In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park-Chapter 248: The Annoyed Masses

Today, the second rounds of the competitions were starting.

7th Prince Kagumi from the Yanging Province, slowly opened his eyes from his deep cultivation.

PAH!

He slapped his cheeks, pumping himself up for the day.

"Those Profound Sect Bastards will not go ahead of me again!"

No one knew if he was confident about this matter, or hypnotizing himself to believe it.

Either way, he rose with vigor, joining his master and others from the Red Tiger Sect to the arena’s grounds.

He had a Golden Quota, and was considered a star in his own rights.

However, he lost to Dazu, a Golden Quota person from the profound sect—Tah Province.

F***!

The feeling was so overwhelming his butt cheeks threatened to release gas.

Just like Kagumi, today, many rose to their feet with blood in their eyes.

Revenge! —They must regain the face they’ve lost.

How could the Tah Province climb over their heads like that?

Emperor Ming felt he should be happy, since it was people from the Tah province who made him proud, Emperor of Tah, proud.

But too bad these winners were from the Profound Sect.

With all sides vying for their deaths, there’s no helping it.

They must become chess pieces he’s willing to throw out.

Alas…

Emperor Ming sighed softly, no sympathy laced in his tone.

This was the world of the strong—Strong people rise everyday, and all too, every day.

That was just how the cookie crumbled.

But where are those Profound sect members?

According to the reports, they vanished like smoke into thin air.

Everyone hopped into their carriages and headed for the arena.

But then—

(Blink. Blink)

Could it be that these Profound members slept in the arena?

Why were they the first to arrive today?

Ghawkakakakkakakakka~

Ancestor Myu, Sect Elder Leisho, and several others were in deep conversation, completely oblivious to the shock from many.

Their disciples were, although thoroughly engaged, unfazed by the weird looks many gave them.

"The Zombie Virus. How exactly do we contain it in the Train to Busan?"

"What about in Racoon City? Do you think the scientists from Resident Evil Realm will have answers?"

"Yeah. When I reached the 2nd floor in level 2, I saw a lab with documents in there. I read a few, but I’ll need more time!"

"_" [The nearby audience]

Raccoon city?

The Resident Evil Realm?

Level 2?

Train to Busan?

What is a train in the first place, and where is this Busan you speak of?

Like radar detectors, everyone’s hearts were sharpened as they eavesdropped.

Emperor Ming, Emperor Shao Long and Emperor Zeyu were so confused.

Were these people speaking another language or something?

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Time trickled down like water; and soon, the arena was jam packed and filled to the brim.

They spotted Butt Lip—Zhi Hao, their old friend, as well as Fairy Yimu, AKA Flying naked lady.

Little Mimo, did his part as Food boy, walking around the Profound Sect region to give out food to those who pay.

As expected, just like last time, they were permitted to buy at most 3 bags of popcorn each, and 2 of every drink flavor.

"Hey, Mimo, my boy… give me a bag of popcorn and a Vanilla shake!"

"Me too! I want a bag and strawberry shake."

"No way, just give me a bag for now. I’ll get a drink later."

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There it was, the insatiable smell that made everyone’s belly gurgle.

These Profound sect people are too much!

The smell was so intoxicating that it made even people as strong as the 3 emperors to twist and knot in their seats.

What the hell was that?

Huh.

Ancestor Myu smirked arrogantly, throwing a few popped kernels in his mouth.

Dammit!

Many cursed inwardly.

’Host, you better start the show now or they’ll revolt!’

Perhaps sensing the thoughts of the masses, the Host began:

"Esteemed Emperors… Elders… Guests… Disciples… Ladies and gentlemen…Today will mark phase 2 of the competitions–The deciding Match-up!"

Then, the host went on to list the rules of the Tournament.

Chu Che rubbed his chin, understanding that this matchup battle phase could go on for days until the end, just like in phase 1.

[Host, I don’t think those dark cultivators will strike during the competitions.]

’Hmmm…’ Chu Che nodded.

From his sneaking around, he could tell their goal was to Win… getting into top positions and entering the Yanging Institute.

Of course, he could still be wrong. Perhaps they might strike sooner than he thought.

’Either way, I still have to keep an eye on them, right?’

[Yup, host.]

The System appeared on Chu Che’s shoulders in a ninja attire.

"There will be matches for EACH Quota." The arena host continued. "Today, we’ll be starting with The Nominal Quotas."

The Profound sect had 22 people with Nominal Quotas. The Eminent Light sect in Bailong initially had 79 people with Nominal Quotas.

However, after the first round, this number dropped to 19.

Many other sects saw a drop in their quota numbers, except the Profound sect.

And as per tradition, those with the lowest scores will fight first!

BANG!

The competitions were in full swing. Each match can only go on for 10 minutes. What’s more, 3 matches will go on at the same time.

Like so, hundreds were eliminated in a matter of 4 days.

Then finally, the day came for the top 50 to battle it out. And you know what, 22 of them were Profound sect members.

As the top dogs who won in the first examination, they did not participate in any battles these past 4 days.

"Great!" Several people in the crowd murmured.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"GO! Kick their asses bloody!"

Many in the crowd cheered.

They wanted to see these Profound sect members WEEP!