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A stick of incense burned, then another. Half an hour passed, and the two had exchanged over a hundred moves without determining a victor. The commotion here even drew the attention of several elders.
Qi Xiao and Xu Huai were both well-trained, making it difficult to distinguish between them, earning unanimous praise from the elders. Although they were evenly matched, upon closer inspection, some differences became apparent. Qi Xiao's foundation was somewhat unstable; he had just recently advanced to the mid-stage, while Xu Huai's cultivation was solid and had been tempered in this realm for quite some time. He was only waiting for an opportunity to break through to the peak of the Golden Core stage.
In terms of cultivation level, Xu Huai clearly held the advantage. However, Qi Xiao's agile movements and diverse techniques, combined with his extensive combat experience, allowed him to subtly gain the upper hand despite his weaker foundation. This left Elder Yu of Qingmiao Peak with a rather displeased expression.
Elder Chang glanced at him and chuckled as he comforted him by putting an arm around his shoulder. "They are all disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect; no matter who wins or loses, it’s still a matter for our sect."
Elder Yu shot him a sidelong glance and snorted coldly. "Your boy is currently in the lead, and you think it’s all fun and games? If the other one were your disciple, I doubt you’d be smiling."
"Hey now, let’s not put it that way. Xu Huai is still young; reaching this level in cultivation is already quite impressive. It’s only a matter of time before he steps into the Nascent Soul stage," Elder Chang replied.
Elder Yu's expression softened slightly as he couldn’t help but sigh lightly. "Indeed, Xu Huai has done well; after all, not everyone has the same opportunities as Qi Xiao."
On the arena, the match continued. Xu Huai was on high alert, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he kept his defenses up. Qi Xiao appeared frail but unleashed a relentless barrage of quick strikes that left Xu Huai feeling somewhat overwhelmed.
Frustration bubbled within Xu Huai as he gritted his teeth and began to chant a spell while forming hand seals. In an instant, the gusts of wind around him transformed into biting cold air, and a layer of frost covered his smooth sword.
Qi Xiao barely felt a graze from the sword when a chilling aura seeped into his muscles and bones through the small wound, causing his movements to slow momentarily. Xu Huai felt elated; despite the fatigue from casting his spell, he charged forward swiftly. Qi Xiao hurriedly dodged but was still a beat too slow and could only block with his sword.
With a clang, Xu Huai's long sword pierced through Qi Xiao's defenses, pressing against his throat. A glint of murderous intent flickered in Xu Huai's eyes. "Qi Xiao, you're finished!"
But in the next moment, a subtle wave of energy spread outwards. Xu Huai staggered; before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen—Qi Xiao had kicked him out!
He tumbled off the arena and collapsed onto the ground, dazed and unable to regain his senses for a moment. The scene fell silent.
A disciple finally broke the quiet with a whisper. "What just happened?"
In the arena, it was difficult for them to see clearly; all they could tell was that Senior Brother Xu seemed to have the upper hand and was on the verge of victory.
But somehow, in the next moment, he was kicked down by Qi Xiao, and with that single kick, the outcome was decided. Even the disciple responsible for recording the results stood there, mouth agape, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
The Senior Brother of Qing Miao Peak lost just like that? To an inner sect disciple? Goodness, Qing Miao Peak had really embarrassed themselves this time!
The disciple quickly rubbed his face and lowered his head, pretending he wasn’t there at all.
Meanwhile, an elder stepped forward calmly and raised Qi Xiao's hand in victory.
In this match, Qi Xiao from Qing Xuan Peak wins!
The disciples from Qing Miao Peak felt both humiliated and furious, but faced with this outcome, they couldn’t utter a word. They could only endure the mocking laughter from the crowd of Qing Xuan Peak as they sheepishly rushed forward to help Xu Huai up.
“Senior Brother, that Qi Xiao just got lucky; don’t take it to heart!”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s just a temporary win; it doesn’t mean anything!”
The more Xu Huai listened, the darker his expression became. He knew he had lost; he didn’t need them to repeat it over and over again. He coldly shook off his junior disciples' hands and looked up at the stage.
Qi Xiao met his gaze without fear but couldn’t help feeling a bit uneasy inside. What was with that look? Was he still unwilling to accept defeat and wanted to challenge him again?
Xu Huai's face flushed with anger and embarrassment as he stared intently at Qi Xiao and spat out a sentence. “Were you just playing with me?”
Just moments ago, Qi Xiao had decisively ended their match. Although Xu Huai didn’t know what kind of technique that was, if Qi Xiao could use such moves, why hadn’t he done so earlier to secure an earlier victory?
He had waited until the most critical moment when Xu Huai was closest to winning before revealing it. Had he been playing him from the start? Watching him struggle for victory only to fall into defeat at the last second—was that how Qi Xiao wanted to toy with him?
Qi Xiao rubbed his nose, about to deny it but then thought that would sound too weak. He cleared his throat and said coldly, “Think whatever you want.”
Xu Huai choked back his anger and turned away. A man may be killed but not humiliated! This Qi Xiao better watch out; he would definitely avenge today’s shame!
"Hey, Senior Brother, don't leave so quickly! Wait for us!"
The disciples of Qingmiao Peak hurriedly departed.
Meanwhile, the disciples of Qingxuan Peak erupted in cheers.
In less than half an hour, everyone present learned that Qi Xiao, an inner sect disciple, had defeated the Senior Brother of Qingmiao Peak.
This news spread like a drop of cold water hitting hot oil, instantly causing a stir.
"What? Qi Xiao actually defeated the Senior Brother of Qingmiao Peak? Is that for real?"
"What? Qi Xiao kicked the Senior Brother of Qingmiao Peak off the stage?"
"What? Qi Xiao could have won the match long ago; he was just toying with the Senior Brother of Qingmiao Peak?"
Hearing the surrounding voices, Ye Xiuyuan suddenly panicked, feeling completely lost.
How could this be? Qi Xiao defeated the Senior Brother of Qingmiao Peak?
Although Qingmiao Peak seemed rather ordinary among the various peaks, he was still a Senior Brother of a peak! Qi Xiao had beaten him!
Ye Xiuyuan finally realized how terrifying Qi Xiao's achievements were.
The reason the opponent could win was not because the rivals were weak or incompetent; it was because Qi Xiao truly had strength.
What should I do? What should I do?
If I go up against Qi Xiao like this, I definitely won't win!
He still wanted to participate in the Secret Realm Trials and the Immortal Sect Competition!
Ye Xiuyuan hurriedly sought out the disciple in charge of registration, hoping to change his name back.
However, the original disciple had already changed shifts; now sitting at the desk was a stranger.
The new disciple frowned at Ye Xiuyuan's request, clearly displeased.
"Change your name? Change what name? The match numbers have already been confirmed; how can they be easily altered? If changes could be made so casually, where would fairness come from?"
He waved his hand impatiently, showing his annoyance. "Don't bother me with this. If you keep making such unreasonable demands, don't blame me for calling an Elder."
Changing match numbers was something that couldn't be publicly discussed.
Upon hearing that the other party intended to call an Elder, Ye Xiuyuan gritted his teeth and had no choice but to leave.
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