The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1063: Are You Convinced or Not?

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063: Are You Convinced or Not?

The tally clerks, now at the back, were growing impatient and yawning.

Those disciples from the various sects who arrived later either had a dozen Demonizers, or just a few.

There were even some with just one or two traffickers, which was somewhat embarrassing to present.

The surrounding crowd made a commotion, saying not to waste everyone’s time and that there was no need to continue tallying for those at the back.

Lin Daoyi of Mount Mao stared at Long Fei with a cold sneer, "Long Fei, you’re good at killing your own people, but how many of the Demon Race have you killed?"

"A bunch of rats, they probably walk around when they see the Demon Race."

Wudang Lin Daoqi coldly chimed in.

Zhang Ziheng of Dragon-Tiger Mountain said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, don’t speak so harshly; it’s the participation that counts! Without these fellow Daoists to make up the numbers, how could we demonstrate our fame?"

A group of geniuses burst into laughter, all with an air of arrogance.

Wang Jie, a disciple of Chang’an Academy, usually looked down on these sect heirs.

He stepped forward with a cold snort, "What’s so great? I’ve killed twice as many of the Demon Race as you both have."

He took out his Qiankun Bag and summoned the tally clerks.

Many in the crowd recognized Wang Jie and mocked him, "Isn’t that the Pavilion Master of Romance Pavilion?"

"How many of the Demon Race could a young master who indulges in pleasure possibly have killed?"

"He talks big, let’s see him embarrass himself later."

"Don’t disbelieve; with Prince Wang’s unparalleled charm, he must have captured all of the Demon Race’s women in one fell swoop!"

Everyone continued to ridicule, not a single person believing in Wang Jie.

A group of dispirited tally clerks gathered around, curious as to how much Prince Wang had harvested.

When their spiritual power probed into the Qiankun Bag, their expressions changed as if they had seen a ghost.

Seeing their reactions, the crowd frowned, wondering if Prince Wang really had something up his sleeve.

After a while, the tally result came out.

The tally clerk reported to the Judge, "Prince Wang Jie, has slain 5,300 traffickers. Converted into Demonizers, it’s even more than Jin Yuanba, the current leader, by a dozen or so."

Even the Judges were taken aback, all going to verify the truth.

The blood of the traffickers contained the mark of the Demon Race.

Only traffickers with such a mark counted.

After checking one by one, they finally announced to everyone that Wang Jie’s achievement was valid, and he now temporarily ranked first.

The crowd immediately erupted, everyone swearing in shock.

Wang Jie took out his fan and waved it, looking every inch the graceful young master, and said to Lin Daoyi of Mount Mao with a smile, "How about it, convinced?"

Lin Daoyi snorted lightly, "It’s nothing but your father’s doing, what’s there to boast about?"

Wang Jie retorted, "Don’t talk such nonsense; don’t you also rely on the blessings of your sect’s Elders’ Magical Treasures to achieve such results? Since the rules of the competition allow it, then my accomplishments are legitimate."

Lin Daoyi didn’t want to bother with him.

Liuu Yichen furrowed his brows tighter; he ranked ninth, and Wang Jie’s appearance had pushed him down to tenth.

If one more person were to emerge, there would be no place for him in the top ten.

The genius of Chang’an Academy, Yi Qingyun, who was in tenth place, was even more infuriated, cursing this bastard for playing favorites and making his life miserable.

He strongly protested to the Judge, saying that the Wang Family’s advantage due to their geographic position was unfair.

The Judge tried to console him but ignored his complaints.

A group of genius disciples suddenly realized that there were no traffickers in the Southern Borderlands because the Southern King had annihilated them all at once.

The surrounding crowd expressed their regrets, "Damn, had I known the Wang Family had such a powerful influence in the Southern Barbarian State, I would have directly bet on Wang Jie."

"I calculated everything but never thought this young master could win!"

"There’s insider dealing, I won’t accept this!"

"Damn it, having a good father is remarkable, huh!"

The crowd discussed vehemently; those who had bet on Jin Yuanba wanted to throttle Wang Jie.

