:Princess Hua

"Sooo... How do I look?"

Lu Feng's question set the room in a tranquil state. He examined the looks on their faces, with Yu Cai staring as if the spell had gone wrong.

Rong was staring as if, instead of a body transformation, a wimp transmigration had taken place. But Ai Ming...

"You... you... you look perfect, Lord Lu Feng," said Ai Ming, stuttering and staring at the other two.

Having hear Ai Ming's comment (I mean, she's the one who performed the spell, so if it was bad or not, she wouldn't say), Lu Feng sighed.

"Get... me... a... mirror."

And as he said that, Ai Ming's heart changed course to fast-beat mode.

Seeing his new body, Lu Feng pressed both palms on his face and analyzed the slender, weak body.

"I can redo the spell, Lord Lu Feng."

Slowly, Lu Feng tilted his neck towards Ai Ming, keeping a cold demeanor, which caused Ai Ming to stumble back.

"And why's that?... With this type of body, I can easily be accepted in the tournament," said Lu Feng with a smile on his face.

Surely, his reaction stunned them all, and it deeply relieved Ai Ming the most.

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There are ten participants, five tournament matches, and the winner is decided either by surrender or death match.

So the number of participants decreases with each passing festive tournament. Like now, there are only eleven participants on the registration queue.

"Sorry, Bob, you came late, so we ain't letting you participate."

"I mean, just look at his body language—he's like a wimp who works in a toilet seat, with his tongue..."

Lu Feng stood, saying no words as he took in all the 'compliments,' just a banished god accepting the mundane life.

However, a pressure fell on the men as footsteps gradually approached them from behind. The moment she walked past Lu Feng, he felt it too—this wasn't an ordinary human.

"It's... it's Princess Hua."

"Last tournament, she was the last person remaining and was able to complete the power glass. But, when a saint was about to arrive... I heard another saint took him back."

Hearing the whispers, Lu Feng kept quiet. Not only had he never heard that part of the fantasy, but he had also never experienced any saint summoning.

The female, adorned in a short black skirt, said nothing nor replied, her red hair flowing with the wind.

"Now that Hua is here, I think you should rethink your registration... If you manage to be set with her... she'll end you," a muscular participant spoke out.

Lu Feng sniffed, running his nose in. With dark circles under his eyes, he analyzed the curvaceous body of Hua and, of course, her delicate, smooth, and probably soft lap. Lu Feng smirked and replied,

"Tsk... she wishes."

His words stopped her footsteps halfway from the entrance. Seeing this... boom! As expected, Hua moved at light speed and instantly appeared in front of Lu Feng with her blade at his throat.

But she was unable to wipe the smirk off Lu Feng's grinning face.

"What did you say?" asked Hua, getting a sniff from Lu Feng.

"She wishes," repeated Lu Feng. Everyone's eyebrows moved, and Hua withdrew her blade, analyzed Lu Feng, and chuckled.

"Then I'll personally set us for a match."

Lu Feng sniffed again, and having heard the kind words, he replied, "But I was unable to register, or else I would have fucked your ass... I mean, kicked your ass," said Lu Feng.

Hua gave the weak-looking face a stern look and redirected her eyes to the muscular one beside Lu Feng.

"And you... a match with me, or withdraw from the festive tournament."

The man was stunned, dumbfounded while looking at Hua, with the men behind her giving him a sign to quickly withdraw.

"I... I... I withdraw."

Lu Feng smirked. The wimp transmigration definitely had its advantage.

"Your name?" asked Hua. "I need your name in order for us to be matched."

"Pussy Lover," said Lu Feng. Everyone was completely drained of any common sense. Pussy Lover? Seriously?

"Well then... Pussy Lover, we'll be matched."

With that, everyone made their way through the gate while Pussy Lover remained last. He stretched his bones and gradually placed his armor, protecting his joints and some parts of the wimpy transmigration.

As Pussy Lover got in further, the muscular man stood in his way, trying to exchange words with him.

"Look... I'm telling you to reconsider your decision. Princess Hua could—"

Kaboom!

Lu Feng did not allow the idiot to finish his words before delivering a devastating backhand slap that sent the bastard crashing into the side of the wall. As he convulsed, Lu Feng gave no attention and arrived at the festive tournament.

Lu Feng sniffed his running nostrils one more time.