The Lord of Douluo

Kiku Douluo and Ghost Douluo had arrived on the scene at some point and saw the scene, but their attitude was completely different from Mammoth Douluo and the other students and teachers.

After all, they had already said it before, the two of them were very clear on how terrifying the Saint Son's strength was.

So although they also admitted that Ye Zhuang's ability was not bad, it was a pity that against Saint Son, he had little chance of winning.

Therefore, Ghost Douluo and Kiku Douluo were not worried at all, they just casually skimmed a few glances before quickly leaving.

This kind of battle, as far as they were concerned, the winner was already decided.

Ye Zhuang's father, Ye Luo, was one of the elders of the Martial Spirit Hall and served as an intermediate class teacher within the Martial Spirit Hall's academy.

He was also present at the lottery just now.

After seeing that the lot drawn by the Saint Son was actually against his own son, Ye Luo's eyebrows were completely furrowed.

"This kid Ye Zhuang actually met Saint Son in the first round.... No, he can't win this match."

Ye Luo was talking to himself in his own mind.

He was a smart man, and often times he could see some things that others couldn't.

For example, this time, in the eyes of the general public, the Pope had simply added an ascension rule.

But has anyone ever wondered why His Holiness added this rule of ascension at this time?

Isn't it a bit too coincidental that as soon as the Holy Son arrived and had only just demonstrated his great strength, the Pope's side immediately established such a rule?

So, in Yero's opinion, it was very likely that this rule of the Pope's was made specifically for the Holy Son.

The purpose of it was to allow a talent as unparalleled as the Saint Son to receive the best education as soon as possible.

But what was it if his own son eliminated the Saint Son in the first round?

It would directly disrupt His Holiness's plans.

Ye Luo thought that such a move was absolutely unacceptable.

Although it was unlikely that His Holiness the Pope would bother with them, he wasn't afraid of the unthinkable.

In case Lord Pope was displeased with this, or the Holy Son became angry because of this.

Then he was just a small Martial Spirit Hall Elder, where could he bear the anger in the hearts of the two of them?

Ye Luo involuntarily shuddered at the thought.

He quickly finished the work he had on hand and brought his son into his quarters.

"Father, is there anything important? Why do you look so impatient?" Ye Zhuang was somewhat confused and cast his gaze at Ye Luo.

Ye Luo took a deep breath and said, "Zhuang'er, do you know who your opponent is that you drew lots against today?"

"I drew His Holiness." Ye Zhuang replied.

Ye Luo nodded at Ye Zhuang and said, "So, you should know what to do for tomorrow's match, right?"

"You absolutely cannot win tomorrow's match."

"The opponent is our Martial Spirit Hall's Saint Son, even though you are stronger than the Saint Son for the time being, the disparity in status is so great that you winning against the Saint Son in front of everyone will disgrace him."

"Furthermore, the Saint Son will also be unable to advance his education as a result, so you absolutely cannot win."

Ye Zhuang flinched, "Father, are you asking me to play a fake match? Admit defeat?"

Yero nodded, "I want you to lose, and I want you to lose beautifully, so no one can see it."

"It's for our future development."

But Ye Zhuang wasn't willing to admit defeat directly.

He was an upright person and never liked flattery and looked down on those who liked flattery.

In Ye Zhuang's view, winning is winning and losing is losing. If you are not as skilled as others, then start all over again.

Even if the opponent was a saint, he couldn't show mercy because of his status.

This was what Ye Zhuang could not accept.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhuang shook his head at Ye Luo, "Sorry, father. I cannot grant your request."

"I despise this kind of person the most, so I don't want to live in a shape I hate."

"I will certainly give my all in tomorrow's match, and in the end, I will win, and win without a doubt. Your plan will not succeed."

After saying that, Ye Zhuang walked out of Ye Luo's dormitory without looking back.

Ye Luo was left alone in the dormitory with his mouth twitching in anger: "Adversary, it's really Adversary ah!"

Chapter 55 - So Fast, So Strong

Taking on the Saint Son was not a trivial matter, so the night before the start of the Heavenly Ranking Competition, Ye Zhuang's friends had asked him out to meet up at a barbecue restaurant within the Martial Spirit Hall Academy.

"Ye Zhuang, you're not really planning to go all out in tomorrow's contest with Saint Son, are you?" Having just roasted a chicken leg, Li Xingyu, who was ranked third in the Heavenly Rankings, was the one who took a fierce bite and then asked a question to Ye Zhuang.

The crowd was casting their eyes towards Ye Zhuang.

Ye Zhuang himself revealed a righteous expression and calmly replied, "What's the problem with this?"

Yao Ximeng, ranked fourth on the Heavenly Ranking List, shook her head, "The problem is huge."

"Lord Pope has introduced this new rule at this juncture, and it's obvious that it's to allow the Saint Son to successfully ascend to the advanced class."

"With you messing around like this, the method that His Holiness the Pope worked so hard to come up with is useless."

"Although Lord Pope is not going to be angry with you for this, it's not good after all."

Ye Zhuang's eyebrows furrowed, "I know, but I won't change my mind."

Li Xingyu and Yao Ximeng shook their heads helplessly.

They were also aware of Ye Zhuang's temper and could well understand the kind of decision he had made, but this decision was ultimately not too smart in their opinion.

Instead, Luo Lin, who was second on one side of the Heavenly Ranking, showed his admiration towards Ye Zhuang: "Worthy of being my lifelong rival! This is the right choice for you, even though you're a saint, you have to rely on your skills if you want to win, it won't work if you want to go through the back door."

Ye Zhuang nodded at Luo Lin, as for Li Xingyu and Yao Simeng, they sighed, it couldn't be helped, these two elm-heads didn't know half of the world.

As such, time quickly arrived on the second day.

Like the previous Earth Ranking Competition, this Heavenly Ranking Competition was carried out in the academy's tournament arena.