Good catch. Shenanigans are afoot, but luckily hard work beat out daddy's money. That dude is in trouble now.
It definitely seems like Sun Liling manipulated the bracket, though there was probably some pushback to keep it from getting ridiculous. Gan, Lu Feng and Ji Rong in one match was probably something she could get away with, but not like Sun Liling, Ji Rong and Bai Meizhen.So... apparently other people knew the matchups before the tournament even started.
Maybe he had inside connections to the Inner or Core sect? I just can't imagine that in the minutes we had to prepare for our opponents he would have been able to commission a talisman this strong and have his family pay for it.
Yes, he countered our strategy and relied on his toughness to handle anything we could throw at him while he was working, but he was loosing. If there were another 15 or so yellows we might have had enough time to beat him.I think he was hunting down the Cai-aligned disciplines that we spared, actually. Basically, he forced the match to end by taking out everyone left, even though he was somewhat losing the running battle until then.
It definitely seems like Sun Liling manipulated the bracket, though there was probably some pushback to keep it from getting ridiculous. Gan, Lu Feng and Ji Rong in one match was probably something she could get away with, but not like Sun Liling, Ji Rong and Bai Meizhen.
We do have to be wary about somebody possessing a similar talisman in the Round of 16.
Yes, it seems that we, and Cai, were beaten at the political game, that is actually a really poor showing from Cai - I am sure her Mother noticed.
You would have died. Horrifically. Snake food, turtle food, winter woman ice statue, whatever.If he had been given a tenth of the good fortune that a rat like her had enjoyed…
Yes, it seems that we, and Cai, were beaten at the political game, that is actually a really poor showing from Cai - I am sure her Mother noticed.
Why do I get the feeling Qi's eyes will be glowing red sometime later on in the tournament?He choked then, as he heard a high, clear voice sing out. His spear fell from nerveless fingers as a horrible cold washed through him, freezing his flesh, freezing his qi. In his weakness, phantoms tore at him, shadowy claws tearing his robes and skin alike. As Zou Chen fell to his knees, the frozen qi stealing his strength, he glimpsed her in the mist, standing atop a boulder. In the mist and darkness, the only thing he could make out were her eyes, glinting like chips of glacial ice.
Yeah having Meizhen around in the inner sect will definitely be great.having a friend in the inner sect besides Xiulan seems like it'd be a good idea.
They didn't have much choice; I don't think there were more Greens around to do otherwise.Also, CRX and Meizen are loading the brackets by bringing in some yellows.
How nice of them.
I guess, but it's a bad metaphor, because running out of health and ammo packs is the end condition for the fight.So, it looks like we ran out of ammo packs before Shen Hu ran out of hp?
Wait, I thought the losers were kept locked up in the dungeons below the tournament grounds?While she would have to speak with Cai Renxiang and Gan Guangli first, she was going to have some free time
Wait, I thought the losers were kept locked up in the dungeons below the tournament grounds?
How can we talk to Gan if that's the case @yrsillar?
... I meant after Qi leaves in a year.Yeah having Meizhen around in the inner sect will definitely be great.
"This is a stealth expert?"It was of course, at that moment that he heard the faint notes of that damnable song, echoing across the snowy field that they had gathered in. His gaze snapped upward, to the black cliffs that loomed above, and there he saw it. A titanic wave of mist, flowing down the slopes. He heard the others cry out in alarm, reorienting their formation toward the enemy. He felt his mouth grow dry as it sped toward them, flowing with the speed and fury of a spring flooding. Since when had she been able to summon so much mist? When had she been so fast?
Gritting his teeth, Zou Chen raised his right arm, wrapped in the lengthy chains beads that formed the Rippling Resplendance Rosary, and shouted the signal to the others to prepare their strike. They couldn't afford a mistake now!
As the forward edge of the mist engulfed the two boys at the front, he channeled his qi into the rosary, until the beads began to shine, and then to crack as he overloaded the talisman, preparing it's emergency function. As the first tendrils of mist curled around his ankles, he thrust his hand forward with a triumphant shout. The beads on his arm exploded violently, a rippling wave of visible lake qi erupting outward through the mist, leaving his arm numb.
...But the mist did not vanish, he saw to his increasing alarm. It lightened, and grew thinner, but it wasn't gone. The girl to his right, her bow and arrows imbued with enough supporting techniques and talisman's to glow like a miniature sun, still loosed her shot, with a howl of wind and thunder, but the barely visible shadow at the center of the mist merely flickered to the side, avoiding the projectile with contemptuous ease… or perhaps it had never been the techniques caster in the first place.
Zou Chen backed up, alarm building as he batted away the shadowy claws of some twisted thing that had sought his throat, even as the mist grew thicker once more, chilling him to the bone as it dragged at his limbs and seeped into his channels, leeching away at his vigor. He heard the others crying out and fighting, and turned to find them, but they were no longer visible. He fought his way toward sounds regardless, the darting blade of his spear batting away phantoms and curning the mist around around him.
And all the while, that horrible song played unceasing.
Zou Chen cursed, his spearpoint slashing through the twisted phantom of a wolf and darted toward where he last remembered seeing his allies. This shouldn't have been happening. His talisman should have destroyed any qi construct not at the fourth or fifth step of the third realm, it wasn't fair! That damned common rat…
He choked then, as he heard a high, clear voice sing out. His spear fell from nerveless fingers as a horrible cold washed through him, freezing his flesh, freezing his qi. In his weakness, phantoms tore at him, shadowy claws tearing his robes and skin alike. As Zou Chen fell to his knees, the frozen qi stealing his strength, he glimpsed her in the mist, standing atop a boulder. In the mist and darkness, the only thing he could make out were her eyes, glinting like chips of glacial ice.
There was nothing in that gaze, no pity, no recognition, no care at all.
Was he really so small?
You'll be able to talk to him in the tourney building, along with Renxiang.Wait, I thought the losers were kept locked up in the dungeons below the tournament grounds?
How can we talk to Gan if that's the case @yrsillar?