Lin Daoyi of Mount Mao had a bone to pick with Long Fei, he pointed at Long Fei and said to the statistician, "Check that kid’s, hiding behind others doesn’t count for anything."

Long Fei snorted with laughter, "The frog in the well knows not the vastness of the sky, I’m afraid checking would scare you to death."

Lin Daoyi sneered, "The young master Wang has a good father, what does a bumpkin like you have? I’ll lay it out here, if you killed more demons than me, I’ll call you dad."

"Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t have such a worthless son like you. With your low talent, you’re barely fit to be my grandson."

Long Fei waved his hand.

The people around burst into laughter, causing a stir as they thought Long Fei was really bold to tease the Saint Heir of Mount Mao.

Lin Daoyi was so angry that he cursed out loud, "You damn thing, I’ll let you strut around for a while. Wait until the verification is over, let’s see if you still have the face to stand here."

The statistician’s divine sense probed into the Qiankun Bag, quickly tallying the contents.

Their expressions, just like when they counted Wang Jie’s, were stunned, not expecting to find another major player here.

Inside this Qiankun Bag, there were over a thousand demonizer heads.

To put it in perspective, the first-place Wang Jie only had a little over five hundred thirty.

An anxious Lin Daoyi asked, "Gentlemen, may I have the numbers now?"

The statistician, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, said, "This Qiankun Bag contains a total of one thousand three hundred demonizers."

"What?"

Lin Daoyi’s jaw dropped.

The surrounding crowd was also completely stunned, never imagining that someone who came later had such an impressive hidden ace.

Tenth-place Liuu Yichen couldn’t help himself and shouted at the referee, "This definitely wasn’t done by him alone; it was a collective effort. How can it all count for just him?"

If Long Fei moved up, he would be pushed out of the top ten.

The referee said, "According to the rules, it doesn’t matter if it’s a group effort. As long as they agree, it can count as one person’s effort."

"I..."

Liuu Yichen felt a murderous impulse and almost blurted out something he would regret.

However, Long Fei calmly said, "Referee, this indeed isn’t just my work; it’s the combined effort of the four of us."

He indicated Chu Feng, Murong Chong, and Wang Xiaoya were also involved.

The referee reminded, "If that’s the case, if you four share equally, each will only have three hundred twenty-five. The current tenth-place holder, Liuu Yichen, has three hundred thirty. If you divide it, none of you will make the top ten."

"This kid must be crazy!"

"He could have been first, why split it?"

"The guy’s lost his mind, he won’t even make the top ten now."

"..."

The surrounding crowd was abuzz, witnessing enough oddities for the day.

Lin Daoyi of Mount Mao laughed loudly, "With an uneven distribution, what makes you think you can win against me?"

The other prodigies sneered, with tenth-place Liuu Yichen finally breathing a sigh of relief, no one more tense than him.

"Just as I said, a frog in a well is what you are," Long Fei deigned only a glance at Lin Daoyi, then calmly took out another Qiankun Bag and said to the referee, "If I’m not mistaken, one real member of the Demon Race is worth a hundred demonizers, right?"

The referee stroked his beard and chuckled, "Young man, that’s the rule. But it’s an impossible task. Members of the Demon Race rarely appear, and with unbeatable physical bodies, how could you possibly kill them?"

Long Fei handed over the Qiankun Bag and said, "Whether we’ve killed any, please verify for yourselves."

The group of referees gathered around, sensing something amiss with Long Fei’s confidence.

They immediately plunged their spiritual power into the Qiankun Bag and shouted in surprise, "Such powerful Blood-Fiend Energy!"

"A Demon Race member, it really is!"

"How is this possible, you actually killed a real member of the Demon Race?"

The group of referees was completely shocked as they tumbled out twelve Demon Race heads.

Demonizers are composed of members of the Human Race, Demon Clan, and others who have undergone demonization, not much different in form from human-demon hybrids.

But the real members of the Demon Race were different; their huge, pumpkin-sized heads, sharply pointed teeth reaching to the sky, skin black as iron, and the overpowering aura of Blood-Fiend Energy naturally invoked fear in others.