Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

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The three of them looked at him silently, it was okay if the contestants didn't even know the competition system.

After talking about this, Mr. Fujiwara took the lead, and with the wind under his feet, he led the three of them to the venue where the spirit removal competition was held.

Furutegawa was quite curious about the competition venue.

He had inquired with Hu Tao that the official divisions of the Spirit Elimination Contest were the Special Division and the Onmyoji, and the referees were either specialists from the Special Division or onmyojis, and their abilities were not weak.

The champions of each spirit removal competition will be favored by these two institutions and some ancient universities, which has many benefits.

The second and third will also get very rich rewards.

Furutegawa is not very interested in rewards, and the reason for participating is to repay the care and preferential treatment Mr. Fujiwara gave him in school.

Mr. Fujiwara also carried a lot of pressure, so it is good for everyone to get a good result in the competition.

As for what grades he can get, it seems that there is not much suspense.

Mr. Fujiwara drove them away from Bunkyo and headed south all the way towards Chidashiro next door.

Walnut in the back seat whispered to him: "The Spirit Elimination Contest is held in the underground of the Budokan. It is surrounded by the barrier of Onmyoji and is not open to the public. It is a custom of the martial arts school handed down from ancient times..."

"Close the door and play by yourself?" Furutegawa Kamimi was a little puzzled.

From the "deed of prostitution" that special recruits have to sign, to bounty hunters who can only take on some fragmentary tasks, to the current spirit-elimination contest...

Bai Chuan, who was sitting in the front co-pilot, turned his head to the side and said, "The Special Division and Yinyang Liao before the appearance of Yinqiwan and Yaoqiwan were not what they are now."

"Actually, that's what's going on, right? People of the older generation cover up a lot of things, saying it's for the stability of society..." Hu Tao's voice became weaker and weaker.

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In front of an inconspicuous entrance of the Budokan, Mr. Fujiwara took out a few cards from the black leather bag he was carrying, and handed them to the special department specialist who was guarding the door. The card was returned to Fujiwara-sensei and made way.

Gu Techuan turned his head and glanced to the side. In front of a gate of the Budokan in the distance, the audience was lining up to move in. It seemed that there was some big competition today.

Mr. Fujiwara, who was leading the way, took the card away and walked directly inside, and the three of them followed silently.

The entrance is a downward step, and there are four elevators at the end of the steps, which are also guarded by special department specialists. In front of the elevator, there are other students and teachers carrying black cloth bags waiting.

The little priest standing next to Guatechuan suddenly turned his head, and his lips moved slightly: "The Spirit Elimination Club of Shengguang Middle School."

Shengguang Middle School is a very famous girls' school. According to Mr. Glasses, the girls in it are all long-legged and European-style.

Guatechuan looked over the steps, looked at the three girls standing with their arms around the rabbit, and muttered softly, "There are only three people here?"

They have been to the Spirit Elimination Club of Shengguang Middle School. There are quite a lot of members, and it is truly the largest department in the school.

The little priest shook his head slightly: "It's only the preliminary round, and the support group will usually be formed after the ranking is obtained, but don't expect too much, the support group also has a strict limit on the number of people, and various strict requirements..."

Furutegawa God saw it.

A game can also be so distracted.

He thought for a while, and asked the little priest: "Is it the same in other countries? Are you covering up this matter?"

The little priest shook his head silently.

The four people went down the steps and waited behind the crowd. Some people turned their heads and took a look. After seeing the name "Lu Ye", they turned back with doubts.

Soon the elevator doors opened, and some people who came out had obvious annoyance and frustration on their faces.

Gu Techuan took a look, and followed the crowd into the elevator.

This has already started?

A few seconds later, the elevator made a crisp "ding" sound, and after the elevator door opened, a rush of noise rushed towards us.

Unlike the a little deserted one above, here is not to mention the crowds, but there are definitely a lot of people.

On a field almost the size of a football field, there are rings almost one meter high.

In some arenas, people were fighting, sparks were flying everywhere between real knives and real swords, and some even had red eyes.

Surrounded by specialists from special departments and medical staff in white coats.

Gu Techuan looked around, and on this site, doctors from special departments, onmyojis, and first aid accounted for almost half of the total number of people.

Mr. Fujiwara slowed down, and with his hands behind his back, he said slowly, "Our arena is C3."

The three silently looked at his back, and then looked at each other.

In the end, Guatechuan found that the Shirakawa siblings were looking at him, so he had to ask himself, "Who are you hitting?"

"Who are you going to fight?" Mr. Fujiwara said in a low voice, "Whoever draws C3 will fight; after entering the ring, everyone who stands on the opposite side is an opponent!"

The old man's voice changed from its usual sharpness and meanness, but was tainted with a little bit of madness.

It seems like I have been waiting for this day for a long time.

Gu Techuan really wanted to know what happened to Mr. Fujiwara back then, which made him so worried about the Spirit Elimination Competition.

The three of them followed Mr. Fujiwara to find the C3 arena, where there were two clubs fighting swords.

It's not a melee, it's a one-on-one match.

There are no team battles in the qualifiers.

They sat on the chairs next to them and watched the fight in front of them.

Gu Techuan glanced at it, then turned to ask Mr. Fujiwara about the specific competition system.

