today, but he’s down below awaiting his exam; I suppose we’ll see him later.” Zhang Zongyao replied with a smile, “Nuonuo, you should focus on watching your brother Yuan Ren later, haha.”
Wang Ji and Wang Nuonuo exchanged a surprised glance.
“Oh?
Yuan Ren is here too.
Then this old man must take a good look.” Wang Ji stroked his beard, not expecting Zhang Zongyao to send his only son to such an examination, indicating significant intentions.
Wang Nuonuo felt a pang in her heart, deeply cursing Zhang Yuanren for joining such a competition—what bad luck.
Although she cursed Zhang Yuanren countless times in her heart, the young girl maintained an appropriate demeanor, slightly lowering her eyes, nodding politely, displaying the grace of a prominent family.
“Since Brother Yuan Ren is participating, he will surely be the center of attention, and I’m sure he’ll achieve outstanding results.
It’s Nuonuo’s honor to witness it.”
Zhang Zongyao watched the girl in front of him with satisfaction, growing more pleased.
With an enterprise as substantial as Loki Heavy Industry, without a male heir now, if Yuan Ren could combine with this girl, their family’s power might double.
Wang Nuonuo’s status wouldn’t be a grievance for his son.
“Alright, I’ll go take a seat over there for now, and I won’t disturb you.”
…
As the time approached, more and more candidates entered the venue.
“Dang!”
“Dang!”
The electronic clock chimed, indicating the time was 2 p.m.
Many candidates rubbed their fists and palms nervously, standing at the edge of the field, eager to compete.
Ten years of hard work, today awaited an earth-shattering moment, this field bearing the hopes of many!
At this moment, a Federation major stepped forward, addressing the candidates below from the circular platform with a reprimand.
“The competition officially begins now, candidates who have arrived here.
It’s time to say that the moment deciding your life has formally arrived!”
“Standing here itself is a demonstration of strength.
But please, look around at those beside you: They are all potential opponents.
Eight thousand and fifty-three people—this is the number of candidates today.” A commotion ensued below, with candidates beginning to glance around.
“However!” The major elongated his voice.
“I must tell you: This competition only selects the top 100!
So, for victory, for your future, give it your all, and fight!”
“The competition format is 1v1 random battles, with special vacancies allowed to battle against 17th-level military personnel.
So do not entertain any optimistic illusions.”
“The electronic system will broadcast in the field, and personal electronic badges will vibrate to prompt a message.
Upon hearing your examination number, proceed to the corresponding area to battle, while those waiting please wait outside.”
“The match begins!
I hope you can stand until the end!!”
With the major’s passionate shout, the grand competition officially commenced.
Eight thousand candidates in the waiting area held their breath, everyone awaiting the verdict of destiny.
Mu Fan clenched the electronic badge in his hand, silently waiting for the broadcast to announce.
“Match begins, Number 132 versus Number 5601, Fighting Platform 1!”
“Number 2414 versus Number 6966, Fighting Platform 2!”
“Number 13 versus Number 1121, Fighting Platform 3!”
…
Mu Fan listened to the electronic announcement, counting and discovering that a total of 120 people were called to battle.
This meant there were 60 fighting platforms in this giant venue, indeed a grand display!
He noticed that a boy named Phil in the small group that spoke with him was in the first-round match list.
Hearing his name, Phil flashed a confident smile at his companions, squeezed his fists, and walked onto Fighting Platform 47.
He decided to observe from here first.
Mu Fan made his decision; the disadvantage of competing in the first round was relatively significant, as no one knew the opponent’s strength.
Conversely, later competitors provided a better opportunity for accurate judgment.
But on the other hand, ignorance is bliss: the last competitors, if too informed, may become overly cautious.
On the fighting platform, it’s not uncommon to see the weak defeat the strong.
This is the allure of fighting.
The Federation military didn’t care much about personal strength, but rather if you could stand until the end!
Phil’s opponent took the stage—a lean and tall boy, looking quite fierce.
Phil didn’t hold an advantage in height, with both standing in opposite corners, awaiting the referee’s instruction.
Begin!
At the referee’s command, Phil quickly closed in, preparing to attack with a flying kick.
The fierce boy stomped his left foot hard, meeting him with a knee strike.
Behind him, Paje and the others held their breath, while Mu Fan’s eyes narrowed.
The angle of the fierce boy’s knee strike was a bit off!
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