Abandoned Princesses
Race Started! (1)

Qiao Rong blinked his eyes. His smile flashed as he looked at the familiar view of the room around him. Sensing that his qi had also greatly improved from his state before cultivating, he was satisfied.

He had already managed to reach the Intermediate Sun level.

Qiao Rong was now preparing for the race to be held in an hour. Yesterday, the professors purposely gathered first-rate students to explain the rules of the race.

Professor Luo was ready, holding an open scroll in both hands and starting to read out the rules of the race.

"First, appreciate the lives of your fellow comrades and enemies. Second, honesty should be respected. Thirdly, a fight that culminated in death would cause both parties to be expelled from the academy."

"And most importantly, the sword and the protective spirit are not to be used."

Professor Luo handed the scroll over to Professor Tang who was standing next to her.

"In the forest there are various flags with different colors. Participants are welcome to take the flag in any way. Each flag is already covered, the first touch will make the flag recognize its owner. So it's useless to take the flag from someone else. Once the flag is touched, the spell is activated and makes the hand feel burned if the one who touched it is not the owner."

Professor Tang then continued.

"Blue flag, 2 points with 3 flags. Red flag, 3 points with 2 flags. Purple Flag, 4 points with 1 flag. And an orange flag, 5 points with 1 flag."

"The race will end as soon as the sun sets. And the participant who is late after the gong blows a third time will be eliminated."

The scroll was finally closed.

Professor Luo then directed the disciples who were marching towards the forest.

Meanwhile Professor Tang checked the participants one after another to make sure they were not carrying any hidden weapons. Those who were caught carrying one would be instantly eliminated, given that they had already violated the second rule.

"Race begins!"

As soon as the sentence was uttered by Professor Tang, all the disciples vied their way into the forest, not least Qiao Rong and his team.

There were a total of nine teams participating in this race, with a total of thirty-three people. Every four people were on one team, except for Lu Mingzhi who participated alone as he said the other day. But due to the checking of the weapons, only eight teams managed to become official participants.

Within the forest, Lu Mingzhi took the lead by speeding forward, followed by Qiao Rong and his team who were behind. While other teams have split each to the left and right.

No one wanted to get involved with a team that contained famous young cultivation figures. And more no one wants to get involved with the future successor of the Sun King. They can only hope to get the flag with luck.

Qiao Rong sighed softly. He had expected that Lu Mingzhi would definitely take the first flag they saw. Who could defeat his high cultivation? The greater the cultivation, the faster the qinggong.

After about two kilometers in the forest from where they started, they finally saw two blue flags in front of them. Each is located on the left and right. Qiao Rong glanced forward, Lu Mingzhi had already pointed his body towards the left. In response to that, Liu Liwei immediately acted towards the right.

Lu Mingzhi first touched the flag on the left side, activated the spell, and held it tightly while continuing on his way. Not paying any attention to Qiao Rong's team at all.

Liu Liwei did the same. Team Qiao Rong again sped forward, following Lu Mingzhi cautiously. Ding Fanfan clucked. But this is their team strategy. What if there was one person who had a high chance of becoming a winner today? It must be Lu Mingzhi. Therefore they would make sure that Lu Mingzhi would not get the orange flag and the purple flag.

Actually detecting the flags that have been smashed is quite easy for people who have an upward cultivation of the Sun level. Therefore Qiao Rong immediately told Ding Fanfan to split towards the southeast.

Ding Fanfan was confused, but he still obeyed Qiao Rong and parted from the team.

And he knew that Lu Mingzhi must have done the same.

The purple and orange flags have the same route. The same straight route, so participants who get a purple flag will most likely get an orange flag.

"Liwei, we must stop Lu Mingzhi from taking out the purple or orange flag. As he's about to touch the purple flag up front, execute the plan." Qiao Rong tried to whisper next to Liu Liwei while offsetting his qinggong.

Liu Liwei nodded.

Qiao Rong could already detect the purple flag from a distance. About three kilometers ahead, a small purple flag was planted at the end of a thick tree branch.

Qiao Rong turned his head back, glancing towards Zhen Mingran. Give him a sign to get ready.

Zhen Mingran nodded back as he maintained his nearly breathless rhythm.

Qiao Rong refocused forward. He counted slowly in his heart while feeling the wind that was blowing around him.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Liewei!!!" Qiao Rong shouted out loudly.

At the front, Liu Liwei immediately darted ahead of Lu Mingzhi who had just turned his head back in shock by Qiao Rong's shout.

Qiao Rong smiled looking at Lu Mingzhi's surprised face, due to Qiao Rong's screams as well as Liu Liwei's actions.

He had predicted all of this before. Liu Liwei, the young man is fast. Qiao Rong had already noticed his abilities since the Four Seasons Competition. When they discuss teamwork the other day, everyone tells their advantages.

And Liu Liwei's advantage was his foot technique. It has a technique that can make it focus and blast qi right at the tip of its foot.

This was the surprise they had made for Lu Mingzhi. Things that can increase the percentage of their team to win.

Lu Mingzhi clucked in annoyance. Liu Liwei did indeed precede him, but of course it was only for the guarantee that Liu Liwei would be behind the purple flag first.

So that he would get a chance to hold off Lu Mingzhi for at least a minute or two before Qiao Rong and Zhen Mingran followed.

Liu Liwei emboldened himself to withstand the impending blow from Lu Mingzhi's fist. Lu Mingzhi's first fist succeeded him to tepis, but his second fist hit him right in the stomach.

Liu Liwei immediately pushed back a little. Striving so hard that he could endure it even longer, at least until Zhen Mingran entered within his distance of sight.

The third, fourth, fifth box .. When he couldn't pull it off again, Liu Liwei had already stopped counting.

Lu Mingzhi's fists were very sick. Especially the last fist that hit Liu Liwei's face.

At least he saw Zhen Mingran and Qiao Rong approaching, right before his gaze blurred.