Chapter 561: Alliance Individual Battle – Screening Round

Chapter 561 - Alliance Individual Battle - Preliminary Selection

The countdown for the Alliance Individual Battle registration is down to the last day.

Wuyue sneaked a peek at Shen Que's communicator, only to be scooped up into his arms along with the device.

Shen Que gave him a sidelong glance, "Trying to stir up trouble again, huh?"

Wuyue shook his head firmly, "No, I'm not that kind of person."

Shen Que checked his registration page, "If you want to play the forced love game, just tell me directly. I can unleash my nature and satisfy you in no time.

But if you dare to cancel my registration, just wait and see what I'll do to you."

Wuyue, "... Look at you, don't teammates have any basic trust in each other?"

Not... How did he become so perceptive all of a sudden?!

These past few days, he's been on high alert, not letting her touch the communicator at all!!

Shen Que scoffed, "No, not even spouses have that kind of trust.

Wuyue, don't think I don't know. You don't want me to go because you're afraid I'll hold you back from causing trouble."

Wuyue tried to reason with him, "Your strength has plummeted. Don't you think it will have a bad influence if you go?"

Shen Que, "What's so bad about it? No one else has an issue with it, why do you?"

Wuyue got angry, "Shen Que, are you being this aggressive with me now!"

Shen Que, "Wu Yue, look at how guilty you look. Show me which track you signed up for."

Wu Yue covered her comm device, "Even between husband and wife, there should be some sense of boundaries between us!"

Shen Que sneered, "It's the Physical-Magic Dual Cultivation track, isn't it? That's why you don't want me to go—you're afraid I'll let you win, afraid I won't have the heart to fight you, afraid I'll bully you in public."

Wu Yue, flushed with anger, "Stop talking!"

Shen Que looked at Wu Yue seriously, "Don't worry, if you compete properly and don't cause any trouble or any funny business, I definitely won't bother you."

Wu Yue smiled and kissed him, "You said it yourself."

Shen Que lowered his head to look at her, "Mm, but once the competition starts, we'll have to stay separately at the venue. You have to give me something sweet to remember today, or I'm afraid I won't be able to resist."

Shen Que pulled her into his arms, tilting his head back with a deep gaze fixed on Wu Yue. Wu Yue wrapped her arms around his neck, kneeling over him as she leaned down to kiss him.

As their breathing grew heavier, Shen Que lifted Wu Yue entirely and carried her toward the bed.

...

"The Alliance Individual Competition has officially begun. The screening round primarily tests physical fitness.

Participants must complete comprehensive assessments including endurance, flexibility, reaction speed, and more, with their performance converted into points for ranking.

The screening round lasts one day. The top 50 participants from each track, totaling 250 people, will advance to the second round.

During the competition, all participants who secure a spot in the second round will be accommodated at the Alliance-designated venue."

As she watched the screen scrolling continuously, Wu Yue's gaze rested intently on Shen Que. As a special guest for this individual competition, Shen Que had recorded a guide video for the screening round, where he ranked first in the Battle Mage track with high points.

Shen Que stood there with a cold expression. Their eyes met, and Shen Que averted his gaze.

Wu Yue, "Tsk... Cut the act."

Shang Baiyi, "...What's got you so upset?"

Wu Yue retorted defiantly, "I just can't stand people gaming the system."

Shang Baiyi, "...Seriously? Even without shortcuts, your husband's guidance has been top-notch so far. Why have you been so salty this whole time?"

Chun Ya, "What else could it be? She's like Fan Jin who went crazy after finally passing the imperial exams. If a few more people with better physical scores join the combat track, she’ll be out in the first round."

Wu Yue instantly teared up, "Wahh... The league keeps getting more competitive, with talented people emerging constantly. Am I already washed up?"

Chun Ya patted her head, "Hey, it's okay. You were never the combat type anyway. Look, even Captain Jian didn’t sign up. Your strengths lie elsewhere. Zhang Ze didn’t come either, and you’re still not fully recovered, right? Just relax and have fun with it."

