My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

For her, the rewards for the top ten were not the most important.

Since she had been eliminated in the first round, she was determined to fight for the eleventh place.

"OK, let's do this," said the proctor, tucking away the five soul beads. Bending his knees, he leaped into the air. Returning to the center above the arena, he announced loudly, "The second round of this tournament begins now."

"You may now take the stage voluntarily and choose your opponent."

"LF!" The considerably shorter centaur from the Ka Xiu clan, who had already been waiting a long time, was the first to jump onto the stage.

"Boom!"

As its four hooves hit the ground, dust and smoke billowed up.

"Swoosh—"

It brandished the black iron rod in its hand and abruptly pointed it at a human male Transcendent below, "KP. (Come on up.)"

The targeted Transcendent was taken aback and glanced at the proctor.

The proctor maintained a smile, "It has chosen you. You can accept the challenge, or decline it."

"Then I do not accept," said the Transcendent, shaking his head.

"Refusing a challenge will cost you 1 point. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"All right," nodded the proctor, "The challenged party has refused the challenge; minus 1 point. Ka Xiu clan contestant, ** +0.5 points."

The arena was silent as the grave.

The centaur on the stage, with a cruel smile, suddenly raised its hand and gave the entire audience a thumbs-down gesture, "GY[TP. (Inferior vermin.)"

"Hiss—"

Hundreds of thousands of spectators immediately booed.

The sound was so loud it seemed as if it might overturn the venue.

The centaur cocked its head and held its palm to its ear, listening to the human booing with an arrogant attitude.

"Booo!!!"

"Hahahaha."

Laughing, it grew more excited, twirling its iron rod and once again pointed it at a human contestant, "KP. (Come on up.)"

"…" The pointed-at contestant bit the corner of their mouth, looked down and lifted their eyes, scanned the audience, and shook their head.

The proctor, still smiling, announced, "The challenged party has refused the challenge; minus 1 point. Ka Xiu clan contestant, ** +0.5 points. Congratulations."

The centaur gave the crowd the thumbs-down gesture once again.

In Ka Xiu clan culture, such a gesture was the ultimate insult.

Of course, it was also considered an insult in human civilization.

"Hiss!"

"Fuck off, get out of here!"

"****"

"Is swearing really helpful? You have to acknowledge their excellence."

"Fuck your mom, idiot…"

The venue erupted into a cacophony of curses, deafening.

But the centaur was not disturbed and pointed its stick at a third human Transcendent, "KP. (Come on up.)"

The third person's face turned livid, and they instinctively wanted to rush onto the stage but were stopped by the invigilators beside them, who looked seriously at them, "Think it over, student."

"…" After a long silence, the third person exhaled a deep sigh and stepped back.

"Hahahahaha." On the stage, the centaur laughed uproariously and raised its thumb downwards once again.

This time, the tens of thousands in the arena fell silent.

Many people turned their heads as if they had seen nothing.

Some others started to play with their toys.

In the ready area, other "foreign races" voluntarily moved away from the human Transcendents, looking on merrily at the commotion.

"Dang!"

The centaur slammed its iron rod heavily into the ground, pointing straight at a female Transcendent in the corner of the ready area, "KP. (Come on up.)"

As the only female Transcendent present, she stood up without a moment's hesitation, ruffled her short hair, and walked resolutely onto the stage.

"Have you thought it through?" asked the invigilator.

"tui, a bunch of losers," the female Transcendent replied, turning to glance at the invigilator. Then she gave the three who had refused the challenge the middle finger, "This is on behalf of all 'foreign races.'"

All the contestants remained silent.

As she stepped onto the stage to stand opposite the centaur.

The audience instantly erupted into excitement!

"Yeah!"

"Awesome!"

"Kill it! Fuck its mother!"

"Come on!"

"OHOHOHOH..."

She casually tore off a piece of cloth and tied it around the wound on her right arm, the Transcendent woman, bloodied and expressionless, beckoned the centaur with her finger, "Come."

"Hehehehe."

The centaur grinned viciously, tightly gripping the iron club in its hand, and looked up at the examiner.

The examiner took a deep breath, restrained his smile, and waved his hand, "A challenger has been accepted, the fight begins."

As the words fell.

The centaur immediately unleashed its supernatural source, swung the iron club, and charged, "JY.GP[!（Crush! Pitiful insects!）"

"Ha!"

The Transcendent woman let out a loud shout, also activating her Defying Fate Skill to the third layer, and leaped with her knees, ready to face off head-on.

In mid-air, it was clear to see flames igniting on her fists.

"Pfft!"

But in just half a second, the speed of the centaur, which had suddenly soared, enabled it to thrust the black iron club deep into the Transcendent woman's chest.

Blood mixed with pieces of viscera burst forth.

The Transcendent woman's pupils constricted sharply.

"'Y'F.（Really, quite pitiful.）"

The centaur laughed, caressed her head, and then the muscles in its right arm, holding the iron club, twitched.

"Boom—"

The power coursed through.

The Transcendent woman had no time to say anything before her body was blown apart.

A worthless spray of debris.

"Clang!"

Slamming the end of the club hard onto the ground once more, the centaur licked the blood off the corner of its mouth and surveyed the entire arena.

Tens of thousands of spectators fell dead silent.

"Clap, clap clap clap clap—"

Only in the VIP seats did the centaur Team Leader smile and start clapping.

Silently for a moment, the manager also revealed a smile and followed suit.

"You humans, you really are weak," said the centaur Team Leader, turning to the manager and speaking casually.

"Indeed," the manager nodded with a smile, "We will still need your support in the future."

In the sky above the arena.

The examiner's eyelids twitched involuntarily. After a silence, he raised his hand and announced, "The challenged has died, the challenger is victorious, add another 0.5 points."

Inside the preparation zone, like the audience, the students said nothing.

Only Chen Yu bent down, picked up a severed arm that had fallen at his feet, his eyes flickering.

But he said nothing.

"Swoosh—"

Shaking off the blood on his hand and club, the Ka Xiu clan's centaur limbered up its limbs and pointed the club toward the preparation zone for the fifth time.

The target.

Was the silent Chen Yu.

"It's over!"

In a part of the spectator stands, Chen's sister shot up in terror, as if falling into an ice cave.

Chen's father beside her also felt a chill run down his spine, his old hands trembling.

"Xiaoyu will refuse, right?" Chen's sister breathed rapidly.

"He has to," Chen's father felt a sinking feeling, yet strove to maintain a calm facade, "He can't win, he's bound to refuse. He's cunning."

"..."

Meanwhile, inside the preparation zone, Chen Yu put down the severed arm without expression, looked up, and locked eyes with the centaur.

The corners of the centaur's mouth turned up.

And so did Chen Yu's.

...

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