The Anarchic Consort Novel - Chapter 117
Chapter 117: Wei Wei’s Going to Lose
Badum!
The sound of drums died down.
The competitors then each returned to their respective positions.
Just as they brushed past one another…
Helian Jiao Er lowered her voice and spoke by Wei Wei’s ear. “If you don’t want to lose miserably, I advise you to quickly scram, and after that, hide in a secluded place on a destitute mountain. Know your place and peacefully live out your next life! Otherwise, heh, don’t count on yourself able to be able to encounter such good luck several times like you have in the past!”
Facing this kind of provocation, Helian Wei Wei only raised her brows and smiled with an attitude that no one else could fathom. After all, when a dog bit you, you couldn’t bite it in return, right?
“Girl, you’re being looked down upon by people again.” Yuan Ming’s lazy voice transmitted from the void.
Wei Wei’s lips curved a little as she again glanced over at the gambling joint. “What I wanted was this effect.”
“Why? You finally want to show you real strength?” Yuan Ming became excited.
Wei Wei looked at the armament competitors slowly getting pushed upstage not very far away, and didn’t speak at all. It’s only that the smile by the side of her lips even made the liquid inside Yuan Ming’s blood vessels boil immediately afterwards!
“Young Master.” While standing behind Jing Wu Shuang in order to serve him, when Uncle Liang saw Wei Wei’s appearance onstage. Pure astonishment streaked across his eyes. “That face of hers…”
Jing Wu Shuang faintly ‘mm hm’d a sound. His smooth as jade handsome appearance still didn’t make any expression, and only sipped a mouthful of tea. His eyes only blandly swept towards the girl standing as firm as a pine tree in the middle of the convention hall with her eyelashes hanging down slightly.
Uncle Liang watched his young master’s not cold not hot (apathetic) manner and thought to himself that’s just like his young master to keep his composure in this way.
Looking at Helian Wei Wei’s current face, he even wondered a little if that goddess-like person that he’d seen previously was a real person or was a mirage.
That…..wasn’t that skin just a bit too dark?
It’s basically because of the skin color, yet all of the virtues she possessed seemed as if they’d all been concealed, buried within the dust, making her look not pleasing to the eye at all.
“Clang!”
The noise from wooden hammer hitting the gong immediately made Uncle Liang’s focus return.
The competition formally began!
Eighteen pieces of armaments, one behind the other, were arranged on top of the wooden table. Their shapes were all different. The texture and quality of the materials used were also different.
Each armament had their own application. Everyone of them came from the hands of armament masters.
Wanting to choose the armament forged by Young Master Wu Shuang from among so many armaments, simply was as a trial within a trial.
People who were familiar with Young Master Wu Shuang could still make some comparisons based on his previous habits, and from that, choose an armament from among them.
However, those people not familiar with Young Master Wu Shuang, what could they do?
There would be absolutely no leads, like fishing up a needle from the ocean.
The newly minted armament masters took a glance at each other. One after another they saw the distress within the respective person’s eyes.
Even Helian Jiao Er showed some hesitation in her decisions.
As a matter of fact, when a martial artist chooses an armament, they’d base it on whether the armament emitted a small or large amount of martial qi in order to make a decision.
The stronger the martial qi, the better that made the armament.
Helian Jiao Er herself was a ninth level martial artist. Her resonance with armaments could be considered excellent among this group of people.
Yet it’s obvious that she was wavering between that jade green long double-edged sword and the dark tortoise bow and arrow.
There was also a most important consideration when choosing an armament, and that was that speed was very important!
If you looked favorably upon an armament, and your opponent also looked favorably at the same armament, then whoever could make a grab and keep a hold on it would be considered the winner.
That’s why when the gong sounded, everybody rushed in front of the armaments and scrambled to feel and stroke those armaments as if they were insane.
Only Wei Wei didn’t immediately move. Instead, sliding over every inch of those armaments’ surface, the light in her eyes was so profound it made people unable to see through what she was thinking.
Some people burst into laughter beneath the stage. “Look at her, couldn’t be she’s been struck dumb, right?”
“I reckon she simply didn’t know which armament to aim for. Not having qi, indeed it’s impossible to even have the most basic ability to react.”
“It looks like we’ll win this gamble for sure.”
“Is there even a need to say that, ha ha ha…”
The sounds of derision one after another unceasingly transmitted over. Those aristocratic young masters watched and also laughed along immediately afterwards. “This sounds quite interesting, hey, I say, should we also place our bets, see who wins and who loses, hm?”
“Sure.” Someone immediately approved.
“Lord, who are you going to bet on?”
“Is it still necessary to ask that? Of course bet on Helian Jiao Er to win.” Murong Chang Feng didn’t hear the mockery all around as he absent-mindedly ‘mm hm’d and after that placed a small token of money on Helian Jiao Er.
Basically, all of the young masters sitting in the private room placed their bets and gambled on Wei Wei losing…even the sweat on her forehead!
Wait…that’s not quite right!
Not all of them.
There were two people who bet on Wei Wei winning!
One was Wei Wei herself.
The other one…
People hardly dared to believe it when they saw the list of names. Their pair of eyes were overflowing with shock.
How could that person be here?
Not only that, he had previously never paid attention to any matter whatsoever. There’s no need to even mention gambling.
Yet…this time!
He surprisingly he threw out so much money and bet it on Wei Wei!
Just when those young masters were incomparably shocked.
A deep and low indolent voice again sounded out. It seemed to be calm, without the slightest disturbance. “Increase the bet.”
This voice? !
Someone turned towards the private room beside them and looked over.
After Murong Chang Feng heard these words, the hand holding the teacup tightened to some degree…
“Was it Third Prince?” Someone asked, not sure about it at all.
When they again heard that self-disciplined kind of deep and low voice speak again. “Add another one hundred taels of gold on Wei Wei. Bet that she – – – wins!”
What! ! !
When everyone heard this sentence, they all knitted their brows.
That good-for-nothing who didn’t know how to do anything, how could she win?
What’s more, she’s already panicking right now, wasn’t she?
She was incapable of having even the most basic of martial qi resonance, and could only stupidly stand there. If she still didn’t move, other people would’ve already determined the armament they wanted to choose!
“Girl, how is it? Is it very difficult this time?” Yuan Ming arrogantly raised the ends of his mouth. He saw how she wasn’t taking care of things as quickly as possible the way she usually does at all, so he also had some suspicions.
Wei Wei placed her fingers on her chin and softly tapped. After that, she slowly closed her pair of eyes.
“What’s she planning! Not even looking now!”
Hearing the noises all around, Yuan Ming furrowed his brows. “Girl, if it’s too difficult, I can…”
“Yuan Little Ming, don’t take out your set of demonic arguments to entice me.”
Wei Wei opened her pair of eyes. The bright black pupils looked up front then she strolled towards that wooden table.
The people below the stage disdainfully smiled.
Even the judging panel on stage shook their heads. “I’m afraid there’s no hope for this Helian Wei Wei. Only now does she finally start to choose. She’s slower than everyone else by an entire half.” (*translator’s note: author did not specify half of what)
The side of Jing Wu Shuang’s face was the same as when he first arrived before, cultured and refined. Only this time, he unexpectedly opened his mouth, accompanied by the sound of a soft cough. His voice was as clear as water. “Not necessarily…”
