The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Wang Ling didn’t even move, and Sakai Kazuo, bleeding from his seven orifices, fell to the ground with a blissful expression on his face.

But this act of self-harm to win Lotus Sun’s favor wasn’t to her liking.

After Sakai Kazuo was carried away, Lotus Sun immediately split into AOHAI’s sword Qi to track him down and treat him.

“He’s working so hard, aren’t you going to help him, Lotus?”Wang Ming smiled in the independent spirit chat.

“If everyone uses this method, then this shortcut is too easy to take.”Lotus SUN’s expression was also very helpless.

So in conclusion.

In the end, Sakai Kazuya still made the wrong payment..

In the Office of the academic affairs office, Shigu Junshan had remotely transferred the image of the closed-door match and projected it into the air in the office.

This was a technique to steal the image captured by the referee ball into the image magic treasure and then project it.

Lord Tree Junshan hoped that Wang Ling would lose, so naturally, everyone was paying attention to Wang Ling’s battle.

“Sakai Kazuo of Mulberry Field High School actually lost just like that.”On the side, Holland, who was a foreign investor, had an unsightly expression on his face.

He had seen the paper data on Wang Ling and Sakai Kazuo, and in terms of data, Sakai Kazuo was superior to Wang Ling in all aspects.

If even Sakurai Kazuya was going to lose, then Holland couldn’t think of any other possibility besides going easy on him.

“I didn’t expect Sakurai Kazuya to be so ruthless. The people of the gray cult really can’t be underestimated.”Araki Junshan was also shocked by Sakurai Kazuya’s self-mutilation before the start of the match.

What exactly was it that made Sakurai Kazuya do this..

This matter puzzled Yuki Junshan and Holland.

“Can you find out the combat strength analysis data of that Houlang sang?”Holland asked.

“We’re still working on that.”

Yuki Junshan said.

“It’s already very dangerous to steal the image from the referee’s ball.”

“It’ll take some time to steal the combat strength data, Mr. Holland.”

“Who will be the next person to fight against this new wave sang?”

“Someone from sang Tian High School. His name is Mi Cang mingwei. But don’t worry, Mr. Holland, because this person is someone I arranged.”

Yuki Junshan laughed sinisterly. “To deal with such a hothead, just letting him lose the match is too boring. I want to make him lose his reputation...”

“Mikagura Mingwei? I seem to have heard this name somewhere before.”

“This is the person on mixiu’s elite study list that I provided to the Ministry of Foreign Investment. This student intends to further his studies in mixiu. “However, his family is relatively poor, so he doesn’t have the right to go.”

Yuki Junshan said, “So, I offered him a guarantee in exchange. I wanted him to deliberately lose this match. “In this way, the referee could determine that it was a fake match and eliminate him and that second wave sang.”

“I see.”

Holland nodded. “But such a move is an act of hurting the enemy by hurting himself. Mikura’s reputation will also be affected.”

“Not at all.”

Junshan shook his head and said, “When he goes abroad to further his studies, it will be a brand new identity. “I promised to prepare clean information for student Miura that doesn’t have any foundation, so that he can start a brand new life. “Therefore, the record of the fake match has no effect on him at all.”

Hearing this, Holland let out a long sigh of relief.

The preparations this time did sound very thorough, without the slightest mistake or omission.

After all, the judging mechanism for a fake match was here. One person would be faked, and both sides would be eliminated together.

As long as they were eliminated together, no matter which side was scheming, people would label them as disloyal.

The spectators usually did not care about the truth of the matter. They only needed to have a public opinion to lead them to eat melons.

Then, the habitual thinking of most people would make these people rush to the front like hungry wolves and bite down on their prey, not letting go and feasting.

It was too tiring to know the truth, and only happiness was important..

In a sense, lord tree was indeed a very cunning opponent.

He had a very unique vision, and seeing Wang Ling was the key to everything.

As long as Wang Ling could be brought down, the grey cult or the support team would be utterly defeated.

No matter what kind of achievements you had in the past, no matter how many people liked you, as long as you did one thing wrong and were magnified by public opinion... Even if you were god, it would be useless.

Because that was the reality.

But what Holland and Junshan Shu hadn’t expected was that.

There was a very important key to their seemingly flawless fake match plan.

That was.

The referee ball had to be lower than Micang Weiming in terms of Wang Ling’s initial combat strength..

They didn’t know that.

This was a fake match that would never happen.

..

On the other side, in Huaxiu nation’s Songhai city cadre apartment. With Zhou Ziyi’s help. Odd Zhuo elegantly finished a table full of fragrant home-cooked meals.

While they were eating, Odd Zhuo switched the TV to a specific satellite channel. The scene on the TV was a live broadcast of Wang Ling’s closed-door match.

This scene had been projected through Wang Ming’s brain waves to the battle sect satellite in space.

A password was required to enter the channel.

Thus, only a few core members of the battle sect knew how to enter.

“Isn’t this student Wang Ling...”Liangzi Jiugong frowned.

The moment she saw Wang Ling, she suddenly felt that the young man’s face looked a little familiar.

And for some reason. She suddenly felt that Odd Zhuo seemed to pay special attention to Wang Ling himself.

From a woman’s intuition, she felt that Wang Ling and Odd Zhuo weren’t simply seniors and juniors.

Although Lotus Sun had told her earlier that Wang Xiaoer and Wang Ling were both disciples that Odd Zhuo had secretly taken in, Liangzi nine temples still felt that there was something wrong with the way Odd Zhuo looked at Wang Ling.

What master looked at his disciple with an adoring face?

And Odd Zhuo’s gaze was like how Zhou Ziyi looked at Odd Zhuo now..

So why was it like this?

Liangzi nine temples was starting to feel a little confused.

“Student Wang Ling, is this a competition?”Liangzi nine temples asked curiously.

“Yes.”Odd Zhuo nodded. “As my disciple, as a master, of course I have to be concerned.”

After Odd Zhuo said this, nine temples Liangzi fell silent again. She took a bite of sweet and sour pork ribs, and for some reason, felt that they were especially sour today.

On the other side, when Zhou Ziyi heard that Wang Ling was Odd Zhuo’s disciple, he also felt a little upset.

So..

Brother Zhuo already had a disciple.

Ai, that’s true... it wasn’t very normal for someone as outstanding as brother Zhuo to have two disciples.

He quickly adjusted his state of mind, and Zhou Ziyi’s gaze quickly returned to normal as he stared unblinkingly at the screen on TV.

He had wanted to find out what kind of charm Wang Ling had that Odd Zhuo would take him in as a disciple.

But just as he turned his gaze, the crisp sound of clapping could be heard on TV.

Because at that very moment, for some unknown reason, student Mikura Weiming, who was in the second round of the duel with Wang Ling, was slapping himself..