I Can Upgrade My Talent Infinitely-Chapter 117: Means of Attack

The senior sister Senior Brother Wu was interested in.

"Hello, Senior Sister Yao. Senior Brother Wu mentions you often," Fang Yun said, putting in a good word for Wu Junxin.

In reality, Wu Junxin rarely mentioned Yao Shuixiao in front of him.

Fang Yun had only learned a little about it while helping him with Artifact Refining.

"Since Junior Brother Fang already knows her, I don’t need to make an introduction," Song Qiaoqiao finally spoke up, having not had a chance to say anything until now.

"Junior Sister Song, did you invite anyone else?" Bai Qinying asked, turning her head.

Everyone Song Qiaoqiao had invited had shown up, a testament to her status.

It was only natural for the great-granddaughter of a Supreme Elder to receive such treatment.

Song Qiaoqiao shook her head. "No one else."

"Then let’s get going."

"Alright."

And with that, the four of them set off for Battle Peak.

As the four of them walked abreast, Fang Yun was on the far right with Yao Shuixiao on the far left.

Song Qiaoqiao was beside Fang Yun.

Perhaps because Yao Shuixiao was there, Bai Qinying didn’t tease Song Qiaoqiao and Fang Yun as she had last time.

The four of them chatted casually for the first part of the journey.

They quickened their pace as the sky began to lighten.

At the foot of Battle Peak.

Beside the path leading up Battle Peak, a notice board of sorts had been erected. On it were the names and assigned numbers of the disciples registered for the Inner Sect Grand Tournament.

"Senior Sister Bai."

"Senior Sister Bai."

"Junior Brother Fang."

When the four of them arrived, the other Inner Sect Disciples parted to make way for them, owing to Bai Qinying’s presence.

Among the four, Song Qiaoqiao undoubtedly held the highest status. But when it came to fame on Battle Peak, Bai Qinying was the most renowned, followed by Fang Yun.

The disciples who frequented Battle Peak valued strength far more than personal background.

Fang Yun returned the greetings from his senior brothers and sisters one by one before turning his attention to the list on the board.

He was number one hundred sixteen.

Numbers one hundred fifteen and one hundred fourteen belonged to Song Qiaoqiao and Bai Qinying, respectively.

The numbers were clearly assigned based on registration time; the later you signed up, the higher your number. In contrast to their numbers, which were over one hundred, Yao Shuixiao’s was thirty-nine.

In total, there were two hundred fifty-five Inner Sect Disciples listed on the board.

"An odd number. That means someone gets a bye in the first round," Fang Yun remarked.

At the same time, he was already calculating in his head.

Aside from the first round, there would be no byes in the subsequent rounds.

If just one more disciple had registered, there wouldn’t have been a bye even in the first round.

"Only the first round has a bye," Bai Qinying added, then she asked, "Would you like to be the lucky one, Junior Brother Fang?"

"I’ll pass. It’s just the first round, not the second-to-last."

Getting a bye when there are only three people left is what you want. That would guarantee at least second place.

"You’re quite ambitious, Junior Brother. First, you need the strength to even get to that round. And you can’t get by on defense alone in the Inner Sect Grand Tournament."

Fang Yun nodded, showing he understood.

If he could only defend, it wouldn’t work. The Inner Sect Grand Tournament wasn’t a simple Magical Combat spar; if an opponent knew they couldn’t break his defense, they could simply choose not to attack.

If neither side attacked for too long, both would be disqualified with a loss.

This rule had been established long ago, suggesting that such a situation had occurred before. After the rule was implemented, it never happened again.

As the four of them walked toward Battle Peak, Bai Qinying recalled their earlier conversation and asked Fang Yun directly.

"Junior Brother Fang, how are your offensive skills?"

Bai Qinying thought about it. She had not only never seen Fang Yun’s offensive techniques, but she had never even heard them mentioned.

The realization immediately piqued her curiosity. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"They’re no worse than my defenses," Fang Yun replied.

"Ohhh—"

Bai Qinying drew out the sound, surprised by Fang Yun’s reply.

From what she knew of his character, Junior Brother Fang wasn’t the type to boast. For him to claim his offense was as good as his defense meant that even if he was overestimating himself, his attacks couldn’t be that bad.

This only made Bai Qinying more curious.

"I can’t wait for tomorrow. I really want to see just what your offensive skills are like, Junior Brother."

"You’ll just have to wait and see, Senior Sister."

"Alright."

The four of them arrived atop Battle Peak.

Quite a few disciples had already gathered on Battle Peak.

Some of these disciples were participating in the Inner Sect Grand Tournament, while others were not.

Those not participating, or rather, those not qualified to, were almost all Outer Sect Disciples.

Since there was no Magical Combat today, not too many Inner and Outer Sect Disciples had come just to hear the Elder speak and watch the drawing. Far more would show up tomorrow.

"Junior Sister Yao, Junior Brother Fang, and Junior Sister Song, Senior Sister Bai."

As the four of them arrived, Wu Junxin hurried over to greet them.

After a quick greeting, Wu Junxin led Yao Shuixiao away, choosing not to join their group.

"Junior Brother Fang, what do you say? Should I leave too?" Bai Qinying asked Fang Yun suddenly, watching the retreating figures of Wu Junxin and Yao Shuixiao.

"Whatever makes you happy, Senior Sister." Fang Yun refused to take the bait.

"I was giving you two an opportunity, but you’re the ones who won’t take it." Bai Qinying smiled and stretched languidly. "In that case, I’m staying."

Song Qiaoqiao remained silent, and Fang Yun just waved his hand dismissively.

’It wouldn’t have mattered if she left or not. This is a public space, not a private meeting. We couldn’t discuss anything sensitive here anyway.’

As time passed, Fang Yun also saw Lu Zefeng, Zhang Cailing, Nan Qiuchun, and other Inner Sect Disciples. They all came over to greet him when they saw him.

Some of these Inner Sect Disciples were on good terms with Fang Yun, while others had faced him in Magical Combat.

"You’re quite popular, Junior Brother Fang."

"If I were third on the Inner Sect Ranking, I doubt many would dare to come over and say hello."

"Are you implying I’m terrifying, Junior Brother?"

"It’s called having prestige," Fang Yun corrected.

’The more he got to know Bai Qinying, the more Fang Yun realized she enjoyed twisting words and feigning misunderstanding.’

’Wouldn’t it be nice if she could just stand here quietly like Senior Sister Song?’

Fang Yun snarked internally but said nothing out loud.

A ripple of Spiritual Power emanated from the sky. Fang Yun looked up to see that the Elders had arrived—three of them in total.

Judging by their appearance,

there were two men and one woman.

One old, and two who appeared younger.

"Junior Brother, do you know who these three Elders are?" Bai Qinying asked, looking away from the sky.

Before Fang Yun could speak, Song Qiaoqiao answered for him.

"Junior Brother probably doesn’t know any of them." Song Qiaoqiao figured that, given Fang Yun’s usual habits, he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to learn about the Elders.

"Then allow me to introduce them, Junior Brother."

Hearing this, Fang Yun gave Bai Qinying a surprised glance.

’He was surprised that Bai Qinying didn’t seize the opportunity to tease him about Song Qiaoqiao answering on his behalf. Instead, she was being completely serious.’