Chapter 133: Third Round Deathmatch Duel
Under the command of the faculty member holding the loudspeaker, the waiting students began entering in an orderly manner.
All the students present had already gone through two rounds of Deathmatch Duels, no longer as rowdy as in the first two rounds.
The Multi-purpose Venue wasn’t excessively quiet, but it was close.
At most, one could hear some subdued discussion.
Amid the discussion, a commotion came from the entrance.
A team wearing Zu Dian uniforms walked in.
Each had a nameplate on their chest, with varied expressions, but none showed cowardice.
“It’s 05A.”
“Du Jingxian, Wu Yunqiu… and the Yang sisters, our class has quite a few impressive ones this year.”
“Tch, even with so many in Class A, only a few can be considered elite.” A boy walked into the venue like a crane among chickens; his looks were merely handsome, but his demeanor was confident and composed, a presence that seemed to infect those around him.
“Yue Jun!”
“Yue Jun from Class 05A.”
“I heard he got third place in the last round too; even at other campuses, he’d absolutely be a prominent figure, right?”
“Wait, aren’t you forgetting someone else?”
“You mean?”
“That one from Class 05B.”
“Has he come? Where is he?”
Lu Bai dragged over a small stool and sat in the corner, propping his cheek with one hand, chuckling as he listened to these people praising him.
“Lu Bai, student, over here.”
Not far away, a girl with a hot figure suddenly waved at Lu Bai.
Lu Bai politely returned her a smile, without getting up.
He didn’t know this girl’s name, just had some impression that she was a classmate.
Anyway, their acquaintance was only that much; he was too lazy to deepen the communication.
Hiss…
A sound of gasping rose nearby.
This is that Lu Bai?
The people gathered around unconsciously dispersed.
Indeed, Zu Dian Campus’s overall results this year were very poor.
But even in the worst school, there are top students; even in the best school, there are poor performers.
Zu Dian Campus definitely wasn’t all wastes like Fan Ding; there were elites who had entered the Top Ten in Deathmatch Duels, and quite a few.
But among these elites, the most eye-catching one had to be Lu Bai.
The students present all intentionally or unintentionally glanced toward the corner, wanting to see exactly where his strength lay.
Getting first place once could be chalked up to good luck, but two consecutive rounds of first—that was no longer just luck.
No one would be jealous; facing such a premium potential stock, it was too late to hug his thigh.
The faculty member saw Lu Bai sitting in the corner, hesitated for a moment, but didn’t forcibly order him to the designated position.
Geniuses naturally had some privileges.
This faculty member quickly convinced himself, finished counting the numbers, and quickly left the venue.
Bang~
“Ahem, please relax and stay calm…”
Acting Director Liang Fuzhong sat on the rostrum, speaking official pleasantries in a proper manner.
Without keeping everyone waiting too long, as the second hand reached zero,
The third round of Deathmatch Duel arrived as scheduled.
A mechanized prompt sound rang in everyone’s minds.
[Ding!]
[Third round Deathmatch Duel opened.]
[Teleportation beginning!]
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[Deathmatch Arena Number: 87****4328]