Chapter 68: The Competition Begins (Double Monthly Ticket Period)

In the ninth group, Rabbit, who had the most flexible mind, immediately turned her gaze to Minamoto Kiyomoto.

The first group would definitely not have a virgin. The old members of the ninth group did, but they were next to the first group every year, and Sanae Sara had never said there was a handsome guy.

Then who else could it be besides Minamoto Kiyomoto?
“It’s not me, it’s not me!” Minamoto Kiyomoto quickly denied, and even puffed out his chest, seeming to be extremely confident about this.

When the rest of the ninth group looked over, he even nodded as if to confirm.

Itomi Sayaka’s crystal clear face under the mask couldn’t help but show a smile.

“Strange?” Sanae Sara closed her eyes again and sniffed carefully.

“What?” Itomi Sayaka asked her.

“I can’t smell where the handsome guy is specifically,” Sanae Sara opened her eyes and frowned slightly, as if she couldn’t find the gravel in her shoe that was hurting her foot.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s mask looked ordinary, but it was a pair with the Divine Miko’s.

The leader of the first group could smell the scent, which was already a sign of the late stage of the handsome guy sensitive constitution, basically a hopeless performance, enough to shock people.

“If it weren’t for something later, I would definitely find him today,” Sanae Sara bit her finger like a resentful woman.

That scent was a good smell she had never smelled before, definitely a top-grade one.

Suddenly, a burst of cheers came from the surroundings.

Everyone looked and saw that someone had already jumped into the arena and landed on a huge rock.

“Our eighth group will be one!” that person shouted.

“Eighth group! Eighth group! Eighth group!” The people of the eighth group shouted in unison, their roars shaking the heavens.

Everyone subconsciously quieted down. Seeing this, the eighth group became even more energetic, each of them beating their chests and roaring angrily.

That cheering momentum, Minamoto Kiyomoto thought he was at a football field or a baseball field.

“I’ll do it!” A purple light shot out from the seventh group and landed on the lake in the arena.

“Seventh group! Seventh group! Seventh group!”

The eighth group was like oil that had been splashed with water. One by one, they even took off their shirts, bare-chested, and stepped on the stands, roaring “eighth group” loudly.

The people from the other groups either booed or laughed, and the scene instantly became lively.

The two people on the arena didn’t waste any words and rushed to fight amidst the cheers.

Swords clashed fiercely, and the light of divine power was like a series of neon lights. The sound of metal clashing was as dense as raindrops.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!” It was unknown when, but the slogans of the seventh and eighth groups had become unified.

The next moment, the person from the eighth group who had gone up to the arena was sent flying with his sword, shattering two huge rocks, and dust filled the air.

“Go—” everyone let out a mocking sound.

The people of the seventh group cheered, each of them raising their arms and shouting, “Seventh group! Seventh group! Seventh group!”

On the side of the eighth group, the people who had taken off their shirts cursed as they put their clothes back on.

A few people jumped down and carried the injured person, whose leg and body were facing each other, down for treatment.

“Seventh group, one defense!” a person wearing a suikan announced loudly, looking like a host.

The rules of the competition were very simple. The first place was the one who fought until no one came up to challenge. The second to tenth places were calculated based on the number of times they defended the arena.

The rules were not perfect, and there was a wildness in them, as if this kind of unfairness was what was wanted.

As soon as the host’s voice fell, another figure rushed down.

That person stood on a small hill, not wearing a mask, with a handsome appearance. He used the Wind Control Curse very gracefully, attracting the attention of many female cultivators.

“Fourth group, Terusaka Kei,” the handsome man introduced himself, causing the female cultivators who had entered the atmosphere to scream.

Everyone had completely let themselves go.

“Hmph,” the person from the seventh group was wearing a mask, but from his response, it was clear that he had already lost in terms of looks.

“Terusaka-kun,” just as they were about to start fighting, Sanae Sara, with her slender fingers pointing at her temple, suddenly said, “if you win, I’ll accompany you tonight.”

Terusaka Kei glanced at Sanae Sara’s noble attire, her full chest, and her beautiful face, and couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

“Kill him! Go, seventh group!” Fatty suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, startling Minamoto Kiyomoto beside him.

“All handsome guys should die!” Fatty shouted again.

A burst of laughter erupted in the coral temple. The people of the ninth group all turned their faces away, so embarrassed.

“Kill him! Go, seventh group!” At this time, a person from the sixth group followed and shouted.

“Kill him! Go, seventh group!” The guys in silver armor from the third group were also shouting.

“Handsome guys should die!”

“Handsome guys should die!”

