A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

"The opponents for this competition will be determined by drawing lots. The contestants who successfully advanced a few days ago, please stand to my left and wait for the draw."

Feng Jiutian lifted his foot and stood there expressionless.

Beside her was a very gentle-looking senior, dressed in white that made him appear both noble and gentle.

The senior looked down at Feng Jiutian beside him and said, "I am Lin Yan. You must be Feng Jiutian."

Feng Jiutian raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Yan casually.

Lin Yan had a gentle smile on his lips, as warm as a spring breeze.

"I'm looking forward to our duel," Lin Yan said softly. Just as he finished speaking, he heard the middle-aged man shout.

As soon as Lin Yan left, Feng Jiu looked up, staring at his retreating figure with a cold expression.

This Lin Yan is not simple.

Although his smile was very warm just now, Feng Jiutian could clearly feel the chill emanating from him, a feeling as if it were hell.

Moreover, Feng Jiutian sensed a very faint feeling of danger.

A complex emotion flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes as she memorized Lin Yan's appearance.

If we really do run into each other, it's good to be on the safe side.

After drawing lots, Feng Jiutian took the paper, stepped off the stage, and sat back in her original seat.

As soon as she sat down, Ji Qing leaned over and said, "Let me see who you drew."

Looking at the person on Feng Jiutian's paper, Ji Qing was full of surprise, and then looked at Feng Jiutian with some envy.

"You're really lucky. He's one of the few upperclassmen who isn't very strong. It's already quite an achievement that he's progressed to where he is now."

Ji Qing's tone was extremely sour, and she looked at Feng Jiutian with a face full of jealousy.

It should be noted that Feng Jiutian has been facing opponents with relatively low strength for several consecutive matches.

This kind of luck is terrifying; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's a blessing from God.

But for those who lack the strength, it can be considered a hardship.

Feng Jiutian glanced at Ji Qing beside him and said coolly, "Are you very free?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Ji Qing instantly understood Feng Jiutian's meaning and quickly sat up straight.

With the noise gone, Feng Jiutian's expression softened a bit.

Although she felt exceptionally lucky, she didn't really care.

Encountering someone with such weak strength only reduces her combat time; it has no impact on her whatsoever.

Just as Ji Qing shut up, the middle-aged man on stage finished reading the list, and the people around her couldn't help but start discussing it.

"Feng Jiutian is really lucky. I didn't expect her to draw such a weak opponent again. How come she always gets these kinds of opponents? Is it because..."

"You know what, it's really possible..."

A few people scattered around looked at Feng Jiutian with suspicion on their faces, almost saying aloud that he had gotten in through connections.

Ji Qing suddenly stood up, her face full of anger: "You lot, what kind of heroes are you, sitting behind her and gossiping about that little girl? If you're so capable, go and beat her up."

"Who do you think you are? Why are you taking her side? You should know she was an attacker!"

One of the men couldn't stand it anymore and stood up straight to retort.

Ji Qing, her face full of anger, glared at the man, looking like she was about to settle scores: "An attacker? All I know is that she defeated me in one move. So, do you have the guts to fight me?"

Ji Qing smiled provocatively, looking at the man with an arrogant expression.

Just as the man was about to say something, his friend gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Are you crazy? This is the young master of the Ji family. Even the instructors give him some leeway."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression changed, and he snorted coldly before moving to another spot.

Feng Jiutian opened her eyes.

"You don't need to do that."

Feng Jiutian said with a hint of helplessness, looking at Ji Qing with cold eyes, his expression a mixture of helplessness and complexity.

Ji Qing curled his lip, looking like a spoiled young master: "What are they? All they do is gossip all day long. They don't have any real skills. If they're so capable, let's really compete with me and see if they dare to talk nonsense again."

Feng Jiutian shook his head and said nothing more.

When Feng Jiutian's name was announced on stage, Feng Jiutian lowered her eyes and calmly looked at the person opposite her.

Opposite him was a very ordinary man, surrounded by green branches and leaves.

A practitioner of the wood element?

Feng Jiutian smiled, her hands filled with red light, and she rushed towards the man at lightning speed.

Before the man could react, he felt a pressure within his body and instantly lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The audience members below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment once again.

It has ended?

Yun couldn't help but shake her head with amusement, her face full of helplessness.

This little woman really holds a grudge.

Because of what others said about her in the last competition, she used the same method this time to find out and prove her strength.

However, it can also be said that this is a form of arrogance.

Keep in mind that there are still several matches to come. If Feng Jiutian wants to prove her strength in this way, she needs to be 100% confident that she can defeat her opponent in one move in every match.

Isn't this a kind of pride, a confidence in one's own abilities?

Yun was certain that the strength Feng Jiutian was currently displaying was less than one percent of her true power.

Feng Jiutian watched with cold eyes, while Ji Qing below the stage stared at her with excitement.

She hadn't felt this way in a long time.

It was as if nothing else mattered; that person only had eyes for her.

Feng Jiutian frowned, suppressed his inexplicable emotions, and quietly waited for the next match.

Whether by chance or by design, Feng Jiutian had four matches in one day, all scheduled together.

Feng Jiutian glanced at the clouds on the stage, his eyes filled with deep coldness.

"Do you want to rest, or continue the competition?" the middle-aged man asked softly, looking at the list in his hand.

You should know that the people behind her are not so easy to deal with.

Each of them had been training in other places for a long time. Perhaps their strength level was not that high, but their combat experience was extremely rich, which was incomparable to those students raised in the academy.

Feng Jiutian looked weary: "No need."

As soon as he said that, the crowd below the stage erupted in excitement and began to whisper among themselves.

"She's so arrogant, she's really not afraid of being exposed."

"I really don't know what she has to be proud of. When Brother Wang goes up there in a bit, she'll be in for a world of hurt."

……

A man with a scarred face slowly walked onto the stage, his expression icy cold.

Feng Jiutian narrowed her eyes and finally looked at him directly, impressed by the blood-soaked aura emanating from him.

Only those who have truly faced death and survived possess the aura of a killer.

Clearly, this man did it.

"Feng Jiutian? A dual cultivation genius?"

Scarface suddenly laughed, his face full of disdain.