Fantasy: Empress Wife, Cute Kids Cause Havoc in Jiuzhou

Time flew by and six days had passed; the fifty matches of the first round to determine the top fifty had long since ended, and the second round to determine the top twenty-five was underway with the twentieth match in progress.

Chu Chen ignored the two competitors fighting in the Mimic Space, instead sipping his Ice Beast Milk while inspecting his own token. A slight frown formed on his brow—he clearly couldn't recognize the number on it.

He scratched his head, and with a grin, he handed the token to Chu Xin, asking softly, "Sister, what number is this?"

"Number twenty-three."

Chu Xin, who was also drinking Ice Beast Milk, rolled her eyes dramatically and said with feigned exasperation, "You're told to learn your characters in your spare time and you never listen; now you're stumped, right?"

Chu Chen chuckled sheepishly and retorted, "If I were to seriously learn to read, I wouldn't have time to learn how to barbecue, and then Sister wouldn't be able to enjoy my delicious grilled meat."

Chu Xin paused for a moment, considering his logic, but felt something was slightly amiss.

Chu Chen leaned over to look at the token in Chu Xin's hand, his chubby cheeks lighting up with surprise, "Wow! Sister, our tokens match!"

Smack!

Chu Xin lifted her fair little hand and gave Chu Chen a tap on the head, glaring at him with her big round eyes and said irritably, "Dummy, what are you so happy about? If our tokens match, it means we'll have to go on stage together later. How could Dad have such a foolish son?"

"Ah? Seems like it."

Chu Chen bit his pacifier, the milk bottle hanging in his mouth as he shook it, rubbed his head, and turned to glance at Long Yufei in the referee's area, mumbling unclearly, "Wonder if I can still exchange it."

"Definitely can't exchange it, let's just do what we always do later."

Chu Xin took a sip of her Beast Milk and let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples like a little grown-up.

She didn't know what this gesture meant, only that their father always did this whenever she and her brother were up to their mischievous antics.

The competition was in full swing, but no one noticed that beneath the seats of the hundred thousand spectators in the viewing area, a filament of blood had silently lit up, sneaking into their bodies without a trace or sound.

However, the hundred thousand spectators didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, their attention still fixed on the arena, watching the battle unfold in the Mimic Space.

After some time had passed, a female guard took the stage and announced loudly, "Would the two contestants with number twenty-three please come up."

Her words were met with no response.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The female guard repeated herself twice more, still to no response; her gaze inevitably fell on the pre-battle area. After sweeping her eyes over the crowd, they finally settled on the siblings, Chu Xin and Chu Chen.

Long Yufei and the rest of the crowd followed the female guard's gaze to the siblings, stunned.

They saw the siblings with pacifiers in their mouths, their little heads resting against each other, sound asleep with their eyes closed.

A crystal clear droplet of saliva hung from the corner of Chu Xin's mouth, while bubbles formed at Chu Chen's nostrils.

"So cute, I want to hug them."

All the female guards and the women in the audience melted at the sight of the two little milk babies and their sleeping postures.

"Ai Kaorou, Ai Chirou."

Long Yufei's lips curled into a smile as she asked.

The siblings woke up startled, one sniffled while the other wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, looking around in confusion.

Their dazed, adorable expression charmed everyone.

"What number are you two?" Long Yufei asked.

"Auntie Long, we're number twenty-three," Chu Xin replied.

"You both are number twenty-three?"

Long Yufei's brows knitted slightly; in fact, when no one came up on stage and she saw the siblings sleeping, she had had her suspicions, but still held out a sliver of hope.

Those familiar with the siblings were also dumbfounded.

Was this match really sibling against sibling?

Between the two little milk babies, who would come out on top?

All at once, everyone was filled with anticipation.

"Yep, both Sister and I have number twenty-three," Chu Chen said, nodding his little head.

It was indeed a sibling showdown.

Everyone's eyes lit up, filled with anticipation.

These two little milk-suckers had both solidly defeated Martial Venerates at their peak, arguably the strongest contestants of the Lanzhou competition.

They had always been curious about which of the siblings was more formidable and had been eagerly looking forward to seeing them fight each other.

No one expected the sibling rivalry to come around so quickly.

There had been rumors before that the State Governor engaged in backroom dealings, deliberately targeting Demon Saber Sect and Myriad Beasts Sect, which was nonsense.

If the State Governor had manipulated the draw, the siblings wouldn't have faced each other so early.

Bear in mind that losing now meant missing out on the top ten and the map to the Secret Realm.

In the struggle between siblings, one must fall.

However, after the top ten are decided, there will be a challenge round. With the siblings' strength, replacing a spot in the top ten during the challenges would be no issue.

At that moment, Long Yufei sighed softly and said, "It's your turn, go ahead."

"Alrighty!"

The siblings responded in unison and leaped onto the platform.

All eyes were on the two little ones, with everyone keen to discover which sibling would come out on top.

Just as the female guard was about to activate the Mimic Space, Chu Xin stopped her, "Auntie, we don't need to go in."

"No need to go in?"

The female guard was momentarily stunned, and everyone who heard the voice showed confusion.

How could they fight without entering the Mimic Space?

This small platform couldn't even accommodate a fight between two Martial Kings, so how were they to battle here?

People in the other areas were guessing to themselves, could it be that these two milk-suckers weren't even Martial Kings?

But if they hadn't reached the level of Martial Kings, how did they become part of the top ten in the Lanzhou region?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chu Xin and Chu Chen stood opposite each other. After gazing at each other for a while, they suddenly placed their right hands behind their backs.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

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As the final word was uttered, both simultaneously revealed their small hands.

Sister scissors, brother paper.

"Brother, I won."

Chu Xin proudly wiggled her little index finger, like scissors snipping twice.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Was this the eagerly anticipated sibling showdown?

Rock-paper-scissors?

What a nonsensical mess.

Wasn't it a bit too childish to decide the winner like this?

At this point, Chu Chen's mouth puckered, his chubby little face filled with dissatisfaction, and in a whining tone, he said, "Sister, don't be so smug. Best two out of three, I still have a chance."

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

They placed their small hands behind their backs once more and simultaneously swung them out.

Sister paper, brother scissors.

"Haha, I won, sister, I won," Chu Chen swung his chubby hand, hopping and jumping with pure joy.

"There's still one more round. Don't get too excited. We still don't know who will lose and who will win. Come on," Chu Xin said, her round eyes whirling, as if trying to guess what her brother would choose next.