Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

After a hundred moves, Lin Caiyi lost to Li Shou.

Immediately after, Jiang Tian'ai stepped forward to challenge Li Shou.

After another hundred moves, Li Shou won that match.

Li Ruhai, the Nine Immortals Dao Palace representative, and Pei Ran all wore sour expressions.

Master Jie Hai, however, was beaming, smiling and cupping his hands toward everyone:

“Thank you, thank you for the match.”

Although Dongfang Haojie from Divine Sect was the first to successfully defend the platform, the fact that this eighth-rank disciple from Arhat Temple also held his ground genuinely added face to the temple.

Master Jie Hai looked at Li Shou with suddenly softer eyes:

“Hui Shu, go sit aside and rest.”

Li Shou pressed his palms together in salute, then walked to the rear and sat cross-legged to recuperate.

Next, a seventh-rank promising talent from the Ironclad Department stepped up to defend.

He failed again, and then disciples from the three major sects—whose strength matched Dongfang Haojie’s level—took turns stepping forward and succeeded in defending.

Yang Ling noticed that after these four defenders succeeded, a meaningful look appeared on the faces of Jie Hai and the others.

“In their view, those four are the ones fighting over the various rewards. If you can defend your own reward and also seize your opponent’s, that’s a huge score!”

Yang Ling didn’t rush to act, he continued to wait quietly.

Gradually, people began to sense that something was off.

The seventh-rank talents from the Ironclad Department seemed lacking in fundamental training; their base attributes were weaker than those of the three sects’ disciples.

Moreover, whenever an Ironclad seventh-rank talent came out to defend, the three sects immediately rotated mid-to-high tier fighters onto the stage, causing the Ironclad Department’s seventh-rank talents to fail every single time.

All of them, like Li Huaiyi, were defeated in their first match.

Director Lu Yunchen and his group of directors had already seen the oddity in the situation, and their expressions turned ashen.

“It seems the three sects are using this competition to beat up the Ironclad Department, deliberately making the Ironclad Department lose face.”

Yang Ling frowned slightly.

By now many disciples from the three sects had successfully defended.

In contrast, not a single disciple from the Ironclad Department had.

The Fourth Prince, who had been smiling, had already lost that smile; he sipped his tea and watched the matches with a detached gaze.

Another Ironclad seventh-rank talent failed to defend and trudged back in disgrace.

Master Jie Hai suddenly smiled:

“Director Lu, your Ironclad Department cannot produce a single disciple capable of defending? It seems they’re busy with official duties, and their cultivation has been neglected.”

Li Huaiyi and the others turned ashen, shame and anger welling up in their chests.

Their gazes then shifted to Yang Ling and Yun Ruo.

Unnoticed, only these two seventh-rank disciples from the Ironclad Department remained uncalled.

“Oh? Two more haven’t stepped forward. Could these two be the Ironclad Department’s secret trump cards?”

Master Jie Hai swept his gaze over the pair, his words dripping with sardonic mockery.

“Master Jie Hai, the Ironclad Department is not a martial sect. These young chief constables are occupied with official duties, arresting thieves and apprehending Black List criminals.

They naturally have less time to train.”

The Fourth Prince said coolly.

Master Jie Hai smiled and nodded:

“The Fourth Prince speaks truly.”

Lu Yunchen looked at Yun Ruo:

“Yun Ruo, you go defend this round.”

“Yes.”

Yun Ruo walked onto the arena with a blank expression.

Arhat Temple immediately sent out a young monk to face her.

“This opponent’s three main attributes are weaker than Director Yun Ruo’s.”

“Or rather, among those who haven’t advanced to the next round, no one on site has attributes higher than Director Yun Ruo.”

Yang Ling had already formed an outcome prediction for this battle in his mind.

When Yun Ruo had previously fought He Dongfeng, she had been ruthless and seasoned, clearly tempered by many real battles.

In a fight, once you hold the advantage in strength, the victory is largely decided.

Sure enough, Yun Ruo finished the match in fifty moves, placing her official saber at the opponent’s throat.

