Chapter 441 How Can You Not Go On Stage Every Time?

Chapter 441 How Can You Not Go On Stage Every Time?

Isabella glanced at Walter. "I have no problem with you wanting to join the competition, but I won't give up my team leader position to you. If you join, it means one of these five official members will be pushed out by you."

"These five have been training for so long, and now they can finally compete. Do you think any of them would willingly give up this opportunity for you?"

You have to understand, Being chosen to represent the Powell family in the competition was a great honor. The parents and elders of these five elites would all be proud of this.

And now Walter was basically trying to steal someone else's chance to compete.

After Isabella's reminder, Walter's expression looked somewhat unpleasant.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

He had indeed lost control of his emotions and his rationality when he saw The Whispering Sect competing, which was why he made such a request.

Now it seemed unrealistic for him to join at this point.

Isabella didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

But Walter spoke up at that moment, his tone slightly cold: "Isabella, you saw that guy Declan from The Whispering Sect earlier. Besides me, no one can match him."

Isabella paused slightly, turned to look at him, "So what?"

"So the Powell family is definitely going to lose."

Hearing this, Isabella just smiled. "With me here, the Powell family won't lose."

"We'll see about that!" Walter said through gritted teeth.

The Powell family was definitely going to lose!

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The second round of the competition was about to start.

Members from the eight major forces were gradually heading to the preparation area.

In the preparation area, Isabella ran into Phaedra and Elowen again.

Phaedra naturally saw Isabella too, and immediately showed an interested look. "Isabella, I really hope I can draw the Powell family this time."

"After all, I'm really looking forward to having a match with you."

Elowen held Phaedra's hand, her contemptuous gaze sweeping over Isabella as she smiled sweetly at Phaedra: "Don't scare Ms. Powell. She's probably no match for you."

In Elowen's mind, Phaedra was incredible—absolutely unparalleled!

She believed that Isabella, who looked so weak, definitely wouldn't be a match for Phaedra!

"Isabella, you'd better prepare yourself!" Phaedra said with a threatening smile. "If I draw you as my opponent, I'll make you and the entire Powell family lose face in front of all the spectators."

"Phaedra, you don't need to be so hostile toward me," Isabella said calmly. "If you think about it, we seven great families should work together. Right now, shouldn't the focus be on The Whispering Sect, this team that suddenly appeared? Any of us losing to The Whispering Sect would be a disgrace to the seven great families."

Hearing this, Phaedra's eyes rolled. She glanced at the Whispering Sect members not far away and snorted coldly.

"Isabella, you're right."

"Whether it's your Powell family or The Whispering Sect, none of you are my match!"

Isabella smiled. "Your confidence is admirable. Good luck."

Phaedra: "..."

Isabella's words were too perfunctory. Phaedra even suspected she was being sarcastic.

Phaedra wanted to say something more when the host's voice rang out.

"Five minutes until the competition officially begins. Will the representatives from the eight forces that advanced in the last round please come up to draw lots!"

This was Phaedra's favorite part.

She gave Isabella a meaningful look, then eagerly went to draw her lot.

Isabella followed right behind.

Phaedra secretly hoped to draw the same arena as the Powell family. After drawing her lot and seeing the number on it was "2."

That meant Arena 2.

After seeing Isabella finish drawing, Phaedra immediately asked eagerly, "Which arena did you get?"

"Number 1."

Hearing this, Phaedra took a deep breath. "You're lucky!"

She hadn't drawn the same arena as the Powell family this time.

But it didn't matter.

There would be a chance to compete with the Powell family sooner or later!

Phaedra stopped paying attention to Isabella and immediately asked the team leaders present: "Who drew number 2?"

Just then, a young male voice responded to her, "I'm number 2."

The speaker was the team leader of the Banks family, a young man with a carefree and dashing appearance, Jacob Banks.

The Banks family was also one of the top three families.

Phaedra immediately became somewhat interested.

She looked at Jacob and smiled. "Being in the same arena as the Banks family is fate as well."

"Please go easy on us, Phaedra," Jacob said.

Jacob and Phaedra left the drawing platform one after another, each gathering their team members and heading to Arena 2.

Isabella returned to Zander and the others, telling them, "We drew Arena 1. Our opponent is the Trevino family."

The Trevino family was one of the only two families among the thirty-six noble families participating. In the last round, the Trevino family's opponent was an organized force, which was why the Trevino family successfully advanced.

Hearing their opponent was the Trevino family, Zander didn't know whether to be happy or speechless.

Before this, he had been nervous, both looking forward to and fearing a match against the Fife family or The Whispering Sect.

But now he wasn't nervous at all.

The mere Trevino family wasn't even as good as the Thornton family from the last round. This match would probably end even faster.

"Looks like our luck is really good. So far, we haven't drawn any strong opponents," Felicity said.

"The competition is about to start. Let's get to the arena quickly," another member said.

After that member spoke, their gazes all fell on Isabella.

Especially Zander, whose eyes were fixed on Isabella, a glimmer flickering in them. "Isabella, this time our opponent is just the Trevino family. Surely you'll go on stage now, right?"

Isabella shook her head without hesitation. "I'm not going up."

Hearing this, Zander’s brows furrowed instantly, his expression darkening, as if he couldn't believe it. "You're not going up again?"

Felicity also spoke up sharply: "Isabella, how can you do this? How can you never go on stage?"

Isabella explained, "I need to watch the matches in other arenas."

She planned to watch the match between The Whispering Sect and the Bautista Family.

She had just noticed that both The Whispering Sect and the Bautista Family were assigned to Arena 4.

Zander's expression looked unpleasant. "You're the team leader of the Powell family, yet you repeatedly refuse to go on stage. How does that make any sense?"

Isabella thought for a moment and said, "Know your enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without defeat. I'm also preparing for the upcoming matches."

He couldn't believe her words at all.

What Isabella said seemed to him to be completely an excuse, an excuse to avoid competing!

Zander wanted to say more, but Isabella interrupted him. "Time's almost up. You'd better get on stage."

He was at a loss for words.

He clenched his fists, nearly driven crazy by Isabella.

But given Isabella's status, Zander couldn't force her to go on stage. He could only say coldly, "Let's go. The way I see it, other people's team leaders are real team leaders. Our team leader might as well not exist!"