Just Discharged From the Military and Got Tied Down by A Cold Beauty
Chapter 328: The Finals Begin

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: The Finals Begin

Lu Xiao’s absorption speed was very slow.

He didn’t dare to speed it up.

The faster the absorption rate, the more intense the energy dissipation.

After all, Chen Fei had only recently become a Fourth-stage Mutant, and her control over her superpower was indeed weaker.

If the energy dissipation was too great, she might lose control of it.

Moreover, this was the competition area, and there were at least a dozen Fourth-tier big shots around.

Fourth-tier Mutants are very sensitive to energy, and if they noticed, they would definitely come to investigate, which could lead to complications.

The next day at eight in the morning, the junior group finals officially began.

As for Lu Xiao, he was still in the room, still sitting cross-legged on the bed.

In front of Lu Xiao was a Mutated Crystal.

However, by this time, the crystal’s energy was almost depleted, and it was covered with age cracks, looking like it could shatter at any moment.

"Lu Xiao... I can’t hold on much longer." Suddenly, Chen Fei’s voice rang out beside him.

She had guarded Lu Xiao all night.

The entire process required constant release of superpower to suppress the energy dissipation of the Mutated Crystal.

Though the superpower consumption wasn’t significant, it truly drained her energy.

She had to maintain focus almost every moment.

Lu Xiao didn’t waste words; he directly picked up the container and packed the nearly depleted crystal, not missing any bit of it.

Seeing Chen Fei pack away the Mutated Crystal, Chen Fei stopped releasing her superpower, and then leaned against the head of the bed as if she was drained.

"I... I’ll sleep for a while, call me when my match starts in the afternoon."

Having said that, Chen Fei burrowed into the covers.

Lu Xiao didn’t go to watch the junior and elite group matches, but laid down beside Chen Fei instead.

Feeling Lu Xiao come up beside her, Chen Fei naturally pulled her limbs in, curling up like a koala.

...

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Chen Fei woke up, and she was considerably refreshed.

Almost five hours of sleep was completely sufficient for a Fourth-tier Mutant.

"I’m just a bit hungry."

No sooner had Chen Fei finished speaking than Lu Xiao got up from the bed and opened the door.

At the doorway, two chefs with a serving cart had already been standing by.

Soon, the cart was wheeled into the room.

Then the two chefs began to cook on the spot.

The ingredients had been prepared in advance, all cleaned and dried, ready to be stir-fried immediately.

The stove was also built into the cart, with three burners lined up in a row.

In less than fifteen minutes, four dishes and a soup were ready, including the garlic crayfish that Chen Fei loved.

"Enjoy your meal," both chefs bowed and then pushed the cart out of the room.

"Lu Xiao, how did you manage this?" Chen Fei’s eyes sparkled.

After all, they were in Meili Country, at the Mutant exchange competition area, located in a deserted area.

Though there were food stalls here, they all sold fast food or fried snacks without exception.

Yet in front of her were five dishes of genuine Chinese cuisine.

And those chefs were definitely top-notch Chinese chefs, as they couldn’t possibly have cooked so skillfully and made everything so delicious otherwise.

The key dishes were also not simple, garlic crayfish, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, pot-cooked sauce bullfrog...

All were specialties from Hua Country, and she would even struggle to find these ingredients in Meili Country.

"Don’t worry about it, let’s eat together," Lu Xiao said as he pulled out two cans of chilled beer from the prepared ice bucket.

Chen Fei didn’t ask further and began to feast.

By nearly two o’clock, the two finally finished their meal and rushed to the competition venue tent.

The atmosphere on-site was extremely heated.

After all, it was the finals, particularly in the Master Group.

The excitement was naturally beyond description as Fourth-tier heavyweights battled it out explosively.

Furthermore, the betting was at a real boiling point, with massive sums of money starting to pour in.

Some bet crazily on Edson aiming for a twenty percent profit; others wagered on players with high odds, with odds hundreds of times higher, adopting the philosophy of risking it all for a significant gain.

Of course, those with hundreds of times odds were the Third-tier competitors in the Master Group.

People bet on them but the amounts were generally not high.

At most, several million US Dollars, which couldn’t compare at all with the billions wagered on Fourth-tier heavyweights.