Let you be a good grandson, you raise a group of banshees?

Ye Ling'er looked at Lu Yuan and said, "Brother Lu Yuan, you must be careful of Li Yunfeng. Since he dares to challenge you, it proves that your strength is not enough to make him afraid."

"Don't worry, no matter how strong Li Yunfeng is, I'm not afraid." Lu Yuan said generously.

"I hope Brother Lu Yuan can achieve good results and bring honor to the Lu family!" Ye Ling'er said expectantly.

……

Soon, the second round of competition began.

Lu Yuan and his team's opponent is a young woman covered in black veil.

This young woman in black veil is from the Demon Sect.

The young woman in black veil was quite powerful, and Lu Yuan and Ye Ling'er had to go through a lot of trouble to defeat her.

After the competition, everyone took a short break and prepared for the third competition.

This competition was a free-for-all, with more than 150 people going on stage at the same time to fight until half of them were eliminated and the top ten were decided.

This kind of competition method is simply like bullying for Lu Yuan and his friends.

Whether it is speed, skills, or moves, they are many times better than others.

Soon, the second round of competition ended.

After the second round of competition, everyone had a short break. Lu Yuan sat alone in the corner, looking a little pale. Ye Ling'er quickly noticed something was wrong with Lu Yuan and hurried over.

"Brother Lu Yuan, what's wrong with you?" Ye Ling'er asked with concern, her eyes full of worry.

Lu Yuan shook his head slightly, trying to hide his discomfort, but suddenly his throat felt sweet and a mouthful of blood came up. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, but a few drops of blood still dripped from between his fingers.

Seeing this, Ye Ling'er's face turned pale instantly. "Brother Lu Yuan, what happened to you? Why are you vomiting blood?" Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes turned red.

Lu Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced a smile. "Ling'er, don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that the curse of the Black Demon Sect has become more serious."

Ye Ling'er held Lu Yuan's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be cursed by the Black Demon Sect."

Lu Yuan gently stroked Ye Ling'er's hair and said softly: "Ling'er, this is not your fault. Besides, I will definitely find a way to lift this curse."

Ye Ling'er raised her head and looked at Lu Yuan with tears in her eyes. "Brother Lu Yuan, you must get better soon."

Lu Yuan nodded and held Ye Ling'er in his arms. The two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's warmth. At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet, with only the sound of their heartbeats.

Ye Ling'er leaned on Lu Yuan's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling safe. "Brother Lu Yuan, what are your plans?"

Lu Yuan was silent for a moment, then said: "Ling'er, we must get the Xuanyuan Sword as a reward from the leader as soon as possible. It is said that the Xuanyuan Sword has magical powers and may be able to lift the curse of the Black Demon Sect."

Ye Ling'er said worriedly: "But, Brother Lu Yuan, the competition is so fierce, can we get the Xuanyuan Sword?"

Lu Yuan looked at Ye Ling'er with a determined look. "Ling'er, we can definitely do it. For you and for myself, we must try our best."

Ye Ling'er was touched by Lu Yuan's determination, and she nodded vigorously. "Okay, Brother Lu Yuan, let's work hard together."

After the two of them were affectionate for a while, Lu Yuan's complexion improved a little. Ye Ling'er helped Lu Yuan stand up, and they walked to the edge of the rest area together, looking at the arena in the distance, their hearts full of fighting spirit. "Brother Lu Yuan, we must win." Ye Ling'er said, holding Lu Yuan's hand tightly.

Lu Yuan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Ling'er. We won't let anyone stop us from moving forward."

In the rest area, other contestants were also nervously preparing for the next melee. Some were adjusting their states, while others were discussing tactics with their teammates. Lu Yuan and Ye Ling'er stood aside silently, with only one goal in mind, which was to get the Xuanyuan Sword.

At this time, a discordant voice sounded. "Humph, you guys think you can get the Xuanyuan Sword? You are just daydreaming."

Lu Yuan and Ye Ling'er turned around and saw a tall man looking at them with disdain. This man exuded a strong aura and was obviously a master with outstanding strength.

Lu Yuan frowned: "Who are you? Why do you say we can't get the Xuanyuan Sword?"

The man sneered: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you don't have the strength. Not everyone can get the Xuanyuan Sword."

Ye Ling'er glared at the man: "Don't be so arrogant. We will definitely get the Xuanyuan Sword."

The man laughed. "Just you? A loser cursed by the Dark Gate, and a weak woman. What can you use to fight me?"

Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold: "You will pay the price for your words."

The man looked at Lu Yuan with contempt: "Oh? I want to see what you can do to me."

Just as the two sides were on the verge of a fight, a referee came over. "What are you doing? This is a rest area, no fighting is allowed. If you have a conflict, you can resolve it on the ring."

The man glanced at the referee, then turned and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to say something. "Just wait, I will let you know what true strength is on the ring."

Lu Yuan looked at the man's back as he left, his heart filled with anger. But he also knew that now was not the time to be impulsive. He had to stay calm in order to win the next game.

Ye Ling'er held Lu Yuan's hand tightly: "Brother Lu Yuan, don't pay attention to him. We will definitely be able to defeat him."

Lu Yuan nodded: "Ling'er, don't worry. I won't let him succeed."

The break was about to end, Lu Yuan and Ye Ling'er stood aside, their hearts filled with longing for the Xuanyuan Sword and nervousness about the upcoming melee. In an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, Gu Yan quietly observed all this.

Gu Yan's eyes were deep and sharp. As he looked at these contestants who were full of fighting spirit and ambition, his doubts grew deeper and deeper.

This alliance competition had an unusual atmosphere from the very beginning.

The dramatic increase in the number of contestants and the appearance of various mysterious characters made him feel that things were not that simple.

He frowned slightly and said to himself, "What secrets are hidden in this competition?"

Gu Yan's eyes swept over every contestant, trying to find some clues from their expressions and actions.

He noticed that some contestants had flickering eyes, as if they were hiding something.

Other contestants seemed overconfident, as if they knew something that others didn't.

Gu Yan's sight finally fell on the referee elders on the stage. He found that each of these elders was a little restless. They whispered to each other from time to time, and their eyes showed tension and worry. (End of this chapter)