Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 804 - 802: The Second Game that Sucks!

Chapter 804: Chapter 802: The Second Game that Sucks!

In the depths of the sea.

Su Mohan and Ren Feifan proceeded with great caution; they had circled the island and, at least, had not discovered anyone following them.

If that group caught up to them, although they wouldn’t lose their lives, it would definitely be troublesome!

The oxygen inside the Dragon Ball was sufficient to sustain them for a while.

Su Mohan, observing the gloomy seabed, said seriously, "If I remember correctly, there should be only one referee in the second round, and that referee is the mysterious old man living in the center of Ice Ghost Island."

Ren Feifan, taken aback, asked curiously, "What mysterious old man?"

"I’m not very clear on the details myself; I’ve heard a few things during my time on Ice Ghost Island, but I don’t know if they’re true or not. There’s a small island in the center of Ice Ghost Island, and on that island lives a strange old man. Generally, the people who win the first round enter that small island. Because of your presence this time, it’s possible no one else has gone to the island."

"Who says no one is going? I’ll go by myself!"

Ren Feifan said with a smile.

Huaxia had been defeated time and time again, so why continue to send elites?

Clearly, it was jumping into a pit of fire.

The only possibility that would make Huaxia take such an action was that there was something they wanted at the end of Ice Ghost Island.

Taking into account what Old Huo said about a ’ticket’ and other things, that small island must possess something extremely important!

What’s the harm in visiting once? Anyway, nothing untoward will happen.

The two climbed ashore at a deserted spot and then burrowed into the jungle.

Soon, they arrived at the center of Ice Ghost Island, where there was a large lake with a small island in its heart.

The island had lush vegetation and Spiritual Energy was overflowing.

However, at this moment, the lakeshore was occupied by foreign warriors—it seemed those people had guessed they would come here and had already made preparations!

"Ren Feifan, shall we take one side each and deal with these guys before we talk?" Su Mohan suggested.

Ren Feifan shook his head: "Firstly, these people are not weak; secondly, once we make a move, they will definitely call for more reinforcements. It’s not advisable."

"Then what should we do?"

"Let’s observe for a while."

So, Ren Feifan and Su Mohan made no further movements; they were waiting for the perfect opportunity!

Suddenly, a pair of large hands landed on Ren Feifan’s shoulders. Startled, Ren Feifan immediately brought out the Holy Abyss Sword and struck!

But the sword stopped mid-air because standing in front of him were two familiar faces—the Zhong siblings whom he had rescued in the Trapped Beast Area.

"Master Ren, I knew it was you! We’ve finally waited for you."

The Zhong siblings said excitedly.

Ren Feifan sheathed the Holy Abyss Sword and signaled for them to crouch down.

"Didn’t I tell you to wait elsewhere? How did you end up here?"

Zhong Xiu and Zhong Ting said in unison, "Some of the Teleportation Formations on Ice Ghost Island have been destroyed, and there has been an inexplicable tremor in other parts of the island. We felt something was wrong, guessed that something had happened to you, and that waiting where we were would get us nowhere. We know very well that with your strength, you would definitely make it into the second round, so we chose to wait here directly."

Ren Feifan nodded, it seemed the Zhong siblings were quite clever.

"You must have been here for a while. Do you have any way to avoid these people and get onto that Lake Heart Island?"

Ren Feifan asked tentatively, not holding any expectations.

"Yes!" Zhong Ting said with extreme seriousness.

"Really? Let’s hear it."

A glint of surprise flashed in the eyes of Ren Feifan and Su Mohan.

Zhong Ting knew this was the best time to impress Master Ren and said earnestly, "These guys are fairly strong. I’ve been observing their shift system these past few days and finally found a loophole.

At 5 PM every day, they have a three-minute shift change. The person at the east side exchange has an injured foot, so there will be a 15-second gap, which is the best time."

Fifteen seconds?

A smile crept onto Ren Feifan’s lips. Fifteen seconds were more than enough for him.

"It’s 4 o’clock now, and we have exactly one hour left. Zhong Ting and Zhong Xiu, you’re in charge of the outside situation. If any special circumstances arise, draw people’s attention while ensuring your own safety, and buy some time," he said.

Having finished, Ren Feifan tossed out two elixirs, propelling them through the air.

"These are Sheng Ling Dan. Take them, and your strength will greatly increase for a short time, without any side effects."

The two caught the elixirs, nodding solemnly, "Rest assured, Master Ren, we will definitely complete the mission."

Ren Feifan nodded. He was quite satisfied with the two of them. Bringing them back to the Holy Sect seemed like a good choice. What the Holy Sect needed now were people with both martial and strategic abilities.

Then, he turned to Su Mohan and said, "In the fifteen seconds we have, we’ll use the Dragon Ball to dive directly to the bottom of the lake and head for Lake Heart Island! Don’t hesitate at all."

"Okay!"

...

Time flew swiftly.

Finally, it was 5 p.m. Su Mohan and Ren Feifan arrived on the east side, and as expected, it was time for a shift change. The two muscular foreign warriors who had been guarding the east side were chatting and laughing as they left!

At the same time, two figures approached from a distance, facing those who were changing shifts. No one paid any attention to the situation on the lake.

Nor did they notice two figures that moved like Spirit Snakes, disappearing almost instantly from in front of them,

Ren Feifan threw out the Dragon Ball. A flash of light passed, and the two of them dove directly to the bottom of the lake, without even splashing water!

No sooner had they touched the water than the two western warriors arrived at their post, steadying themselves.

One of them hesitated for a few seconds, glancing at the ripples on the lake surface, but finally turned his back, paying it no further mind.

Ren Feifan and Su Mohan moved steadily forward at the bottom of the lake, and in about ten minutes, they reached an area full of lotus flowers that hid their figures. Ren Feifan was surprised to find that these lotuses were all Spirit Grass, with wisps of Spiritual Energy emanating from the lotus roots!

What treasures!

But Ren Feifan didn’t immediately start picking them. The pressing matter was to get to Lake Heart Island.

Soon, the two climbed ashore, their clothes completely dry!

Once ashore, Ren Feifan noticed the surroundings were empty, save for a single courtyard.

The area didn’t seem like it could hold a hundred people.

Is this really the venue for the second round?

It felt somewhat like a rip-off.

Ren Feifan looked at Su Mohan with surprise, as if asking.

Su Mohan’s pretty face flushed slightly as she said, "Don’t look at me, I’ve only heard about it too. I’m not certain this is the venue for the second round either."

As Ren Feifan pondered, a door of a courtyard on the island opened, and an old man with Eastern features came out.

The old man had silvery white hair and a beard, and wore a hat on his head. At first glance, he had the appearance of a sage.

But as Ren Feifan’s gaze traveled downward, he realized the old man was actually wearing modern animal pajamas!

That was too trendy.

Such pajamas were extremely popular on some online marketplace.

It looked rather incongruous.

Ren Feifan would never believe that this guy was the referee for the second round.

The old man scanned the surroundings, his eyes revealing a hint of bewilderment, "Eh, why are there only two people this time, and both from Huaxia? How many years has it been since I saw someone from Huaxia set foot on this island?"

He then stepped forward, looking at Ren Feifan with interest, and asked, "Young man, where are all the Westerners? Shouldn’t there be 98 others?"

A look of exasperation crossed Ren Feifan’s forehead, but he replied truthfully, "You might be disappointed, but it’s just us this time."

"Hm? What about the others?"

"They’ve already died by my sword."