Except for the fourth group, the men of the other eight groups had a unified slogan.

The girls were also cheering, but how could they compare to the men who had already gone crazy.

The leader of the first group giggled. The beautiful legs that were faintly visible under her skirt and her swaying chest made the men even more agitated.

“Handsome guy, die! Handsome guy, die! Little brother, shout with me!” Fatty grabbed Minamoto Kiyomoto’s arm. “Handsome guy, die!”

“Oh, oh! Handsome guy, die! Handsome guy, die!” Minamoto Kiyomoto followed, raising his arms and shouting.

The women in the ninth group looked at the two of them coldly, with the exception of Yuka, who was wearing a black butterfly mask.

“Handsome guys should die!” After meeting Minamoto Kiyomoto, she no longer liked handsome guys.

Itomi Sayaka and Hanyu Chika looked at Minamoto Kiyomoto, who was shouting “handsome guy, die,” and looked at each other. There was some inexplicable meaning in their eyes.

The fight on the field started, like a fuse burning towards the nine groups, and the shouts became even more turbulent.

“That kid is not good at water battles. Seventh group, go to the lake!”

“Stab his face! That’s the weakness of all handsome guys!”

“Don’t fall for it! That kid knows water curses!” a man from the same fourth group as Terusaka Kei suddenly shouted.

The people of the fourth group all turned their heads and glared at that person.

“…” That person slowly raised his hands, like a rabbit being cornered by a pack of wolves.

On the field, Terusaka Kei was indeed good at water curses. A series of water waves wrapped around the person from the seventh group like a snake, and that person was unable to move in an instant.

“Great!”

“Go, Terusaka-kun!”

The girls shouted in unison. Terusaka Kei smiled happily and immediately asked Sanae Sara loudly, “Group Leader Sara?”

“Call me Sara,” Sanae Sara smiled charmingly.

“G-Group Leader Sara!” Terusaka Kei’s face was red with excitement.

The girls were stunned for a moment, then they started cursing. All kinds of Japanese swear words that they had never heard before instantly filled the deep sea trench.

The men also cursed. That was a group leader, a Kosen-level expert, and a great beauty. Who wouldn’t want to ride on her?

“Takei! Hurry up and announce! I’m going down to deal with him!” someone urged the host.

“Fourth group, Terusaka Kei, one defense!” the host named Takei shouted.

As soon as his voice fell, three people rushed down at once.

“Come up, come up!” Takei quickly stopped them.

The scene was tense. People kept going up to challenge. That Terusaka Kei’s strength was not very high, but in the newcomer group, he was an expert.

He fought six people in a row and was still in a fierce battle.

Itomi Sayaka analyzed the situation for Minamoto Kiyomoto and said with a low laugh, “It’s a pity you’re wearing a mask. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have stolen the limelight. Are you feeling unwilling in your heart?”

“All these women together are not as good as you. As long as you know my looks, what does it matter what others think,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

“What do you mean ‘not as good as me’?”

“Nothing. In my eyes, besides Miss Kamibayashi, the others, whether good or bad, are all in the same category.”

“What about Himemiya Izayoi?”

“Her? She’s not human. You either treat her as a god and worship her like a god, or you treat her as a demon and treat her with caution like a demon.”

“Alright, what about your mother?” Itomi Sayaka said. “Is she also in the category other than Kamibayashi Miko?”

“…My mother is my mother to me, beyond the category of a woman.”

At this time, the leader of the first group, Sanae Sara, suddenly leaned over, and the two of them stopped.

“Little cat,” Sanae Sara said to Itomi Sayaka, “I heard that a new person named Minamoto Kiyomoto has recently appeared. He is very handsome. I only have his photo. You’ve seen him in person. Compared to Terusaka-kun, whose appearance is more outstanding?”

“That day, my attention was all on the Divine Miko and the Ise Miko. I didn’t notice him,” Itomi Sayaka replied.

“Is that so? What about Ayame?” Sanae Sara turned her head to look at Hanyu Chika. “You fought with him. You should have seen his looks clearly.”

“He killed my brother. When I look at him, it’s like looking at a dead pig in a freezer,” Ayame replied.

The dead pig was right behind her, being pulled by Fatty to shout, “Handsome guy, die!”

Hearing the word “dead pig,” Sanae Sara smiled, then suddenly said “eh” and turned her gaze to Minamoto Kiyomoto.

“This young man’s voice is very pleasant. Is he a newcomer to your group this year?” she asked.

Itomi Sayaka nodded.

“Are you planning to go up to the arena?” Sanae Sara’s voice was soft and charming.

“Of course,” Itomi Sayaka said.

