Capítulo 34: Damn it, I Actually Drew the Worst Lot
Editor: Atlas Studios
"It's a pleasure to have everyone come to our school to participate in this year's Mutants' Sparring Exchange."
"I, Infiniti, give you my sincerest welcome."
"I hope all young people can perform well in this exchange and strive to obtain a good ranking."
"The individual competition will begin next."
After the principal said that, the headmaster stood up and said.
"Disciples who are participating in the exchange, please draw lots here."
The exchange was held in the training room of the No.1 Middle School in New York City.
The room here was quite large, enough for these young disciples to display their strength.
All the important figures of the various organizations were seated in the first row, making it easier for them to watch the competition.
This time, the headmaster took on the role as the host.
Soon, all the disciples gathered there and drew lots from the boxes in front of the headmaster.
There were fifteen notes in the box.
The person who drew the number 15 did not need to compete this round and directly advanced to the next one.
Betta was the first one to draw because he was closer.
The headmaster looked at Betta and gave him an encouraging look.
Betta smiled.
Then, he picked up Cretius and said.
"Come, Cody, I'll leave the drawing of lots to you."
Then, Cretius jumped onto the box and extended a cat claw into it.
Everyone was stunned.
This guy was too casual. He had actually let his cat draw the lots?
An old man immediately stood up and pointed at Betta.
"Kid, I don't care where you come from, but I'm warning you, don't be too rude!"
Betta glanced at him and said coldly.
"Oh? How am I not polite?"
The old man sneered.
"The Sparring Exchange is such a serious event. It is still fine if you bring a cat over."
"But now, you had even let the cat draw the lots."
"Are you treating the Mutants' Sparring Exchange as a game?"
Betta sneered and pointed at Cretius.
"This is my demon companion who made a contract with me. Is there a problem with Letting my companion draw lots for me?"
Contract?
All the participating disciples were slightly surprised hearing this.
Someone had actually formed a contract with a demon?
Not that they thought Betta was powerful.
However, an ordinary young mutant would not form a contract so early.
If he wasn't strong enough, then the demon that he had formed a contract with wouldn't be strong either.
Making a contract too early was completely lowering one's future combat power.
The old man narrowed his eyes at Cretius and said.
"You said it's your demon companion?"
"What a joke!"
"Why can't I sense his demonic aura at all?"
"Do you think you can fool us with a wild cat?"
Betta did not react.
But Cretius was angry.
Next, Cretius revealed his true form in front of everyone.
"Old man, who are you calling a stray cat?!"
The old man was speechless when he saw the black cat turn into a little girl.
At the same time, he was shocked.
Generally speaking, weak demons did not speak human language and could not transform into human form.
Whereas this demon could do it.
In other words, this demon's strength was at least at the Green-Grade!
Not just this old man.
The higher-ups of the other organizations frowned and started discussing softly.
"What kind of powerful mutant is this young man for him to be able to form a contract with such a powerful demon?"
"I didn't expect New York City's No.1 Middle School to have such an outstanding young man."
"Looks like this year's exchange will be very interesting."
Although Betta had revealed a little of his strength, the people of these organizations were only a little surprised and not afraid.
After all, the disciples they brought were all very outstanding.
"Alright, Betta, hurry up and draw lots."
Finally, the principal stood up and spoke.
Since the principal had spoken, Betta naturally had nothing to say.
At this moment, a few disciples behind him had already closed their eyes and softly muttered.
"God help me, make sure I draw the number 15."
Betta didn't care at all.
There was almost no difference between fighting more or one less round.
"Cody, let's draw lots."
Cretius glared fiercely at the old man before standing on her tiptoes to begin drawing lots.
Under everyone's gaze, Cretius reached into the box and searched for a while before finally taking out a piece of paper.
"Open it." Betta smiled.
He knew that Cretius was still somewhat childish.
Children loved such things.
Indeed, Cretius immediately opened the note excitedly.
After reading the contents of the note, Cretius's face immediately turned bitter.
"How unlucky. I got the worst draw."
Hearing Cretius' words, the disciples behind could not help but look over.
What did she mean by drawing the worst lot?
Other than the fact that one could be directly promoted after drawing number 15, which was the best lot, weren't all the other lots the same?
The next second, everyone was speechless.
Cretius handed the note to Betta unhappily and said.
"I had actually drawn number 15."
"Wouldn't that mean one less round?"
All the higher-ups were speechless.
All the participating disciples were also speechless.
This was the Mutants' Sparring Exchange!
It's not a game for you!
However, no matter how speechless they were, it was none of their business. No one had the right to criticize him.
The drawing continued.
Betta returned to the rest area and closed his eyes to rest.
Soon, the drawing of lots was completed.
The battle method was very simple.
Number 1 against 2, 3 against 4.
And so on until 13 against 14.
When the two of them were competing on stage, it would be considered a defeat if one party fell off the stage.
Simple and clear rules.
At this moment, all the disciples were looking at the stage.
Betta continued to close his eyes.
The others watched the match to gather information about their opponents.
After all, no one knew if they would bump into one of the people on stage next.
However, Betta did not need to collect information.
Because he was completely confident that he would absolutely win!
If he had the energy to look at others, he might as well close his eyes and take a nap.
"The first match will be between Lilia from the Association of Mages and Hans from the Demon Hunter Union."
"Please come on stage."
Hearing this name, Betta could not help but open his eyes and look at the stage.
Lilia also noticed Betta's gaze but avoided it.
Betta sighed and closed his eyes again.
Cretius, who had turned back into a black cat in Betta's arms, observed Lilia quietly.
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