Chapter 62: I Will Fight the Ninth Round for You

Silence, a deathly silence.

Amidst the thunderous cheers of the ten-thousand-strong audience at the Luofeng Mountain arena, there was a section where not a sound could be heard.

On the stands, the body of Xu Renke, the Broken Blade, lay quietly.

After a long while, someone finally spoke, his voice dry and hoarse.

"How could he lose?"

At these words, everyone seemed to snap back to reality.

Yes, how could he lose?

Xu Renke was so strong, known for his Broken Blade, one of the two major protectors of the Mountain Breaker Gang, and had wandered through many markets, earning a formidable reputation.

But just now, he lost to Gao Tingyuan, whom they had looked down upon.

Zeng Wen, who had returned to the stands, had a slightly flushed face.

He said, almost disbelievingly, "Xu Renke just activated that Broken Blade, displaying a hint of the power of a magical treasure, and he indeed struck Gao Tingyuan. Why didn't Gao Tingyuan die?"

In the face of such a technique, even if Zeng Wen had performed beyond his usual level, he could not have won.

But Gao Tingyuan won and survived.

Uncle Mi Huahua frowned deeply, his eyes fixed on the Dao Discussion Platform, where a frail, short man was slumped on the ground.

After a long while, he said uncertainly, "A life-saving puppet?"

"Eh?" Murong Qinglian was surprised, as if she had just thought of something. "He actually has a life-saving puppet!"

On the Dao Discussion Platform, Gao Tingyuan was sitting on the ground, his face filled with panic, muttering to himself, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Before the match, wasn't it agreed that I would win easily?"

"Why did he try to kill me!"

"That was definitely a magical treasure, with power far exceeding that of an extraordinary magical weapon."

"If it weren't for the life-saving puppet from the Falling Cloud Sect, I would have died just now."

He clutched his abdomen, where there was no visible wound, but fresh blood was seeping through his skin.

His dantian was destroyed!

A hole had appeared in his qi sea, and his spiritual energy was leaking uncontrollably.

Even if he used the best medicinal pills to repair the damage, he would likely never reach the Foundation Establishment stage in his lifetime.

This was caused by a thread of blade qi containing the power of a magical treasure.

It was not an external blow but the blade qi penetrating his dantian and disrupting his spiritual energy.

"Eh, he actually has a life-saving puppet from the Falling Cloud Sect?"

Elder Zhou's surprised exclamation was clearly heard in the telepathic communication.

Wang Haichao smiled slightly, clapping gently without responding.

Under his lead, the members of the Great River Gang cheered and clapped wildly.

Truly, the first qi condensation expert in our gang, even a Broken Blade with a fragment of a magical treasure was no match for him.

"Mixing Dragon is invincible!"

"On the list of outstanding talents, his name should be there!"

"Long live the Great River Gang!"

When Gao Tingyuan, weak and frail, arrived at the stands, he was showered with praise from all the members of the gang.

Even the Foundation Establishment stage gang leader, Wang Haichao, gave him a warm welcome.

"Are you badly injured?"

"Oh, your qi sea is damaged!"

"Here, take this Qi Consolidation Pill."

"Don't be polite, we're all family."

Gao Tingyuan lowered his head, clutching the Qi Consolidation Pill, his body trembling with anger.

Old man, how dare you scheme against me like this!

To outsiders, it seemed he was just excited by the gang leader's favor.

Look, how respectful and sincere our gang leader is to his subordinates!

"Xu Renke's body should be properly prepared and buried in the mausoleum behind the main hall."

"Our brothers of the Mountain Breaker Gang are not homeless spirits; even in death, they have a place to rest."

Uncle Mi Huahua arranged Xu Renke's funeral affairs meticulously.

The members of the gang were deeply moved.

In this life, being a solitary cultivator is already difficult, but to follow such a leader is truly a blessing.

Uncle Mi Huahua sighed, feeling a sense of unease for some reason.

Not securing the fourth victory in the match point round made him truly uneasy.

The Broken Blade, on whom the Great River Gang had pinned great hopes, fell at the feet of the Mixing Dragon. About ninety percent of the people would not have expected such an outcome. Xu Renke, a man he had highly regarded, died on the newly opened Dao Discussion Platform.

That was the match point round, and the two strongest protectors were the ones who appeared.

Now, although they had won three matches, their trump cards were dwindling.

On the Great River Gang's side, the next few participants were all external reinforcements like Min Longyu, who appeared first.

"The next match, it should be Feng Linhu!"

The sixth match, Feng Linhu of the Mountain Breaker Gang versus Gong Sun Changji of the Great River Gang.

The battle was very short.

When Gong Sun Changji summoned his azure flying sword, it was the end for Feng Linhu.

That was the flying sword of the Foundation Establishment cultivator, Wang Haichao, an extraordinary magical weapon.

Uncle Mi Huahua's eyelids twitched as he watched the members of the gang collect Feng Linhu's body.

"Can Yue Jianhu win the next match?"

The answer was no.

His opponent was Yang Rusheng, a well-known qi condensation solitary cultivator in Tianye Market.

Or rather, Yang Rusheng was not a solitary cultivator at all; he came from a cultivation family.

It was only because his family was later destroyed that he was forced to become a solitary cultivator.

But his resources far exceeded those of ordinary qi condensation cultivators.

Two magical weapons exploded in quick succession, and Yue Jianhu, known for his agility, was directly reduced to a pulp.

This time, even collecting the body was impossible.

The Mountain Breaker Gang's record, from one loss, three wins, to now three consecutive losses, was a roller coaster.

Now, they had even lost the crucial match point.

If they lost the next match, this life-or-death battle would be over.

Uncle Mi Huahua's mood was heavy as he looked at Murong Qinglian.

Murong Qinglian smiled slightly, "Old Qin will do his best."

Luo Chen, sitting nearby, saw clearly.

What a complex smile it was.

It contained trust, hope, worry, and a mix of sorrow and fear.

Such a smile, he had never seen in his two lifetimes, and even a top actor might not be able to portray such complexity.

Kou Yuelin, the new Broken Jade Tiger, clenched his fists tightly, his teeth gritted.

He knew that it was not so much that the rapidly rising Wang Yuan had taken his place, but that his sworn brother, Qin Liangchen, was fighting in his stead.

If not for this, the next match would have been his.

But!

The external reinforcements the Great River Gang had brought were one stronger than the other. If he had really gone, he would either have been torn to pieces like Han Dang or blown to bits like Yue Jianhu.

He dared not imagine such a scene.

He was still young, and his cultivation path had just begun.

The fear in his heart, the worry for his brother, and the tragic deaths of the previous brothers left his mind in chaos.

Entering the cultivation world, I came to cultivate, why does it feel like I'm back in the chaotic world of the past?

It shouldn't be like this!

What about the promised peaceful cultivation?

In the underground palace below the Dao Discussion Platform, Qin Liangchen stood while Wang Yuan sat.

The two were not familiar, and they usually only nodded in passing.

The Qin family had their own small business, selling spirit fish and raising children, living a prosperous life.

Wang Yuan, on the other hand, traveled between the solitary cultivator market and the Ancient Plain Mountains, leading a life of a hard cultivator.

At this moment, Qin Liangchen did not turn his head, his new purple robe fluttering without wind.

Outside, a loud voice echoed.

"The eighth match, Qin Liangchen of the Mountain Breaker Gang versus Bai Qi of the Great River Gang."

Qin Liangchen took a deep breath and walked out, leaving a message behind.

"I will fight the ninth round for you!"

Wang Yuan kept his eyes closed, his eyelids trembling, but he did not open them.

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