Chapter 63 Pingcheng Trainer Association_1

With the referee announcing the results,

the guests were taken aback.

Especially, that student Lu Hai, who had a very strange expression on his face.

But after a short moment,

they all shook their heads with a smile, stood up, and started clapping along with the cheering crowd.

This time, the Little Phoenix King Cup was a complete upset.

It was rare for a New Trainer not from Magic City to win the championship, which surprised many people.

...

Down on the field, Xu Jing stared at the standing Eevee and fell into a brief silence.

She lost.

She sighed and looked at Fang Yuan, asking, "What did you say to Eevee at the end? What 'machine'?"

When Casey and Eevee both fell to the ground at the same moment, the referee started the countdown, and the audience began shouting, the arena became somewhat noisy with constant cheers.

Therefore, Xu Jing, standing opposite Fang Yuan, was the only one who heard Fang Yuan's last words.

It wasn't "Stand up!"

It was another sentence, but she heard it quite vaguely.

However, she was sure that it was after Fang Yuan spoke those words, that Eevee slowly got back on its feet.

Fang Yuan also looked at Xu Jing, somewhat silent.

"In the end, I told Eevee not to give up, that with our bond, we could surely create a miracle."

"Bond... miracle," Xu Jing said thoughtfully, "I understand, I lost."

"I will learn from this,"

"You're too kind; you weren't bad either," Fang Yuan said.

...

After the match ended, Fang Yuan immediately took Eevee to the medical room.

Looking at Eevee, whose smile was unstoppable, the Elf Doctor furrowed his brows in shock.

He had never seen such symptoms before. To be so seriously injured and yet still smiling, could it have damaged some nerve?

This, he was not sure how to treat.

Fortunately, Fang Yuan knew what this "disease" was and after patting Eevee on the head, he immediately cured it without troubling the doctor too much.

After a while, the staff from the competition approached and informed Fang Yuan about the subsequent award ceremony and interview arrangements.

Fang Yuan nodded.

None of this was a problem anymore.

He and Eevee's two months of hellish training had finally come to a perfect conclusion, leaving him feeling extremely exhilarated.

As long as the final prizes weren't short, everything else they would leave to the arrangement!

Outside the medical room, Lin Jing paced back and forth with her constantly ringing phone.

The moment the final results were out, her phone blew up.

Continuous calls from classmates came in, everyone wanting to know about Fang Yuan's condition, for by now the whole class 12 knew that Lin Jing was right by Fang Yuan's side.

This made Lin Jing feel quite innocent.

"Lin Jing?"

At that moment, Fang Yuan walked out of the medical room.

"Is Eevee okay?" Seeing Fang Yuan, Lin Jing asked.

"No major issues, its injuries are healed. It's just a bit tired now, the doctor said it needs to sleep before it can recover its spirit," Fang Yuan said.

"That's good," Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, "I didn't expect you'd actually win, your final opponent had superpowers."

"I still feel like I'm dreaming, the final victor turned out to be my classmate..."

"But have you thought about how to face the impending 'storm'?" She shook her own phone, hinting at the barrage of messages.

"The final battle was indeed treacherous..." Fang Yuan said, still shaken, "Thank goodness Xu Jing's superpowers weren't that strong."

Control evolution, mind induction, emitting Confusion—all of these abilities have not manifested in Xu Jing, proving that her superpower is merely at the beginner level.

If she was like the psychics Nastina or Caitlin from the anime, Fang Yuan would have no need to fight at all.

This level of superpower, up against his Cash Power, who wins and who loses is really uncertain.

As for the storm Lin Jing mentioned, Fang Yuan just smiled, ready to tackle whatever came his way.

...

Meanwhile,

In Pingcheng.

Inside the Trainer Association.

In a quiet and elegant room, a middle-aged man in his fifties was leisurely watering the plants and drinking tea.

He is the President of the Pingcheng Trainer Association. The recent gains from the Nanwu Town Secret Realm earned the Pingcheng Trainer Association praise from the Province City Association, and President Sun Yan also reaped many benefits.

Thus, his mood had been very good this past month, and after reviewing documents, he immediately returned to enjoying life, entering a pre-retirement state.

In a small place like Pingcheng, life can be very leisurely without too much ambition.

"I'm getting older, this is more comfortable," he said.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. President Sun, reclining in his chair, sighed, recognizing the knock of his secretary.

It was probably new trouble.

"Come in," he said.

The young secretary entered and immediately reported, "President, there's a call from the Magic Metropolis Trainer's Association Headquarters…"

"What?!"

President Sun immediately got up. The Magic Metropolis Trainer's Association?

That was even more significant than their Province City Association.

However, he had no connection to the Magic Metropolis Trainer's Association, no kinship or reason for them to contact him. Why would they call?

"Do you know about the Little Phoenix King Cup?" his secretary asked.

"I have some impression of it; it's a competition for new trainers in Magic City, isn't it? Quite famous."

"That's where the problem lies," the secretary said. "A student from Pingcheng No.1 Middle School participated in the event and achieved excellent results."

"As a guest, the representative from the Magic Metropolis Trainer Association sent a call to extend their congratulations to us."

"Oh?" President Sun's eyes brightened. "So that's it. The new trainers from this year's Ping Middle School? How's the ranking? Let me guess, top sixteen? Could it be the top eight?"

The secretary smiled bitterly, "My president… if it were just the top eight, why would they send congratulations? This student named Fang Yuan directly defeated the apprentices from the Winter Dojo and the Heavenly Heart Dojo, winning the championship."

"Pfft…" President Sun had just picked up his teacup to drink when he almost spat it out.

Right then, his private phone rang.

The caller, Yang Han.

As one of the few professional trainers in Pingcheng, Yang Han was also considered part of the core leadership of the Pingcheng Trainer Association.

In the association, the only one with a higher status than him was the President of the Pingcheng Trainer Association.

Others, such as the vice-presidents, were only on par with him. After all, the entire number of professional trainers in Pingcheng was just a handful, countable on two hands, which naturally made their status extraordinary.

Glancing at the caller, President Sun waved his hand, signaling the secretary to keep quiet.

"Hello, Yang Han…" he said.

Then, he answered the call.

The matters Yang Han talked about on the phone were the same ones reported by President Sun's secretary—about Fang Yuan becoming the champion of the Little Phoenix King Cup.

The more President Sun listened, the quieter he became. It was all true.

And this Fang Yuan was the same student who had accidentally entered the Secret Realm in Nanwu Town.

It was all too coincidental.

"So what you're saying is, he defeated the apprentices from the Winter Dojo and the Heavenly Heart Dojo, and his potential is huge. And such a new trainer will definitely receive offers from other high schools, including attempts to recruit him away, right?" President Sun said.

Yang Han replied, "Exactly, as you know, every school is competing for outstanding students, which concerns future resource allocations. Moreover, from the Province City Trainer Association… if that notice really comes through, the more outstanding new trainers we have in Pingcheng, the better."

President Sun nodded, "I understand. Alright, I've got it all. I will personally contact the principal of No.1 Middle School. Pingcheng hasn't produced a notable trainer for many years; we can't be outdone by other schools this time."