Douluo's Subversion

Chapter 202 Who Is The Clown?
The master of ceremonies' introduction made everyone in the square focus their attention on a few people.

Even they themselves were startled!
"Boss, is this the slogan you carefully prepared?"

Ulmer looked at Ning Yuanfei with a strange expression.

"How about it, isn't it very low-key?"

Ning Yuanfei puffed out his chest, looking quite proud.

Several people silently looked at the reactions of other teams and the audience around them.

Most of their faces were full of sneers, and the students of those teams were muttering something in disdain, and some audience boos.

"Boss, do you think we look like a clown now?"

Although a few people didn't want to admit it, the expressions of the audience can already prove everything.

To be honest, since the Soul Master Competition, I haven't seen any college that behaved very cowardly at the opening ceremony...

I really don't understand, as the highest institution in the empire, how could several education committees tolerate him and use this method to desecrate the academy?
If it wasn't for Ning Yuanfei's strength, a few people really wanted to give him a hard time.

"What's wrong with clowns? We're the second team. To the outside world, we're just running with us. Doesn't it make us look weaker and less concerned? It's completely in line with our low-key style."

While talking, Ning Yuanfei looked at the main stage in front of him.

"A lot of familiar people! Emperor Xue Ye who met once, Prince Xue Xing who met several times, the three education committee members... the master is also there."

Ning Yuanfei muttered in his heart.

On the main stage at the front, which is the VIP area.

There are three people in total.

The person in the center is wearing a golden red robe and a crown of golden diamonds. He has a calm face. Although he looks a little old in age, his demeanor gives people a feeling of grandeur and godlikeness. He simply sits there , as if the center of origin of the entire home field is on him.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. The emperor Xue Ye looks very imposing in a different attire. This is the majesty that an emperor should have!
Emperor Xue Ye, who was originally extremely serious, closed his eyes helplessly after hearing the master of ceremonies introducing their slogans. At this moment, Ning Yuanfei had already scolded Ning Yuanfei in his heart.

This slogan is so embarrassing...

And on the right side of Emperor Xue Ye, sat the master Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi, who was formally attired to attend, was wearing a white robe, like a celestial being, and wearing a seven treasure purple gold crown, which symbolized the identity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

If it is said that Ning Fengzhi is the master of middle-aged men's appearance, surely no one will refute this!

It is said that a daughter is like a father, this is not false at all, Ning Rongrong is so beautiful, it is estimated that a large part of her genes come from her handsome father.

Ning Yuanfei looked at Ning Fengzhi, and Ning Fengzhi also looked at him with a smile on his face.

Ning Fengzhi is really satisfied with this direct disciple plus prospective son-in-law.

Isn't it just a slogan, it's not important, it's not important, others don't know what their strength is, but Ning Fengzhi still knows it.

On the left side of Emperor Xue Ye was an old man wearing a red robe and a five-pointed platinum crown. This must be the platinum bishop of the Spirit Hall.

The old man's eyes were slightly closed, and he looked as if he was asleep. Ning Yuanfei really wondered if this old man was holding back his blood!

In the Hall of Spirits, under the Pope, there are four platinum bishops!They are respectively in charge of the only Wuhun Temple in the two empires!
And the main reason why Ning Yuanfei is so low-key is entirely for this sanctimonious and sinister old man.

Before the opening ceremony, the prize for the final champion of this competition has been announced, and the trajectory of history has not changed. Four spirit bones, Wuhundian is determined to win.

Ning Yuanfei knew that anyone who could threaten the championship of the Wuhun Hall would be confronted by them. Therefore, before the finals, he would never show too brightly.

And behind this first row, there are three people with the status of the education committee similar to Prince Xuexing.

In his memory, Xue Qinghe and Xue Beng, who seemed like they shouldn't have appeared, were actually sitting quietly behind Emperor Xue Ye.

Seeing Ning Yuanfei and the others enter the arena, although the slogan was a bit weird, Xue Qinghe smiled nonchalantly.

Although she hasn't seen each other often in recent years, she has never stopped observing Ning Yuanfei.

The 14-year-old soul emperor...

hey-hey……

This talent makes me envious.

It seemed that her seemingly flawless plan was about to fail.

Just relying on the three soul kings she cultivated?

Ha ha……

Not enough for Ning Yuanfei to fight alone.

Give away four spirit bones for nothing.

I'm really looking forward to it...

Your Excellency the Pope, after knowing this result, you must be very angry, right?

I know the result...

But I won't tell you...

Thinking about it, Xue Qinghe couldn't help but slightly raised his face, and the eyes that looked at Ning Yuanfei became more appreciative.

However, Xue Beng was very excited. There is no doubt that as Ning Yuanfei's long-term business partner, this guy is going to make a lot of money again this time.

Manipulating the game is exciting just thinking about it.

Whenever he thinks back to what Ning Yuanfei said to him a few days ago, he feels like he is dreaming.

Play off the match?
I rely on...

After listening to Ning Yuanfei's first sentence, it is no exaggeration to say that Xue Beng was so scared that he almost peed his pants.

Only Ning Yuanfei could think of such an unreliable thing about playing fake matches in the soul master competition.

Ning Yuanfei was representing Tiandou Academy. As the honorary dean, if Emperor Xue Ye knew that he was partnering with him to make money in counterfeit matches, he would definitely skin himself.

Are you saying that there will be a match-fixing match on the premise of definitely qualifying for the final?

Damn, can you talk without panting, it scared me to death...

You said you got the consent of Meng Shenji and the others?
How about cheating?

Those stubborn old men will agree with you to fight match-fixing?
Why don't you say that you have my father's consent?
Are you sure you'll make it to the finals?

don't lie to me...

Hey……

Don't go, I believe you can't do it...

To be honest, now Xue Beng still has a feeling of sleepwalking, playing fake matches in the soul master competition?
That's so real, thrilling and exciting.

Does this count as unprecedented?
If it weren't for the blind worship of Ning Yuanfei's strength, Xue Beng swore that no matter how much money was given to him, he would not dare to gamble.

After the episode of Tiandou Academy, the opening ceremony continued.

Sure enough, the slogans of other colleges are like a rainbow, either striving to be the first, or working hard, and what's more, they even shouted the slogan of breaking through the competition.

There is really no arrogance, only more arrogance.

This fully explains what it means to not have enough strength, and the slogan is to make up...

Every academy walked slowly in front of the stage, and several people would cast unkind glances at Ning Yuanfei.

Take a look at the slogan of the other academy, and then look at what you came up with...

Ning Yuanfei didn't show weakness at all, and stared back one by one with his chest out...

Fortunately, Shrek Academy, who appeared last, rescued Ning Yuanfei.

Different from Ning Yuanfei's memory, their slogan this time is quite simple - Shrek must win! ! !
Uh?
Isn't it a champion without opponents?

How did you change to be so low-key?

It seems that Flender is quite self-aware! !
Although the slogan is simple, the shit-green team uniforms still make the audience in the stands burst into laughter, booing one after another.

(End of this chapter)