Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

"puff!"

Bai Ling spat out the tea she had just taken a sip of, splashing it onto the light screen.

She jumped up and stared intently at the name on the orb of light, looking at it repeatedly.

Who's fighting whom? She's fighting against whom!

Can the people from the Magic Temple and Knight Temple be a little more reliable?!

sister?

Long Haochen was shocked. When did his sister represent the Knights Temple in the Demon Hunter Squad?

Doesn't she represent a magic temple or a priest's temple?

Moreover, who is Yang Wenzhao?

Li Xin was also startled; no one expected that the light orb would actually hit Bai Ling.

She didn't even register or get a number, so how did she get selected by the light sphere?

The other contestants around them all turned their attention to the strangers next to them.

Are there any female knights named Bai Ling in this year's competition?

How come they didn't see it?

In the stands, Chen Ying'er had already reacted. She used her pink spiritual power to amplify her voice and shouted towards the deathly silent podium: "Is there a mistake? How can Yang Wenzhao fight Bai Ling? Bai Ling isn't even a member of the Knight Temple!"

Did the female audience member in the red VIP section recognize Bai Ling?

There is a story!

Inside the training ground, everyone's gaze invariably shifted to the stands.

Most professionals have excellent eyesight, and they easily spotted Bai Ling, who had stood up, exuding a cold aura and with a rather unpleasant expression.

"Oh, she's quite the ice queen."

“I know Yang Wenzhao. He’s a fifth-tier Earth Knight from the Knight Temple! Logically, he should have been the one to get a bye. How come he ended up with that young girl?”

"A fifth-tier Earth Knight fighting a female mage who doesn't even look like a fourth-tier mage, that's ridiculous."

Soon, the whispering crowd was silenced by a surge of blood-red killing intent emanating from the podium.

"This is the training ground! How dare you act so presumptuously! All of you, be quiet!"

In the audience, the members of the Assassin's Temple, upon sensing the aura of their master, were too excited to speak, only daring to raise their weapons to express their inner turmoil.

"My lords, I don't understand why this light sphere is malfunctioning. I didn't enter the information of the fifth-tier Earth Knight contestants into it at all! Not to mention, Miss Bai Ling, who doesn't participate in the Demon Hunter Selection Tournament from the Knight Temple, her identity information was definitely not done by us."

On the platform, the mage, stammering and sweating profusely, couldn't explain how the light orb temporarily lent to the Knights' Temple had suddenly malfunctioned.

Saint Moon stood there, looking at the Holy Knight Commander with an icy expression, and asked suspiciously, "Knight Commander, you don't really want Bai Ling and Yang Wenzhao to fight, do you?"

What's going on with all this silence?

The Paladin Commander glanced at the young man standing beside him, not with the other youths, and slowly asked, "What do you think?"

The young man in black shook his head, making no attempt to hide anything, and said frankly, "I have no other intentions, I will follow your orders."

The Paladin Commander nodded and said, "Alright, since it's not man-made but fate, then you can have a spar with Bai Ling this afternoon, just enough to make him pay."

Yang Wenzhao thought for a moment, then hesitated before speaking, "Miss Bai Ling, would you be willing to spar with me in public?"

The Paladin Commander looked at Yang Wenzhao, who seemed hesitant and unsure whether to use his full strength, and shook his head, saying, "Bai Ling is stronger than you think. If you don't believe me, you can ask the Knight."

Saint Moon stroked his beard, rolled his eyes, and said, "You people from the Knights' Temple are the most concerned about saving face. Even when you make a mistake, you insist on having someone bite the bullet and do it. It's no wonder you have so many people this year and have to do all this."

"I'm going to find my dear granddaughter now, I'm not going to play with you old folks anymore."

As she spoke, Saint Moon vanished from the platform in the form of a shadow.

The Paladin Commander shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, let's continue announcing the other challengers."

The mage of the magic temple wiped the sweat from his brow and continued to use his spiritual power to activate the light sphere, while explaining the upcoming assessment details: who would be dueling with whom, and in what time slot.

Everyone was initially curious about Bai Ling and Yang Wenzhao's questions, but since the important figures on the podium didn't say anything, the contestants didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Rather than being curious about what others are doing, it's more important to worry about whether you can beat your opponent and get points.

Needless to say, a small portion of the audience had heard of Chen Ying'er and Bai Ling.

One is a prodigy of the Soul Temple, the Soul Temple Master's precious darling since childhood.

The other girl, whose background and identity are both very mysterious, is someone that these people can't afford to mess with.

Didn't you see they were all sitting in the red stands?

Therefore, no one openly mentioned the first match this afternoon.

Privately, they all agreed to arrive at the Knight's Trial Grounds on time that afternoon to see if the two would actually fight.

Bai Ling, who was pouring tea for Sheng Yue, glanced at the old man whose chest was rising and falling noticeably, and said with a faint smile, "Grandpa Sheng Yue, I'm not angry yet, why are you already angry?"

Saint Moon said irritably, "The Knight Temple just likes to show off its image. They don't know how to take responsibility when they make mistakes. They only feel satisfied when you fight Yang Wenzhao this afternoon for everyone to see."

Upon hearing the name Yang Wenzhao, Chen Ying'er's expression turned sour. She gave an awkward smile and remained silent.

She dared not speak, and Ye Hua beside her dared not speak either.

At this moment, Ye Xiuluo only dared to stare at the numbers scrolling on the screen; the murderous aura emanating from the chivalrous master was too heavy.

Bai Ling waved her hand dismissively, "Since they want to watch, let's play. It's not an elimination tournament anyway."

Saint Moon slammed her hand on the table. "That's exactly what angers me! It's because they know the qualifiers only use a points system that they let you and Yang Wenzhao fight without any restraint!"

"If it were a knockout stage, they wouldn't dare to make such boastful remarks!"

"If I had known this would happen, I would have preferred to let you represent the Assassin Temple in this Demon Hunter selection competition. Neither the Magic Temple nor the Knight Temple is any good."

Chen Ying'er's eyes lit up, "That's right!"

After the cursing Saint Moon left, the crowd below began to disperse.

Everyone is preparing for the points-based matches this afternoon and tomorrow.

Bai Ling glanced at the height of the stands and boldly led Chen Ying'er to try out the high-altitude levitation trick.

Long Haochen, Li Xin, and Yang Wenzhao, who were observing from the shadows, were so startled when they saw the two suddenly jump down from the 30-meter-high stands that their hearts almost stopped for a second.

Fortunately, Bai Ling was very good at controlling the wind, and by the time Yang Wenzhao emerged from the shadows, the two had already landed safely on the ground.

When Long Haochen first saw the young man in black, he sensed his power.

He stepped aside to block his sister's view and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Yang Wenzhao extended his hand and smiled calmly, "Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Yang Wenzhao."