The Arhat Temple disciple looked ashamed and bowed his head in surrender.

The smile on Master Jie Hai’s face stiffened noticeably.

“Director Yun Ruo’s Azure Dragon Movement Technique is perfectly honed.”

He glanced at the Nine Immortals Dao Palace representative with a faint smirk.

That representative smiled and said, “Yun Ruo is originally our Nine Immortals Dao Palace disciple, she’s merely serving in the Ironclad Department.”

“She’s from Nine Immortals Dao Palace as well?”

Lin Caiyi and the other players looked at Yun Ruo with curiosity, somewhat surprised.

“So she isn’t purely Ironclad Department-born after all.”

Li Ruhai mused.

After saying this, he realized and turned to Lu Yunchen with a smile:

“Director Lu, I mean nothing by it.”

Lu Yunchen showed no expression: “Saying less won’t kill anyone.”

Li Ruhai chuckled and fell silent.

In the next two matches, Yun Ruo’s opponents were a Divine Sect disciple and an Extreme Flame Sword Manor disciple respectively.

Once the Nine Immortals Dao Palace disciple learned of her background, they naturally did not block her from advancing.

Yun Ruo won both matches and smoothly advanced to the next round.

Li Huaiyi and the others breathed a collective sigh of relief.

No matter what, the Ironclad Department didn’t lose face entirely this time.

“It’s just a pity the Fourth Prince’s reward will probably be taken by them.”

Li Huaiyi thought this and flicked a look at Yang Ling, a faint sneer passing through his eyes.

The fact that Yang Ling hadn’t stepped forward for so long clearly suggested fear!

A martial artist who harbors fear—what kind of martial artist is that?

After a few breaths, with no one else coming forward to defend, Lu Yunchen glanced at Yang Ling:

“Yang Ling, the Ironclad Department has only you left among the seventh-rank talents. Aren’t you going to step up?”

Everyone’s eyes snapped onto Yang Ling.

“All right, Director Lu!”

Yang Ling walked calmly to the center of the arena.

The three sects’ disciples looked at him with faint amusement.

He was the Ironclad Department’s last seventh-rank talent.

If he were defeated, the Ironclad Department’s reputation would be badly damaged.

After all, each sect already had several disciples who had advanced to the next round.

Compared side by side, the outcome would be obvious.

“My Arhat Temple disciple would like to spar with Chief Constable Yang. Please oblige.”

Master Jie Hai cupped his hands and smiled toward Li Ruhai and the others.

Li Ruhai and the other two exchanged glances and didn’t make this difficult; they all nodded.

The three sects’ disciples, seeing their elders assent, were polite enough not to step up to challenge Yang Ling.

Lu Yunchen glanced at Master Jie Hai but did not stop him.

An Arhat Temple disciple slowly walked out from the crowd and faced Yang Ling.

By this stage of the matches, the first round was nearing its end.

The true experts had already gone on to the next round to wait.

Yang Ling opened the opponent’s status panel to take another look.

Strength just over 60, Agility just over 40.

His overall attributes were a tier below Yun Ruo’s.

Comparable to Valley of the Dead disciple Dai Huaijin.

“Yang practitioner, I apologize for any offense.”

The opponent clasped his hands in salute, then in the next instant transformed into a gust of wind and charged at Yang Ling.

His hands left afterimages as they swung.

Second-Rate martial technique—Arhat Demon-Subduing Palm!

But the next second, Yang Ling had vanished from his original spot.

He closed the distance to his opponent even faster.

His legs created phantom afterimages.

Second-Rate martial technique—Twelve Paths Vajra Legs!

At that moment, Yang Ling released everything: Vajra Bright King Technique and Ethereal Steps, allowing his Agility to utterly overwhelm the opponent.

Dozens of kicks struck the opponent’s chest in rapid succession, sending him flying out of the arena.

From the first exchange to the end, it took fewer than twenty moves, first battle, decisive victory!

The match ended so quickly that many people were left stunned.

Lin Caiyi and the others stared unblinkingly at the scene, awe slowly flashing across their eyes.

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