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Chapter 68 The Disabled - Zhou Yan

After practicing martial arts, especially breathing techniques, Zhou Yan's appetite increased a lot. He devoured the large amount of food brought by the two sisters in one sitting, and he finished almost one third of it by himself.

As for her elder sister Luo Xuan, she was a higher-level warrior and had a bigger appetite than Zhou Yan, so she ate up 80% of the remaining food.

My younger sister Luo Ke eats much less, just a normal amount for a girl of her age, and she doesn't eat very fast.

Zhou Yan, who was the first to finish his meal, asked Luo Xuan, "Xiang Ping, who was friendly to me in the elevator just now, said that our sword hall players with poor performance must go through a round of 'brawl' first. Xiaoxuan, do you know about this?"

"Yes, I know." Luo Xuan nodded while wiping his mouth. "You are also going to participate in this brawl. You will probably have to compete with ten or so people for the top four spots. I believe you will be able to do it."

Zhou Yan complained helplessly: "Xiao Xuan should have told me in advance so that I could be prepared."

"No need." Luo Xuan stood up and picked up her sister. "It's almost time. Let's go to the first floor."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Luo Ke had a meat bun in her mouth, looking dissatisfied.

The three of them did not choose the crowded elevator, but went down the stairs directly and soon arrived at the first floor.

After Zhou Yan signed in with Luo Xuan at the door, he quickly came to the gathering area under the guidance of the staff. At this time, many chairs had been neatly arranged in the area, and most of them were already occupied.

Zhou Yan and the other two were arranged to sit almost at the back of the room. Before he sat down, he took a quick glance and saw Xiang Ping and Zheng Keren, father and son, sitting in the front row.

It seems that the seating arrangement is also based on the "performance" of the sword hall.

Luo Ke looked depressed: "Sister, one day, they will take the initiative to let us sit in the front row."

Luo Xuan paused, touched her head, and said nothing.

Zhou Yan didn't say anything either. He just sat up straight with his eyes flickering.

If - he can take the so-called top spot, the situation in Luo Xuan's sword hall will definitely change a little, right?
Time passed slowly, and all the chairs were filled.

In front, under the gazes of hundreds of people, a gray-haired middle-aged man who looked quite heroic slowly walked to the high platform in front.

After seeing this person, the whole audience quickly became quiet.

The middle-aged man glanced around and spoke calmly. His voice was clearly heard throughout the room without the need for any amplification equipment.

"I am the leader of Lihuo Pavilion in Yicheng, Cong Shiyun."

"Without further ado, this exchange meeting is expected to last for ten days. The first five days are for student representatives to exchange ideas and learn from each other, which is held every year. The purpose is to see the development of each sword hall over the past year. Currently, there are 72 sword halls present, and 311 people have signed in, including 72 participating student representatives. So, please follow the staff's instructions to wait in the waiting area if you have received the notice in advance."

"The 'fight' for the final four places in the finals is about to begin."

As the head of Lihuo Pavilion finished speaking.

A staff member who had been waiting on the side came to Zhou Yan's side.

"Excuse me, you must be Mr. Zhou Yan, please follow me and get ready."

Zhou Yan stood up and looked at Luo Xuan and Luo Ke.

"Brother Zhou Yan, come on!" Luo Ke gave him a little fist with an excited look on her face.

Luo Xuan didn't say anything, but just nodded at him, her eyes cold but trusting.

Zhou Yan also smiled back at the two of them, then silently followed the staff away. Like him, eleven other people stood up from the back row.

Amidst the noisy whispers, everyone in the room looked at Zhou Yan and the other twelve "bottom-ranked" people with a hint of amusement, just like looking at the complimentary side dishes before the main course.

After all, the students taught by the sword gym with the worst performance are generally not that good.

As all twelve people left, a huge screen rose up in front of the venue. In the center of the screen was a huge indoor forest, and around it were evenly distributed images of twelve representative students who were tracked and photographed throughout the entire process.

"These twelve people will now fight in this actual combat simulation venue until four winners are chosen. It shouldn't take too long, so just treat it as a preliminary round before the official exchange."

Pavilion Master Cong Shiyun sat down in his main seat and said calmly.

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After Zhou Yan followed the staff out of the venue, he was taken to a closed room with cameras.

The staff member said to him directly: "Student Zhou Yan, I will use the detector to check whether you are carrying any illegal items and put on standard protective gear for you. Is there any problem? I will start now."

"Okay." Zhou Yan nodded slightly and raised his hands in cooperation.

The staff member smiled at him politely and took out a detector. Just as it reached his hand, a red light started flashing.

"Student Zhou, what's this?" The staff member looked puzzled and reached out to touch Zhou Yan's left hand. Through the gloves, he felt a substance as hard as gold and iron. "Divine machine?"

Zhou Yan nodded, took off his gloves frankly to reveal his 'Luo Hand', and smiled: "This is my prosthetic hand, do you think I need to take it off?"

The staff member looked embarrassed, then nodded shyly: "Sorry, only the main competition has the rule of 'allowing low-grade divine machines'. There is no such rule in the brawl stage, so I need to keep it for you temporarily."

Zhou Yan didn't hesitate too much. He took the initiative to press the mechanism, took off Luo's hand and handed it to the other party: "Then thank you for your trouble. This is something very important to me. Please keep it carefully."

As Zhou Yan took off Luo's hand, his disability of being broken at the wrist was revealed.

Outside the conference hall, everyone was looking at the screen showing the situation in Zhou Yan's room, and there was some commotion.

“No left hand.”

"He's quite handsome, but it's a pity that he's actually disabled."

"Did you notice that his right eye is also..."

"I'm afraid this person will be eliminated soon."

Listening to the whispered discussions around, Luo Ke, who was beside Luo Xuan, grabbed her skirt tightly with both hands. She looked at Luo Xuan with an uneasy look on her face: "Sister, why can't Zhou Yan wear the magic machine? The Luo Hand only uses the simplest circuit and has a single function. It can't be used in combat at all now."

Luo Xuan shook her head gently, lowered her eyes, and rarely said a word to comfort her sister.

"The rules are set like this. Once we get to the finals, everything will be fine."

in the room.

The staff member looked quite guilty after taking the Luo hand handed over by Zhou Yan.

"He is already disabled, and I am still making things difficult for him. Am I still a human being?"

So he thought.

Then he quickly helped Zhou Yan put on the standard protective gear with the same white background and red patterns, and handed him a standard imitation sword commonly seen in Nanming Sword Hall.

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(End of this chapter)