Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 12: A Tier 5 player gets counter-killed by a Tier 4 player. Do you even know how to play?
The Demon Hunter Team selection competition has entered its fourth day, and the preliminary rounds are nearing their end.

The top ten teams for the three temples with fewer participants—Assassin's Temple, Soul Temple, and Priest Temple—have already been determined.

However, the competition continues in the three temples with the largest number of participants: the Knight Temple, the Warrior Temple, and the Magic Temple.

Feng Yao sat in the first row and asked Dian Yan again about the battle situation of the other five holy temples.

Wang Yuanyuan propped her chin up and leaned her gaze over as well.

"Hey, Brother Fengyao, this ranking competition is really interesting!" Dianyan lowered her voice, her eyes sparkling. "The Assassin Temple has produced a Tier 5 assassin this year, and the Priest Temple is even more bizarre, producing a 'violent priest' who can wield a warhammer and crush all the other priests!"

"But that's not the most incredible thing yet."

At this point, Dianyan deliberately dragged out her words, her gaze lingering on Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan's faces.

Wang Yuanyuan immediately became interested and leaned forward against Feng Yao: "Oh? How so?"

After all, everyone loves to hear gossip.

Dian Yan rubbed her hands together, her tone tinged with schadenfreude: "Hehe, speaking of the most incredible thing, yesterday Han Yu, a fifth-tier knight from the Knight Temple, actually failed in the elimination rounds!"

He lowered his voice, almost whispering, "That kid relied on being a fifth-tier warrior and didn't use any protective equipment or even summon a mount. As a result, a fourth-tier guardian knight took the opportunity to kill him."

He naturally knew Han Yu; that guy was incredibly arrogant, always boasting about becoming a Divine Knight in the future.

Han Qian: A level 5 player got counter-killed by a level 4 player, do you even know how to play?!

"Is there anything else?" Feng Yao asked.

“That’s it.” Dianyan pouted. “Apart from that, the other temples performed normally, while the people from the Magic Temple and the Soul Temple were relatively conservative.”

"Don't you have anything to say about Han Yu?" Dianyan pressed on, unwilling to give up.

“It’s just being stuck in the past.” Feng Yao said calmly, his voice devoid of much emotion. “If fifth-order spiritual power is only used to show off one’s level, it’s no different from an inanimate object.”

He recalled the scene when he broke through to the fifth level, and Ren Wokuang smashed him with his heavy sword. The old guy had said at the time, "Spiritual power is for breaking the enemy's bones, not for showing off."

This kind of arrogant guy who's just taking advantage of his temporary lead in strength has no future if he's not suppressed.

Wang Yuanyuan tilted her head curiously to look at Dian Yan, "Is that Han Yu that powerful? Why are you so gloating over him?"

“He’s very strong. With his strength and his mount, I’m no match for him,” Dianyan said seriously.

Feng Yao spoke again: "No matter how sharp a sword is, it's just scrap metal in the hands of a fool."

"The fourth-tier knight who defeated him was the truly interesting one."

Dianyan nodded repeatedly from the side: "That's true! I heard that the knight named Long Haochen hasn't summoned his mount yet, so he's probably a formidable opponent in this competition."

"Perhaps," Feng Yao replied casually.

Soon, the golden number ball landed on numbers one and twenty. However, the fourth round contestant was quite calm. Yesterday, even the peak fourth-tier berserker had been defeated, so going up there would only be a disgrace for him.

So he simply gave up.

Wang Yuanyuan's opponent chose to take a gamble, but the outcome was the same; the shield, shaped like a giant axe, easily crushed him, rendering him unable to fight.

In addition, there's the Soldier II's cigarette.

His opponent was straightforward, just like the person facing Feng Yao, admitting defeat immediately.

If you draw a Tier 5 card, you can only accept your bad luck, since luck is also a part of your strength.

……

On the fifth day, the atmosphere at the Holy Alliance Grand Tournament Trial Grounds eased considerably, except that the top ten from each of the five major temples were determined.

The atmosphere inside the Warrior's Temple remained heavy, with everyone else looking at Feng Yao and his two companions sitting in the first row.

Clearly, they were afraid of drawing one of these three insurmountable fifth-tier battle masters.

However, it's clear that three lucky individuals will be eliminated today; those with weaker abilities must learn to accept defeat. This is unavoidable; each temple's fifth-tier professionals will not meet before the top ten are determined, to ensure the success of the temple's selection finals.

Soon, as one fourth-tier Grandmaster after another finished their matches, Feng Yao and his two companions, who were sitting in the first row, also began their battle.

First, Wang Yuanyuan won easily, and then Feng Yao was selected.

When the words "Soldier One" and "Soldier Seventy-Three" appeared, an eerie silence fell over the entire venue.

Only number 67, who shared the same fate as number 73, showed a bitter expression.

He was the only one left to compete, and it was clear that Dianyan would be his opponent in the end.

This was destined to be a losing battle.

I tried for five days, but I still lost in the end.

Warrior number seventy-three shared the same thought; his knuckles gripping the battle axe suddenly turned white, and the clanging of armor was particularly jarring in the empty training ground.

Feng Yao stood up and leaped onto the competition field.

"Game start!"

As the words fell.

Warrior number seventy-three suddenly let out a hoarse roar, his axe blade carrying fourth-level spiritual power as he swung it down, but it was easily caught when it was three feet away from Feng Yao.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure swept out from Feng Yao, like a ferocious beast devouring people.

"I surrender!"

After only a few breaths, the soldier collapsed to his knees, his back soaked with sweat.

Dian Yan whistled and whispered in Wang Yuanyuan's ear, "That's ruthless. Just with spiritual power, you overwhelmed your opponent. Luckily, I'm only at the fifth level..."

Wang Yuanyuan ignored him, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Feng Yao.

As Feng Yao walked off the field, Wang Yuanyuan reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Feng Yao, Feng Yao, shall we go eat the Flaming Fruit Cookies from Honey Talk Workshop?"

The whistles of the smoke-blowing vendors and the chatter of other soldiers around him were automatically filtered out; he could only hear the undisguised joy in her voice.

"We need to eat dinner before sweets," Feng Yao said seriously, then looked at Dian Yan: "I'll go first. We should be able to fight tomorrow."

"Looking forward to tomorrow!" Dianyan said with a smile.

As Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan walked out of the warrior training ground side by side, the night had already soaked into the holy city.

Soon, the two finished dinner and bought desserts.

The Flaming Fruit Cookies were still warm. Wang Yuanyuan held the oil paper package, her fingertips drenched in fine powdered sugar, and every now and then she would tiptoe to bring the cookies to Feng Yao's lips.

As the boy turned his head to avoid it, a barely perceptible warmth shimmered in his crimson eyes.

"Wipe it off." Feng Yao looked at the sugar stains on the corner of her mouth, took out a handkerchief from his storage bag and handed it to her.

Wang Yuanyuan playfully stuck out her tongue.

Helpless, Feng Yao took a handkerchief and wiped her face himself.

This is the accommodation for the participants of the Knights' Temple, which is completely different from the iron-blooded style of the Warriors' Temple.

As the two passed by, Feng Yao suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Is someone fighting? Why would this happen so late at night?

"Yuan Yuan, wait for me here, there's some noise inside!"

(End of this chapter)