After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 290 - 263: It’s her! (3 more updates)

Chapter 290: Chapter 263: It’s her! (3 more updates)

Saturday.

Sheffield City Stadium.

The provincial basketball season officially begins.

Chloe Stephens sits in the third row of the sports hall with an ice cream in one hand and a bag of snacks in the other.

She watches the passionate shouts and intense "battle" on the court.

"Chloe."

Ava Sanders and Abigail Wilson come over with water.

"I thought it was just a regular game they were playing."

Chloe looks at the provincial game on the court and frowns.

"It is a regular game. Franklin Walter is very good at basketball, tall and the National Team will be coming to scout him soon. I’m happy for him." Ava points at Franklin on the court and laughs.

Playing in the national competition is very tiring.

Moreover, it affects their studies.

In comparison with Mason Sullivan, Franklin is taller and better at basketball.

Chloe hadn’t noticed it before.

"If you join the National Team, can’t you go to high school?" Abigail sips her milk tea, her bright eyes also focused on the court.

"It seems like they don’t conflict. If the National Team wants to cultivate him, they will definitely accommodate his time."

Ava says she’s not very clear about this.

Chloe finishes the last bite of her ice cream.

Her eyes focus on another team entering the court.

"Which team is that?"

Following Chloe’s pointing, Abigail says, "I know, it’s a high school team from the Imperial Capital."

Chloe’s gaze falls on their number 16 jersey.

Perhaps it’s because Franklin excelled as the main player in the last game, attracting the attention of others.

That number 16 is watching Franklin closely.

"This game, they will lose."

"Huh?"

Both Ava and Abigail look at her simultaneously.

The opponent is an ancient martial artist.

Although he won’t use ancient martial arts, his explosive power is stronger than that of a normal person.

"Franklin hasn’t played yet. How do you know? We can’t let our own spirit be crushed. Cheer up!"

Abigail stands up, shouting encouragement to the court.

She even calls out Franklin’s name.

The sound is a bit too loud, making Franklin feel somewhat embarrassed.

*

The opponents keep giving Franklin a hard time, and the score is quickly pulled down.

Ava holds Chloe’s hand, more nervous than the players on the court, "What do we do, they’re going to lose."

If they lose, they will be eliminated.

The competition will be over for them.

During the halftime break,

Chloe stands up and walks over to them.

"Chloe, where are you going?"

"I need to pee."

"..."

Chloe goes over to Franklin and Mason, signaling to them.

Both of them walk over.

"What’s up?"

Chloe looks at them, places her hand on their backs, and a spring-like Qi flows into them.

Mistaking the feeling for air conditioning, they don’t pay much attention to it.

Both are watching Chloe.

"Be careful. Player number 16 knows martial arts."

Both of them: "..."

*

Next, the two of them perform better than ever.

The score quickly catches up.

Even they can’t believe how quickly they’ve closed the gap.

In the last few minutes, they directly overtake and win the game.

Number 16 on the other team narrows his eyes, looking at Chloe.

The girl sits in the front of the third row, slowly eating a pack of spicy strips.

Those eyes are very calm.

They convey a sense of tranquility, as if nothing will ever faze her.

It’s her.

Number 16 is certain.

It must be this girl who did something to turn the tide of this game.

Number 16 frowns, looking at Franklin and Mason with a gloomy face.

Alright, he’s noted that.

*

At night,

Chloe stands outside the dining hall and takes a call from Len Hawthorne.

Just after hanging up, an unusual aura envelops her.

It’s not strength.

It’s witchcraft!

Someone is casting witchcraft on her!

With a casual wave of her fair hand, the remote control witchcraft is broken.

Without the Four Pillars of Destiny or any items she used, the remote witchcraft the opponent cast is quite weak.

Chloe looks in a certain direction, finding the exact location.

From her body, a sudden surge of powerful witchcraft power bursts out.

On the other side.

"Puff!"

The witch using the spell suddenly gasps for air.

"What’s going on?" The youngster frowns, asking the young European anxiously.

The European youth’s eyes are a pale glassy color, unfocused but beautiful. He has an angular face, now pale, and looks horrified ahead, "A great wizard responded to me. Are you sure she’s just an ancient martial artist?"

The young man nods his head.

The youth clenches his teeth, "It’s definitely not that simple."