“Alright then,” Sanae Sara said with a smile. “If he can beat Terusaka-kun, I can accompany him for a whole day.”

“He’s not good-looking.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s fine to wear a mask. His figure and voice are not bad, and he’s young. By the way, how old is he this year?” The last sentence, Sanae Sara asked Minamoto Kiyomoto herself.

“Auntie, I’m seventeen,” Minamoto Kiyomoto replied obediently.

“…Aun…tie?” Sanae Sara’s round eyes looked at him and confirmed.

A small area around them quieted down. Fatty quietly retreated.

Minamoto Kiyomoto scratched the back of his head and looked at Itomi Sayaka at a loss.

Itomi Sayaka did not speak and looked at the competition on the arena.

There was no other way. Minamoto Kiyomoto had to save himself. He said to Sanae Sara, “That, Group… Group Leader, how old are you this year?”

Sanae Sara looked at him. Minamoto Kiyomoto lowered his head, his hands folded on his body, looking like a high school student who had been called to the principal’s office to be scolded, pitiful and helpless.

“Little cat,” Sanae Sara said to Itomi Sayaka, “let me have him. I want him to know how good an auntie is.”

“No!” Minamoto Kiyomoto quickly said. “I like Sister Cat!”

Itomi Sayaka smiled and said to Sanae Sara, “You heard him. He likes me.”

Sanae Sara suddenly pulled Minamoto Kiyomoto and pulled him into her arms, making him sit on her soft lap.

“Little brother, what’s your name?” She wrapped her left arm around Minamoto Kiyomoto’s waist, lifted his chin with her right, and sniffed his back neck with her red lips.

“Mmm—” Minamoto Kiyomoto’s whole body stiffened, and he let out a strange sound.

The people of the ninth group were shocked. The audience in the other stands gradually noticed this side, and a feeling called jealousy began to brew.

“Little brother?” Sanae Sara’s left hand slipped into Minamoto Kiyomoto’s sportswear, and her slippery hand, like a snake, drilled in.

“Tsugumi, my name is Tsugumi!” Minamoto Kiyomoto quickly pressed her hand.

Terusaka Kei, who was in a fierce battle, had just beaten the person from the third group down with an injury. He was looking at Sanae Sara as if he were asking for credit, but he saw this scene.

“Kid! Get down!” he was full of anger.

“Yes!” Minamoto Kiyomoto seemed to be startled, stood up with a “shua,” and jumped down from the stands.

“Little brother Tsugumi,” Sanae Sara licked the fingers that had just touched Minamoto Kiyomoto’s lower abdomen. “You have to win big sister back from others.”

Minamoto Kiyomoto was fleeing in a panic. After hearing this, he suddenly stood still.

He slowly turned around, clenched his fists, and shouted, “Auntie Sanae, I… I like Sister Cat!”

“…”

“Hahahaha!” The leader of the third group, who was wearing golden armor and had a majestic face, laughed out loud.

“The one with a face was beaten down by the one without a face!” The leader of the sixth group was very thin, like a bamboo pole.

The other group leaders also laughed one after another.

But only they were laughing. Not a single member of the Shinto religion dared to laugh.

“Terusaka-kun,” Sanae Sara pulled her finger out of her mouth.

“Group Leader Sara!” Terusaka Kei immediately replied.

“Break his hands for me.”

“Yes!”

Terusaka Kei looked at Minamoto Kiyomoto and revealed a cruel smile.

“Tsugumi,” Itomi Sayaka suddenly said at this time, “if you win, I can give you my contact information.”

The surroundings were quiet for a while, then a clamor broke out. The people of the ninth group were the most surprised.

In the ninth group, besides the Hanyu siblings, no one knew the group leader’s true identity. Now that she had promised to give Minamoto Kiyomoto her contact information, it meant that she was telling the other party her real identity.

The ninth group was all about protecting their families. If their real identities were exposed, it meant that their families were also exposed. This represented deep trust.

Could it be that the group leader had really taken a fancy to this high school student?
Minamoto Kiyomoto, who not only had the contact information of the leader of the ninth group, but had also been to her house and eaten at her house, had to pretend to be extremely excited.

“Tsugumi, do your best!” Itomi Sayaka’s voice was full of laughter.

“Yes!”

Minamoto Kiyomoto was sure that this woman was doing it on purpose, wanting to see him act excited like a monkey.

“Fourth group, Terusaka Kei, seven defenses!” the host announced the result, which was also the signal for the next match to begin.

On the grassland, Minamoto Kiyomoto and Terusaka Kei looked at each other across the foxtail grass.

