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

"I, Wang Dao, am ready to learn from you!" With that, he swiftly drew his sword, the massive blade aimed straight at Feng Jiutian, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Feng Jiutian's eyes flashed, and he moved with strange steps, flashing past at an odd angle.

After dodging several times, Feng Jiutian had roughly figured out Wang Dao's moves.

After all, using knives in a contest inevitably reduces flexibility, especially since Wang Dao is a pure martial artist.

Once the trajectory of your sword strike is predictable, defeat is not far off.

A cold glint flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes.

The next second, the huge blade came crashing down, and Feng Jiutian's short dagger met it head-on with a bang.

The knife was knocked away in an instant, and Wang Dao was kicked to the ground by Feng Jiutian, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The audience below the stage watched in silence, their faces filled with disbelief.

But a lingering obsession in their hearts made them unable to believe it.

Feng Jiutian looked at the middle-aged man with some impatience: "Tell them to hurry up."

The middle-aged man was speechless for a moment, then waved his hand to let the next person go on stage quickly.

Several people were kicked away by Feng Jiutian in succession, and everyone's gaze became a little strange.

Ji Qing looked at Feng Jiutian with some hesitation, unconsciously touching the footprints on her back.

He discovered that this little woman really did like kicking other people; did she have some kind of fetish?

Little did they know that Feng Jiutian was simply trying to save trouble.

Feng Jiutian kicked the last person off the stage and calmly looked at the middle-aged man: "Announce it."

The middle-aged man blinked, snapping out of his daze.

I've seen quick matches, but I've never seen one won so quickly and easily.

It was as if this woman's strength had suddenly increased to a terrifying level, which was extremely frightening.

It's important to know that the strength she displayed some time ago was far from what it is now, and it's incomparable to her current strength at all.

"I hereby declare that the winner of today's competition is Feng Jiutian!"

The middle-aged man coughed lightly and announced loudly.

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the composed woman on the stage.

If it was unbelievable at first, it's now downright terrifying.

It was as if he had suddenly become a different person, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds.

Feng Jiutian walked down the stage step by step, a cold smile playing on his lips.

As soon as they stepped down, everyone instinctively made way for them.

Feng Jiutian walked slowly, his figure receding further and further away, looking extremely frail.

Despite her slender figure, no one knew that she would ultimately achieve victory.

Keep in mind that this victory will allow them to advance to the top six.

Once you emerge victorious from the top six, it means you've won the selection tournament and can represent the academy in the four-nation competition. That represents not only endless glory, but also a symbol of strength, proving that your journey was worthwhile and that you have achieved something.

No one expected that Feng Jiutian, the most controversial among them, the one who initially seemed to have no real ability, would actually reach this point and become the biggest dark horse in the competition.

She won every single one of her matches.

As past details flooded their minds, they realized that Feng Jiutian's true strength had already been revealed, but they had simply not paid attention.

A mocking smile played on Feng Jiutian's lips as he calmly walked away without looking back.

For a moment, everyone fell silent, an unusual stillness prevailing.

Ji Qing watched from afar, her eyes filled with interest.

“Feng Jiutian…” Ji Qing said softly, savoring the moment.

Feng Jiutian looked at the Seventh Prince not far away, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, and the icy expression on his face melted a little.

"Why are you here?" Feng Jiutian walked over slowly and carefully pushed the Seventh Prince's wheelchair.

The Seventh Prince looked up at Feng Jiutian and chuckled, "I've come to witness your victory."

Feng Jiutian suddenly laughed.

Yes, the only person who could be so certain of her strength and believe in her so much is the Seventh Prince.

Only he would be so unconcerned, only slowly rushing over after the competition ended to witness the awe he brought to everyone.

"Let's go," Feng Jiutian said calmly, his eyes as still as water.

Watching Feng Jiutian gently pushing the Seventh Prince, Ji Qing felt inexplicably annoyed.

The two people in front of him seemed to have an extraordinary rapport, and he couldn't feel himself getting along with them at all.

Ji Qing frowned deeply, snorted coldly, and walked away in the opposite direction.

The next morning, everyone had arrived.

Now that we've entered the final six, the winner of this competition will enjoy the highest honor among the new students.

It remains to be seen who will emerge victorious this year.

Suddenly, a figure slowly walked onto the stage, standing tall against the wind, his posture straight and resolute.

Feng Jiutian remained unmoved by the astonished and bewildered gazes of the crowd. A cool breeze swept by, causing Feng Jiutian's beautiful hair to dance in the air.

The woman was backlit, the light shining on her face. Although her features were not clearly visible, one could still see a unique and proud beauty between her brows.

Feng Jiutian's expression didn't change much; her eyes were fixed on the brute who wanted to challenge her.

Feng Jiutian smiled with a sarcastic expression. It seemed that the world was about to change, and even spoiled brats dared to compete with her for the title.

The man, in a lewd state, drooled for miles around the moment he saw Feng Jiutian, calling her "girl" and "sister" affectionately. Seeing Feng Jiutian standing tall and seemingly unconcerned, he somehow got the audacity to grab her around the waist.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes. She loosened her grip and then clenched it again. A flash of blue light appeared, and she forcefully threw the burly, tall man away.

The man stared in astonishment at Feng Jiutian on the stage. Most women wouldn't have such strength, let alone a newcomer.

The man frowned, recalling the rumors that had been circulating recently.

In an instant, the crowd below the stage began to mutter something, "I never expected that a freshman could throw a man down like that. She's such a frail woman, all alone, and she actually has this ability."

"Hey, hey, what do you know? She's Feng Jiutian, that incredibly talented little genius. I don't know what kind of opportunity she had, but before entering the school, her strength was really poor. Who knew that she would improve to this level in such a short period of time? It's truly astonishing."

The rustling sound reached the ears of the spectators, who went to the man's side, used their inner strength to lift him up, and then used their magic to teleport to Feng Jiutian.

The man clutched his stomach, a murderous intent rising in his eyes as he looked at Feng Jiutian. "I underestimated you just now, thinking you were just relying on luck. How about we have another match? If I lose again, I'll be completely convinced."