I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 32. As expected of you, Mu Qingtong.
Seeing Wei Shutong's serious expression, Xia Feng knew he couldn't explain, so he could only shake his head helplessly: "Old Wei, don't try to persuade me, I know what I'm doing."

"Besides, you know my temperament. You want me to bow down to Yan Xujia? Absolutely not! I'd rather beat the crap out of his head than admit I'm not a Xia!"

Wei Shutong stared at Xia Feng for a while, then his serious expression suddenly vanished. He patted Xia Feng on the shoulder and grinned, saying, "Not bad, you didn't disappoint me."

"Take this," he said, tossing a pebble over.

Xia Feng was taken aback, somewhat speechless: "No, Lao Wei, are you testing me again?"

"It's not really a test, I just want to see what your choice is," Wei Shutong said with a smile. "Since you've chosen to confront it head-on, I'll lend you a hand."

He pointed to the blue and white shimmering stones on the table, "These are the Unsolvable Stones. When used in a life-or-death situation, they can greatly increase the probability of a spiritual weapon awakening."

"Huh?" Xia Feng stared blankly at the indestructible stone. Well, it seems he doesn't need to buy it himself.

"Although I don't have high expectations for you, I still hope you remember one thing."

"What?" Xia Feng looked up.

"Winning or losing doesn't matter, being cool is for life!"

Although the middle-aged man with slicked-back hair was middle-aged, he was still full of passion. With a serious look in his eyes and a powerful voice, he declared, "Even if I lose, I will lose with my head held high!!"

Xia Feng: "."

*
In just five days, the popularity of the fair competition has reached unprecedented heights.

Although Weiyang Academy strictly prohibits private fights between students, the eighteen- or nineteen-year-old boys are all hot-blooded and vigorous, and a dispute always occurs every few days.

Therefore, Weiyang Academy and the Holy See of Justice of the Empire reached a cooperation agreement, namely the 'Fair Duel' in the Fair Arena.

The Fair Fighting Arena is open one day each month for students to resolve disputes.

As long as both parties wager within the limits permitted by imperial law and sign a fair contract, under the watchful eye of the God of Justice, no one can escape the contract's sanctions.

For this reason, the 8th of each month is also known as Justice Day.

A little over a decade ago, Justice Day was quite popular, but with the improvement of college rules and regulations in recent years, disputes between students have decreased year by year, and Justice Day has almost faded from people's view.

But today, as Xia Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the waiting room, looking at the surging crowd that filled the huge oval arena, he experienced for the first time what it meant to be surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

Even standing behind the soundproof glass, you can still feel the surging waves of cheers from the outside.

This arena is the size of three football fields. More than thirty miniature high-speed drones are scattered in the sky, their probes glowing with a faint red light as they scan the entire arena. The images of those scanned are projected onto a huge canopy hundreds of meters high.

Three arched canopies in the sky formed a semi-circular cap, on which the faces of the audience flashed by. When they saw themselves appear in the camera's view, some cheered with raised fists, some whistled and made funny faces, some kissed and hugged, and some even went so far as to put men on top of each other.
Perhaps the director controlling the drone was disgusted, because he quickly switched the camera angle.

The camera captured the face of a woman wearing half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses. When she saw the camera looking at her, her beautiful eyes curved slightly, and she smiled gently.

"Wow—wow, this senior is so beautiful! Wait, she looks so familiar." A pink-haired girl was immediately drawn to the woman's appearance on the sky.

"Of course she's beautiful! This is Goddess Mu!" A boy next to him clenched his fist, his eyes shining. "She truly deserves to be my goddess! Her smile is so gentle!"

"Oh right, I remember now!" the pink-haired girl exclaimed suddenly. "I saw her in yesterday's National Top 100 Soul Song Competition, and I even voted for her."

"Spirit Song?" Someone nearby exclaimed in surprise. "What the hell? Mu Shen went to the Spirit Song Competition? And he even made it into the top 100?"

The pink-haired girl was surprised that all her classmates knew Mu Qingtong. She excitedly recommended, "Yes, you guys should check out the latest live stream replay! Mu Qingtong made it into the top 100! Although her singing..."

At this point, the girl paused, a hint of embarrassment on her face, "My singing wasn't very good, but putting aside the pitch, it was still quite pleasant to listen to."

"..." The moment they saw Mu Qingtong, many people in the venue recognized her.

After all, the spiritual competition has a very wide reach, and many people like to follow the emotions contained in the spirituals to feel the story and feelings that the singer wants to express.

What Xia Feng didn't expect was that Mu Qingtong actually made it into the top 100? With her tone-deaf voice, it would be good enough if she could even get into the preliminary round with 10,000 participants. How did she even make it into the top 100?
"Waaaaah, Mu Shen is so handsome, I love him so much~"

There were many staff members in the waiting room, who also stood by the window, gazing at the sky with fascination and discussing among themselves.

Xia Feng was pushed from the front row to the back by them. He looked at this group of staff members who had no professionalism and was speechless. His eyes twitched slightly.

Okay, he understood. The Spirit Song Competition uses a public voting system, so whether Mu Qingtong sings well or not is not the key. Having a beautiful face that appeals to both men and women is the key.

Xia Feng still couldn't figure out what the World-Destroying Witch was trying to do by participating in the Spirit Song Competition.
The director on set was awful; after spotting a stunningly beautiful woman, he simply stopped the shot and didn't cut to her.

But because of this, the atmosphere at the venue reached a new peak, with waves of sound and constant screams.

"Ahhh~ I really want to be pinned against the wall by Sister Mu~"

This is 姛.

"Lord Mu Qingtong! Please stomp on me hard!"

This is m.

"Siha~ Siha~"

This is something you'll have to figure out for yourself.

"Buzz-"

Xia Feng's phone vibrated. He glanced at it and saw it was a text message from Wei Shutong.

[Cheap Foster Father: We've found the account name driving the hype surrounding this fair match. It's a private ID called 'Red Heart.' This person is meticulous and hasn't left any traceable information.]

Hearts? The moment Xia Feng saw this ID name, he knew who it was.

Mu Qingtong, it seems she was wearing the Red Heart Mask when she was being chased by the Holy Department agents in Blood Calamity Street a few days ago.

He just couldn't understand why this witch was making such a big deal out of this. Was she trying to embarrass him?

"Buzz-"

[Cheap foster father: There's something else strange. Your odds at the underground casino have reached 1 to 100, but your fiancée is betting 100,000 on you to win.]

Xia Feng: "."

"Fine, fine, Mu Qingtong, is this how you play the game?" Xia Feng sighed, his eyelids twitching slightly.

With odds of 100, that means if he wins, Mu Qingtong will directly receive 1000 million.

Does this guy really trust me that much?
No, that's not the point. The point is that this guy was behind the scenes stirring up hype and expanding the betting pool, trying to rake in everyone's money in one fell swoop.

As expected of you, Mu Qingtong.

Xia Feng guessed that if it weren't for the fear that the bookmaker would collapse and not be able to pay out, this woman's investment might have been even greater.

(End of this chapter)