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Chapter 128

The current atmosphere was at its peak. Fireworks burst splendidly, bugles blew, pigeons were set free, filling the air, and colorful flags flapped in the wind. With a gentle hubbub, all gazes were fixed on the stage.

"Begin!" An official with a loud and clear voice relayed the emperor's command.

The stadium clamoured with excitement. Only cheering and applause could be heard.

It was time to draw lots. The mass elimination had begun.

The first group did not include Claire, but Feng Yixuan walked up towards the stage.

Shui Wenmo didn't get up, but was itching to do so. He waved his fist excitedly, shouting continuously. "Yixuan, go get 'em! Finish 'em! Finish it quickly!" But then wind would blow. Shui Wenmo hastily arranged his hair. Then he would return to his bellowing. It was indescribably strange and hilarious. That hair freak!

Claire watched the people on stage and counted. There were actually about forty people. The mass elimination was such a disarray?

The crowd grew excited. Peddlers hollered to advertise drinks and snacks.

With this command, the competition had formally begun.

But before the crowd had spent their energy, they were thoroughly dumbstruck.

Feng Yixuan stood at the center of stage. With an evil laugh, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, saying forcefully, "Wind Carnage!"

Instantly, with Feng Yixuan as the center, a violent cyclone formed and swept outwards.

Instantly, with such wild winds, everybody was swaying, as if they were on the verge of being blown away. Shrieks rang out, hats flying. On the stands, the tablecloths of the nobles were sent flying with the hurricane. Everything turned to disarray. But then An Lisha snapped her fingers. A large barrier formed and the stands quieted down. But everybody was shocked. With just one move, Feng Yixuan had destroyed the stage's barrier!

The wild wind had also blown Claire's golden hair into a mess. She stared dumbfoundedly at the indifferent Feng Yixuan. Was this Feng Yixuan's true strength?

Previously, there had been many people on stage, but now, only Feng Yixuan was left! Feng Yixuan stood arrogantly at the center, wind blowing his long hair wildly, his clothes also whipping in the air.

Of the contestants that had been on stage, the weak ones had been directly blown into the air and had landed in random places in the stadium. The more powerful ones had still been blown off, cutting sorry figures.

"That guy... he's always so arrogant. Why can't he try to be a little more modest?" Feng Yihan said helplessly seeing the messy result of his son's attack, feeling a bit of a headache.

"That's my son, haha..." An Lisha laughed.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Feng Yixun!"

"Feng Yixuan!"

"Feng Yixuan!"

In that instant, screams rose and fell in succession across the stadium. It was the screams of many girls, whether they were commoners or nobility. The red haired, handsome youth stood so arrogantly on stage, so attractive. Shui Wenmo also stood up excitedly, shouting, "oh yeah~ oh yeah~", a strange sight. The rest of the contestants watched Feng Yixuan with shock, quite a few congratulating themselves for not having to face such a frightening person.

"Look, my son is so popular." An Lisha swung her hips delightfully, completely not caring about her public image.

But before Feng Yihan said anything, he was stopped by a savage, angry roar.

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