Hu Tao looked at it for a while, and found that both sides had great flaws. If she met such an opponent, she could settle it within two moves.

The little priest's eyes were quite dignified. You can see such a fierce confrontation in the primary competition. Sure enough, everyone is practicing hard...

He couldn't help but clenched the bag in his hand.

As a priest, spells and shikigami are the main means of defending against enemies.

But in such a narrow environment, there was no time to use spells. If Shikigami was concerned, it would be even more impossible for him to let Yuzi appear.

At this time, the two people on the stage finally decided the winner. One side left a bloody scar on the other's arm and won the victory.

There were cheers on one side, and several people on the other side rushed to the ring to bandage the wounded, without saying anything to each other.

A trace of fishy and sweet smell floated into his nose, the little priest subconsciously held his breath, feeling a little uncomfortable, he turned his head to look elsewhere, only to find that many staff members were cleaning the ground in the arena, surrounded by doctors in white coats A group is busy.

Looking around, there is such a busy scene everywhere.

His complexion suddenly became a little bad.

He knew that real swords and swords would be used in the Spirit Elimination Contest, after all, everyone's opponents would be monsters and evil spirits in the future, but he never expected it to be so bloody... so real.

Although there is a commissioner watching, the possibility of being seriously injured or directly losing his life is very small, but even if it is only a minor injury, it will not heal within a few days.

He whispered, "There's always something wrong..."

Hu Tao turned her head and looked at him suspiciously: "Where?"

"Aren't you afraid that the injury will affect the follow-up schedule?"

Hu Tao thought for a while, then shook her head: "Who knows, it's the first time for us to participate...be careful for a while, try to avoid it."

Listening to her words, the little priest was slightly puzzled: "You don't care?"

Hu Tao looked at him dissatisfied: "Brother, you have too little experience, right? You have to talk to the old man later, you can't just go out to work! You are almost a useless person!"

During this time, when did she go out to play?

The little priest couldn't speak a word.

Furute Chuan Shenjian turned his head and took a look, and pondered: "The teacher asked us to discuss the order of going on stage. After a while, Hutao will be the first to go on stage. If he wins, he will fight with the second one for a while before coming down. Don't win the other party. Save your energy. Today is still the first time. I don't know how long it will take."

Walnut hummed.

Gu Techuan looked at the little priest: "You play second, this place is not very friendly to priests, but even if you can't win, try not to get hurt."

The little priest didn't say a word, but nodded silently.

Unlike other despirit clubs, they are probably the least panicked ones.

This time someone is covering the bottom...

At this time, the cleaning work on the ring was finished, and the commissioner with a notebook in his hand looked over and said in a low voice, "Next match, Luye Private vs. Fengying Private!"

"Go!" Mr. Fujiwara narrowed his eyes and said in a sharp voice, "Take back the victory."

Hu Tao stood up, stretched her waist, then turned around and opened the cloth bag on her back, took out a knife with a scabbard covered with dark lines, and said with a smile, "I'm leaving."

"Don't be careless, anything can happen in the ring." Gu Techuan warned her.

Their spirit-eliminating club is different from other spirit-eliminating clubs. For the time being, there are no highly professional instructors, and Yi Jing is quite vengeful. Although she has promised to be an instructor, she has not shown up until now.

So, not to mention tactics and analyzing the opponent's information... Mr. Fujiwara probably doesn't even understand this kind of thing!

"It's still a bit sloppy. After today is over, I will ask for some contestant information and study it carefully..." Gude Chuan Shinjian thought to himself, got up and stood under the ring with the little priest, watching Hu Tao hand over the weapon to the referee For inspection, the weapon can be a real sword, but it is absolutely not allowed to apply poison or do other tricks.

The elevator in the distance has been busy all the time. When the elevator door opened again, a group of four people walked towards the C3 ring with a slightly solemn expression.

"Teacher, do you think Luye's private spirit-eliminating society will participate?" A tall boy asked anxiously.

The gray-haired old man looked around and sighed: "This year's Luye is so strong, how could it be possible not to participate? Let everyone pay attention, and give up immediately after encountering it. This year, Huiyao also happens to be short of people. Come and see That's it."

He still regrets what happened at the Luye Campus Festival not long ago.

"Hey! Isn't this Mr. Yagi from Huiyao Middle School? You're a little late today!" Some sharp voices suddenly sounded.

The expression on the face of the gray-haired old man froze suddenly, and he saw the person he least wanted to see.

"Boss, teacher, it's them..." The voice of the boy who spoke just now was a little trembling, and he pointed to the C3 ring.

On the side of the ring, Furutegawa and the little priest stood with arms folded, staring at the stage.

Seeing this, Mr. Fujiwara, who spoke just now, couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face, and let out a hoarse laugh: "It's really fate, Mr. Yagi! This time we can have a good fight."

Mr. Yagi's face was completely ugly. He stared at Fujiwara and wanted to turn around and leave, but if he did so, he would not be able to hold his head up completely.

He took a deep breath, walked to the other side with a snort, and sat down with the restless disciples.

"Even if it's death, I'll bite off a piece of your flesh!" He stared at the back of Mr. Fujiwara's head, gritted his teeth, feeling ruthless in his heart.