Chapter 85: Slacking Off, Day Eighty-Five
The third day of the Trial of Immortals Assembly.
The second day of matches arrived as scheduled.
This time, the match between Wen Ying and Mu Xiaoxiao was the very first one.
Upon learning that her opponent was Wen Ying, Mu Xiaoxiaoâs expression had turned somewhat sour.
Now that she was officially standing on the stage, Mu Xiaoxiaoâs brows were furrowed even tighter.
Because Wen Yingâsimplyâdidn’tâcome!
After returning yesterday, Wen Ying had reflected deeply on the painful lesson of her previous failure and finally reached a conclusionâ
Lying down after getting on stage was still too late. This time, she would lie down before even reaching the stage. She had to lose right at the starting line!
Thatâs right. At this very moment, Wen Ying was sound asleep in her room.
She had simply sealed off her five senses. Let the System scream, let the System shoutâWen Ying couldn’t hear a thing.
Is everyone insane? Holding a match at five in the morning. Are we competing with roosters to see who wakes up earlier?
Sorry, Wen Ying chooses sleep.
Wen Ying would absolutely not admit that she just wanted to sleep in.
This was a strategy for throwing the match.
Throwing a Match Style TwoâDon’t fear the match is too early; fear the sleep isn’t sound enough!
As Xu Mofeng called Wen Ying’s name for the fifth time with no response, whispering began to ripple through the crowd of onlookers.
“Wen Ying barely showed up on time last match; what does she mean by this today? Anyway, I don’t believe she won last time because of some strange kung fu. The way I see it, she just deliberately sold that guy a crappy saber with poor quality!”
“I heard that Wen Ying used to rely on her family’s power to bully Miss Mu all day long. This time, sheâs probably late on purpose just to embarrass Miss Mu.”
“Or maybe it’s just contempt. We disciples of the Xun Xian Sect all know how tyrannical Wen Ying has been in the sect all these years…”
Mu Xiaoxiao didn’t know what game Wen Ying was playing.
But based on her understanding of Wen Ying, the current situation was less likely to be contempt or a deliberate snub, and more likely that she had simply overslept.
If Wen Ying had come up and started pointing fingers or mocking her publicly, that would be plausible.
But simply not showing up… Wen Ying didn’t have the brains for that kind of psychological warfare, nor would she use such a roundabout strategy to mock her.
Although everyone was gossiping, most were just there to watch the drama and weren’t particularly anxious.
Even Mu Xiaoxiao on stage and Xu Mofeng, who was calling Wen Ying’s name for the sixth time, were only slightly displeased.
However, there was one person in the venue who, despite appearing calm and breezy on the surface, was inwardly as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
âNaturally, it was Xu Huang!
Xu Huang had prepared everything. Who knew that at the critical moment, Wen Ying wouldn’t show up!
Even if she had sky-high abilities, if Wen Yingâthe most important target of her framingâdidn’t come to the match, who was she supposed to frame? A ghost?!
A bead of sweat trickled down Xu Huang’s temple. Her hands were clenched tight inside her sleeves, fingernails digging into her palms, drawing faint traces of blood.
But Xu Huang felt no pain at all.
Compared to the situation she was facing, this little pain was nothing.
She had had enough of failure.
Failure after failure… failure, failureâshe hated that word!
Success. She must succeed!
Wen Ying was clearly the one who had done all the bad things, so why did the Heavens never punish her!
Why were some people born with a silver spoon in their mouthâeven if none of it truly belonged to them? While others were born as rotting mud in the fields, the stench in a cesspit? Even if they used every unscrupulous means and gave all their effort, it all ended up in vain!
She had had enough! She had absolutely had enough!
She could abandon everything. Perfect love, a perfect life, even her own bodyâXu Huang could cast it all aside.
She only wanted to see Wen Ying wish she were dead.
She could not fail again.
Xu Huang suddenly unclenched her fists, letting the blood drip from her fingertips. The corners of her mouth gradually curled into an indescribable smile.
Yesterday, didn’t Wen Ying achieve a ridiculous victory with that… Sleeping Fist?
Since she could win while lying down, then why couldn’t she compete without being present?
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