novelraw Chapter 37: If they can be called elites, then the term ’elite’ is really being devalued.
Chapter 37: If they can be called elites, then the term ’elite’ is really being devalued.
Meanwhile, inside the building.
Laura sat at the head of the table, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall. A black umbrella quietly leaned against her side. She was gazing at the martial arts arena below, her expression calm throughout, showing no signs of fluctuation.
Standing not far from her, Councilor Simba’s palms were already sweaty. He occasionally lifted his head, sneaking a glance at Laura’s expression. His heart was constantly in his throat.
Half an hour ago, in order to secure an invitation to the banquet from Laura, Simba had urgently summoned the best young people in Washington for this competition.
But this was already the eleventh pair to compete, and he still could not see any emotional fluctuation on Laura’s face.
Was it because they were too weak and did not meet the standard? Or was it just because she always wore such an expression?
He sneaked another glance at the deputy president of the State Psychic Association, Caddy, only to find him frowning slightly. Obviously, Caddy also hoped that the quota would fall to Washington.
"Three minutes are up, next pair."
An old man accompanying Laura looked indifferently at the two competitors in the arena and said emotionlessly. The two young men fighting in the arena looked up in surprise, then bowed in disappointment and exited the arena.
They were only given three minutes, no matter the result, they had to exit the arena after three minutes. They were anxious, having no idea whether they had a chance to get the quota or not.
Finally, Simba could not hold back anymore.
Because the two young men who just left the arena were the most outstanding members of the Washington Association of Psychic.
He chose his words carefully and asked Laura, who was sitting in the main seat, in a low voice:
"Miss Laura, I wonder if you are satisfied with the Psychics just now?"
"Mediocre," Laura said calmly.
There was no arrogance, no disdain. Just like stating a simple fact, she said it in an incredibly calm tone.
Simba took a sharp breath, a flash of annoyance in his eyes, but he didn’t dare to lose his temper.
An old man next to Laura glanced at his pocket watch and said something to Laura. She nodded, and the old man indifferently said,
"Councilor Simba, we don’t have much time to waste on these mediocrities. If there’s no one meeting the requirements after ten more pairs, the test will end for today."
At these words, all the young martial artists sitting below lifted their heads, showing expressions of shock and anger.
Mediocre? Was that about them? They were all the focus of the Psychic Association, and usually admired by countless people. Now in their mouths, they became mediocrities?
Several young spiritists wanted to step forward and demand an explanation, but they were stopped by the elder of the association with a stern look. In the end, they could only hold back their anger and stand there resentfully.
Time passed minute by minute.
One pair.
Two pairs.
...
Laura’s expression remained as calm as the water in a deep pool, without any change.
The old man glanced at his pocket watch. After the tenth pair, he whispered something to Laura. Laura nodded, stood up, and another old man hurriedly held up the black umbrella for her.
"Time’s up," Laura said calmly. "You may leave."
Simba was anxious and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Miss Laura, don’t you find anyone suitable? They are the youngest elite Psychics in Washington. No one is stronger than them!"
Laura calmly said, "If they can be called elites, then the word ’elite’ has lost its value."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar throughout the hall. Many young Psychics showed anger.
"What do you mean? Are you belittling our Washington Psychics?!"
"Many of us have ranked in the global Psychics competition. What right do you have to judge us!"
"That’s right, who do you think you are!"
One of the young Psychic couldn’t hold back any longer, stood up abruptly, pointed at Laura on the stage, and said angrily, "You keep calling us mediocrities, why don’t you come down and fight with me personally! Let’s see if you have the strength to judge us!"
Laura calmly said, "Fighting you would be beneath me."
At these words, everyone’s faces changed.
The young man let out a shout, couldn’t bear it any longer, and charged towards Laura on the high platform, shouting, "Let’s see if you have the qualifications to say such words!"
Caddy instantly became anxious and shouted, "Get back here! Don’t be impudent!"
The Psychic gritted his teeth and said, "I don’t believe she truly has the ability to judge. That superior attitude, I’ve been tolerating her for a long time!"
His movement skills were excellent. With a tip of his toes, he leaped into the air, landing on the high platform in an instant. His fist aimed straight at Laura’s face.
The elders around all watched the young Psychic indifferently, without any intention of intervening.
But in the very next moment, as his fist was about to reach Laura, she simply turned her body sideways and extended her slender fingers, lightly tapping his forehead.
The Psychic let out a horrible scream instantly.
He was flung back a good dozen meters and heavily hit the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone was shocked.
Nobody had seen when Laura actually made her move because her speed was too fast, so much so that it was hard to capture with the naked eye.
Just two fingers, and she crushed their most outstanding member!
What kind of joke was this?!
Laura slowly withdrew her hand and calmly took out a handkerchief to wipe her fingers, saying, "Let’s go."
Simba sat in his chair, sweat dropping heavily from his forehead. As he watched the group of people escorting Laura as she turned to leave, he was filled with indescribable fear and trembling.
Was this the terrifying strength of the temple?
Such a young girl was... so powerful.
That move just now was too amazing. What kind of genius could attain such terrifying power at such a young age?
This profound feeling of powerlessness made him feel that he did not even have the strength to stand up.
But at this moment, suddenly, from the direction of the corridor leading to the building, a shrill scream of terror was heard.
Everyone was startled and turned their heads towards the tightly closed door.
Simba frowned, asking, "What’s happening? Who’s causing a commotion outside?!"
The two members at the door immediately saying, "Master, we’ll go check it out right away!"
They were just about to open the door when, in the next moment, there was a thunderous noise.
A screaming Psychic blasted open the heavy door and flew into the hall like a cannonball.
Under the incredulous gaze of everyone present, that Psychic flew hundreds of meters across the venue, rushing towards Laura and her party.
One of the old men shouted and rushed forward, yelling, "Who dares to disrespect Miss Laura?!"
He thrust out his hand, heavily striking the chest of the flying body.
But in the next moment, his face drastically changed.
Suddenly, he felt as if he had been hit by a tremendous force that swept over him the moment his palm touched the body’s chest.
Crack!
In the instant of contact, his arm fractured and broke under the invisible force.
The body directly hit him, knocking him and several elders behind him to the ground.