Wu Yue hugged Chun Ya sadly, "Chun Ya, what’s your current ranking?"

*Tell me something sad so she can cheer up.*

Chun Ya, "Third in the healing track. By the way, first place is Sister Yu Hua, and second is your second brother, Jiang Qian."

Wu Yue instantly let go of Chun Ya with a deadpan expression, "I can't even with you overachievers."

Chun Ya, "Don’t be sad, Baiyi is here to keep you company in the loser's circle."

Shang Baiyi, "...I just didn't want to deal with you, otherwise I wouldn’t have signed up for the control track!"

Who knew that Richard and Fu Yanqi, to avoid the top players in the combat track, all signed up for the control track? A whole bunch of people, like Tian Ji's racing tactic of pitting weak against strong—these people are so shady!

Wu Yue immediately checked Shang Baiyi’s ranking and noticed many familiar names in the control track, sighing:

"Everyone really wants to avoid the combat track, huh."

Chun Ya, "And yet you’re the one rushing into it. I don’t understand your logic. Shen Que, Jie Chen, Wu Chong, Qing Xuan, and Jiang Huaizhi—these five are practically guaranteed the top five spots. Even Li Yiran, Charles, Shen Qingci, and Jiang Mubai all signed up for the single combatant track."

Wu Yue sadly said, "I just wanted to hang on a bit longer. With these people dominating the track, fewer people sign up, and I can’t squeeze into the other tracks either. Just look at how many participants are in the magic track—it’s a total bloodbath."

Chun Ya patted Wu Yue’s head, "You really are like someone who teaches others but can't help yourself. Aww, poor baby, let me hug you."

Shang Baiyi glanced at the dangerous look Shen Que was giving them and tugged at Chun Ya, "The big boss is giving you the death glare."

Chun Ya glanced over and teased, "This competition lasts seven days. Shen Que must be itching to see you, right?"

Wu Yue, "...We’re just colleagues, fellow competitors. Please watch what you say in public."

Wu Yue looked up at her friends, all ranking at the top, and couldn’t help but feel like they were in the same boat with Shang Baiyi, "Baiyi, I think you’re a good person."

Shang Baiyi, "...Gee, thanks. So this is the only time it’s clear you’re not the only one struggling, huh?"

Wu Yue’s wave of misery surged, "Can’t there be a few more kindred spirits?"

A Ni, "Yue Yue, what are you all talking about?"

Shang Baiyi, "We're talking about the bottom-ranked contestants."

A Ni said cheerfully, "Same here! If one more person joins, I'll be pushed out of the top 50!"

Wu Yue, "...Sister A Ni, how can you be happy about that?"

A Ni, "Hey, being alive is good enough. Even dying is manageable." She was the picture of optimism.

Wu Yue also made peace with it—what matters is taking part.

By the end of the day’s competition, she was actually ranked 50th, like she'd won the lottery. Thrilled by the surprise, Wu Yue immediately tagged along after the staff toward the competitors' dormitory.

As she passed by Shen Que, he took her hand.

Wu Yue tried to pull away but he held firm.

Shen Que leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Can I come see you tonight?"

Wu Yue’s face flushed, "No."

Shen Que, "I miss you."

Wu Yue, "Men and women are in separate buildings. It wouldn't be proper."

Shen Que’s mood darkened for a moment before he released her. "We’ll settle this after the competition."

As Shen Que let go and headed toward the men’s dormitory, Wu Yue glanced sideways at him. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, turned slightly toward her.

Dressed in all-black combat gear and black leather boots, his silver-white hair shimmered brilliantly under the overhead light. With a cool demeanor and a tall, elegant posture, he was like some unapproachable prize—perfect in every way.

From the angle at which he looked at her, Wu Yue could clearly see the black diamond earring she'd put in his ear herself, glinting brightly.

His clear, light-colored pupils were locked on her, his gaze so deep it felt like she might get sucked in.

Faced with such an intense look from Shen Que, Wu Yue’s face reddened, and she turned away to leave.

Even after she had walked quite a distance, she could still feel Shen Que’s gaze burning into her back.