The outco of the fight was simple — the red-haired man won with ease. Yu Xuan noted that his opponent had been ranked second.
Apparently, only the second ranked could challenge the first ranked directly.
Similarly, lower ranked disciples were allowed to challenge those above them, but only if the higher ranked cultivator hadn’t already reached their daily fight quota.
There was a strict system in place: each person was allowed a maximum of three ranked fights per day. And the other party should accept the challenge.
Yu Xuan still had two fights left. For his next, he chose to challenge the tenth-ranked disciple — a tall girl with short hair, wielding a weapon that resembled a gun.
The battle lasted longer than expected. The girl wasn’t weak at all. And who said the only weapon in cultivation world was a sword or saber.
Her weapon was unusual — it could be used both as a staff in close combat and as a ranged weapon. When she channeled her qi into it, the blasts it fired were far more devastating than ordinary bullets.
But Yu Xuan’s reaction speed bordered on monstrous. He dodged every shot, slipping between lines of fire with ease. The girl, skilled as she was, couldn’t maintain the barrage. Her control and precision waned as her qi depleted.
Eventually, her movents slowed, her breathing grew heavy, and the weapon in her hand trembled. She was exhausted.
Yu Xuan didn’t let the opportunity slip. With calculated precision, he closed the distance and ended the match cleanly.
Victory was his.
The crowd erupted in cheers. This newcor was turning heads. They had already noticed his cultivation — rely at the mid-stage of Qi Condensation, yet he had defeated soone within the top ten rankings. That was no small feat.
Usually, only those at the peak of Qi Condensation managed to break into the top ten. For soone at mid stage to win against a ranked disciple... it was exciting. Unexpected.
Many new challengers often made the mistake of going after high ranks right away, only to suffer crushing defeats that left them humbled. But Yu Xuan wasn’t one of them, at least not yet.
He spent so ti watching other matches, quietly observing. No one stepped forward to challenge him, which gave him the perfect opportunity to pick his next opponent.
He directly challenged the second ranked disciple.
The arena exploded with noise.
"He’s really arrogant!"
"He thinks beating the tenth rank makes him unstoppable?"
"Does he even realize he’s not at the peak of Qi Condensation?"
"This is going to be hilarious!"
"I’m betting on him."
"Are you crazy?!"
Excitent and disbelief spread through the stands like wildfire. A mid stage cultivator challenging the second rank? Either Yu Xuan was confident... or suicidal.
But regardless, everyone was eager to watch what ca next.
The second-ranked disciple was already fuming.
Earlier today, he had suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the red haired man — soone he had assud had weakened after his own prior loss. And now, so random newbie dared to challenge him?
He was livid. Soone needed to teach this Yu Xuan a lesson.
Wearing a black robe with a sinister expression and wielding a scythe nearly as tall as himself, he stepped onto the platform with a grim aura.
Opposite him stood Yu Xuan, calm and composed. His freshly changed robes fluttered without the presence of breeze, and with his already striking features, he imdiately attracted the attention of several nearby female disciples.
"This junior brother is such a delicate beauty..."
"His beauty is really off charts..."
"Yeah, look at that smooth skin! Even I would feel insecure."
"Don’t look at him for more than two seconds, you will spiritually taint him."
"What did you just say, you bi..?!"
"Don’t bother fighting, both of you are looking at him, oh my? look at that nosebleed!!"
When the second ranked disciple heard the comnts of the female disciples nearby, his scythe trembled slightly in his grip. Delicate beauty? Smooth skin? Tainting spiritually?
He clenched his jaw.
’I’m handso too... it’s just... it’s hidden deep inside my soul. That’s right. My beauty is spiritual, not physical!’ he thought.
Now he was more determined than ever.
This so called pretty boy was about to get a reality check.
"Next match! The new challenger, Yu Xuan, versus the second ranked disciple, Han Mao!" the referee announced, his voice ringing across the underground arena. "Begin!"
The mont the words left the referee’s mouth, Yu Xuan dashed forward.
His eyes were calm, precise, locked onto his opponent’s weapon, the ominous black scythe that glinted nace.
Han Mao narrowed his eyes, imdiately recognizing the tactic — close the distance before the weapon wielder could gain montum. He sneered.
’You think I haven’t seen this trick before?’
With a sharp breath, Han Mao spun his scythe and unleashed a crescent shaped ghastly white slash, imbued with dense Qi. The attack scread through the air, carving a deep scar into the stage as it flew toward Yu Xuan.
But Yu Xuan was already moving — he dropped into a low roll, the blade of Qi slicing just inches above his head. Without breaking montum, he lunged forward and drove his fist into Han Mao’s abdon with clean, practiced precision.
Thud!
Han Mao staggered back, his breath caught in his throat. His pupils contracted.
What kind of punch was that? The pain in his gut was sharp, ’that’s not normal,’ he thought.
Han Mao gritted his teeth. He’d underestimated his opponent.
Yu Xuan didn’t let go of his flow. The mont his feet touched the ground, he pivoted and aid a sweeping kick at Han Mao’s legs, trying to break his balance.
But Han Mao responded with impressive agility — he planted his scythe like a pole into the ground and vaulted upward, flipping over Yu Xuan.
While mid air, he twisted and swung his scythe in a wide, horizontal arc aid at Yu Xuan’s back.
The crowd gasped.
Yu Xuan felt the sudden danger behind him.
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