“Kid, not only will I break your hands, but I will also break your legs,” Terusaka Kei, who was wrapped in gray divine power, had a murderous look on his face.

“Hoo—” Minamoto Kiyomoto let out a nervous breath.

He jumped on the spot, slowly clenched his fists, and assumed the alert stance of Jeet Kune Do. The green divine power burned like a flame.

“You dare to go up to the arena with this little divine power? You’re looking for death!” Terusaka Kei had long been ready to go. His palm came down like a knife.

This was a curse that hardened the body.

Minamoto Kiyomoto tilted his head and easily dodged, then threw a punch.

A strong wind blew in his face. Terusaka Kei glanced with the corner of his eye and saw that the green divine power wrapped around his fist was like a tornado, as if it were a drill stabbing at him.

‘This kid is not simple!’ he thought with vigilance. ‘But, too stupid!’

Body hardening! Take this punch head-on!
Pull back the hand knife and continue to slash diagonally to break Minamoto Kiyomoto’s arm!

“Tsugumi, be careful!” Rabbit reminded.

“Surrender quickly!” Fatty shouted.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Terusaka Kei’s mouth.

This kid named Tsugumi had watched so many matches from above, but he still didn’t remember his curse. He deserved to have his arm cut off.

“Bang!”

The other party’s fist arrived first. Terusaka Kei was not surprised. His smile became even more ferocious, and he continued to let his hand, which had become sharper than a knife, chop down.

“Boom!”

Where did the cannonball come from?

Terusaka Kei was stunned for a moment, then he found that the scenery around him was rapidly retreating. The kid whose arm was about to be cut off, who was close at hand, was getting smaller and smaller.

What’s going on?

The next moment, a heart-wrenching pain surged up.

Terusaka Kei opened his mouth and couldn’t help but let out a pained roar instinctively. But as soon as he opened his mouth, there was another “boom,” and he was directly kicked into a pile of huge rocks.

He fell to the ground, bounced up, and the huge rocks collapsed and pressed down on him. There was no part of his body that didn’t hurt.

The surroundings were in an uproar. He tried to open his eyes.

When the dust settled, he saw that kid fall from the sky, looking at his hands in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe that he had already won.

“We won? We won! We won!” Rabbit shook Yuka’s body vigorously.

“Yes, yes, we won!” Yuka was also very excited.

“Great, Tsugumi!” Horse Face clenched his right fist and pounded it on his left palm.

“I knew it! I knew it!” Fatty shouted, grabbing the monk and shaking him desperately. “That’s Bruce Lee! Or maybe Double Dragon!”

The ninth group hadn’t had such a brilliant performance in the newcomer battle for a long time. Only when the monk joined, he had tried his best to win one round.

“I won, I won, Sister Cat, I won!” That kid was jumping around, even doing somersaults, showing off to the leader of the ninth group on the stands.

“Ninth group, one defense…”

“Wait!” Terusaka Kei’s angry roar interrupted the host who was about to announce the result.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, pushed away the huge rock that was leaning against him, and stood up with difficulty.

“I… haven’t lost yet!” Terusaka Kei’s eyes were bloodshot, and he glared at Minamoto Kiyomoto.

His shirt had been torn to shreds by the punch and kick just now. On his strong body were the marks of a fist and a leg.

Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, his face was covered in dust, and his left arm was limp, obviously crippled.

A gasp of surprise came from the audience. They had thought that Terusaka Kei was a pretty boy who was afraid of pain, but they didn’t expect him to have a bloody side.

“Ah—” Terusaka Kei roared, enduring the pain and supporting his legs that were about to kneel on the ground.

His right hand opened wide and aimed at the distant lake.

The gray divine power spewed out like a rocket’s tail gas. The water in the lake was all lifted up, and the water waves flowed, forming a celestial body surrounded by stars.

“Kid!” he roared. “Remember, the one who killed you is Master Terusaka!”

“Bang—”

A strong wind blew in his face again. Terusaka Kei’s eyes were blank, and his hair was blown back.

The clothes that had become strips of cloth were like a river flowing into the distance; his face was tight against his bones, like a skeleton; a trace of blood slowly seeped out of his right cheek.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s fist had grazed his head.

“Uncle, you’re really going to die.”

“Thud,” Terusaka Kei knelt on the ground. The celestial body in the distance collapsed with a “boom,” and the lake water crashed back into the lake.

“Ah—” Rabbit couldn’t help but scream loudly.

“Good job, good job!” Yuka was so excited that she was incoherent.

“I knew it was One-Punch Man! I knew it, I knew it!” Fatty grabbed the monk and shook him desperately.

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