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Her fate was completely changed.
With a wise father like Long Fei to guide them, and ten thousand years to learn and grow.
It seems... not surprising that she could achieve such success.
Long Jian glanced at the sky and spoke.
"It's almost time, senior. The martial arts competition is about to begin. Let us take you to the viewing area first."
Long Sheng echoed this sentiment.
“That’s right, senior, I’m also here to participate in the competition. I’ll take you to your seat later, and then we’ll go backstage to prepare.”
"Then hurry up and lead the way, don't waste your time."
Under the leadership of Long Jian and Long Sheng.
Lin Ci quickly arrived at a viewing spot with an excellent view.
The two men bowed respectfully to Lin Ci, then turned and hurriedly left.
Lin Ci sat down and scanned the entire arena.
The place was packed with people, and every seat was taken.
The deafening cheers merged into a wave of sound that almost dispersed the clouds in the sky.
The blue and white armor intertwined, forming a magnificent ocean.
It is a huge arena carved from a single block of stone, ancient and solemn.
And at the very front of all the viewing seats.
There was a high platform, in a particularly conspicuous location, and its decorations were far more luxurious than those of other places.
That spot should be the judges' seat.
Before long, several dragon elders who appeared to be highly respected and of extraordinary bearing arrived.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they slowly walked up to the platform and took their seats.
They chatted with each other, their faces beaming with warm smiles, creating an extremely harmonious atmosphere.
At one point, their conversation suddenly stopped.
All the elders who were already seated stood up simultaneously, without prior arrangement.
They stood up straight, their expressions solemn, their eyes all fixed on the back of the judges' panel.
It was as if some very important person was about to arrive.
The clamor of the entire arena fell eerily silent at that moment.
All eyes were focused in that direction.
Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone.
A white figure walked gracefully towards them.
It was a well-tailored white battle armor, with a faint purple aura flowing around it.
Her short, neat hair, white with a hint of purple, swayed gently with her steps.
His purple eyes were as deep as the night sky, which held the stars and the sea, yet they also carried a coldness that kept people at a distance.
The uniquely designed white earring on her left ear added a touch of aloof elegance to her look.
She was tall and slender with a cool and aloof demeanor.
Between the white breastplate and skirt armor, a section of her flat and smooth abdomen was exposed, her skin as white as snow.
Her long, straight legs were covered by a layer of black stockings as thin as cicada wings, which vaguely outlined her perfect leg lines.
It is filled with deadly allure, yet exudes an aura of extreme danger.
Lin Ci's eyes lit up instantly.
Because the person who came was an old acquaintance of his.
Chapter 57 The Victor, Long Jian
Long Ying looked around.
The dragon elders who stood respectfully upon her arrival.
Under her cool gaze, even breathing seemed to become cautious.
Her purple eyes remained completely still.
One word: aloof, yet carrying an undeniable authority.
The elders, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, all sat down.
Even though those present were all highly respected elders of the Azure Dragon Clan.
But in front of Long Ying, they dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous.
The holy maiden of the White Dragon Clan before us is a being who has lived for a full 100,000 years.
In terms of seniority, everyone present had to respectfully call her "senior".
One of the elders, who appeared to be the oldest, stroked his white beard, his face beaming with smiles.
He is actually only over 70,000 years old.
"I have only seen Saintess Long Ying in the virtual universe before. Today I have seen her in person. She is even more beautiful and charming than in the virtual universe."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other Azure Dragon Clan elders immediately echoed his words.
"Yes, yes, the saintess's grace is something we admire."
"Our dragon race's prosperity today is all thanks to the virtual universe invented by Saintess Long Ying."
Immediately, a chorus of praise poured in.
Despite the compliments, Long Ying's icy face remained expressionless.
His eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
"No need for formalities, let's just announce the start of the competition."
Upon hearing this, the 70,000-year-old elder's smile froze slightly, but he immediately nodded.
"Yes, yes, the Holy Maiden is right."
He cleared his throat, stood up, channeled his supernatural energy, and his loud voice instantly resounded throughout the entire arena.
"Today is a day of celebration for both the Azure Dragon Clan and the White Dragon Clan!"
"Under the wise leadership of Chief Sword Dragon and Chief Dragonfly!"
"Our Azure Dragon Clan and the White Dragon Clan have been on friendly terms for generations, and have prospered together!"
"Therefore, on the occasion of the connection of the seven parallel universes, a martial arts tournament is being held to demonstrate the divine might of our Dragon Clan!"
"I hereby declare the Dragon Clan Martial Arts Tournament to begin!"
The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers and applause, the sound almost scattering the clouds on the horizon.
The Dragon Clan's martial arts tournament has officially begun.
Lin Ci sat in the viewing area with a superb view, quietly watching everything unfold.
It must be said that under the harmonious coexistence and joint governance of the two races, dragon geniuses have indeed emerged one after another.
On the arena, each young dragon warrior displayed talent and strength far exceeding that of their peers.
After several hours of intense fighting.
Ultimately, it was the one who stood out from countless contestants.
It was Long Jian and Long Sheng.
One is a top genius of the Azure Dragon Clan, and the other is a top genius of the White Dragon Clan.
No wonder they get along so well.
It turns out to be a mutual appreciation between geniuses.
Long Jian and Long Sheng, one in green and one in white, stood facing each other on the huge arena.
They clasped hands in greeting, their eyes filled with the excitement of having met their match.
Long Jian wore a gentle smile.
"I never imagined that we would end up meeting each other."
Long Sheng, on the other hand, had an air of arrogance and confidence on his face.
"I told you, in this martial arts tournament, your only opponent is me!"
Long Jian's smile remained unchanged.
Long Sheng's lips curled up in a smile.
The moment the words fell.
The two figures vanished from their original positions at the same time, turning into two blurry afterimages that collided violently in the center of the arena.
The sound of metal clashing was deafening.
The two were roughly equal in talent and ability.
They have sparred countless times in the virtual universe and know each other's moves inside and out.
The battle raged on for dozens of rounds, with lightning speed that was dazzling to behold.
Neither side could gain the upper hand.
Long Sheng took the initiative to break the deadlock.
He suddenly leaped backward, creating distance, and an astonishing chill emanated from his body.
"Click! Click! Click!"
Countless sharp ice spikes erupted from the hard stone arena, centered on him, and spread wildly.