Bi Ren carefully looked down at his clothes and said, "This outfit of mine is expensive."
Xue Wanren was furious: "Bi Ren, you bastard, get up here and et your doom quickly!"
The thing Bi Ren hated the most was being called a "bastard," but he couldn’t really avoid it. He said angrily, "I’ll kill you!"
The two of them clashed together with loud sounds.
In the stands.
Seated next to Bi Changhong was Xue Fuxiao.
He wore a dark expression and said, "Vice Sect Master Bi, your descendant doesn’t have a good mouth."
Bi Changhong said calmly, "How is it you folks can rant, but our family cannot?"
Xue Fuxiao was enraged, "The younger one is a bastard, didn’t expect the older one to be one too."
Bi Changhong said indifferently, "It sounds better than being the ancestor of King Shi."
Xue Fuxiao’s face was as dark as coal: "Are you looking for a fight?"
"I’m not afraid to fight you," Bi Changhong said disdainfully, "Who are you putting on this act for?"
He then looked as if he suddenly understood sothing and said, "I almost forgot. No wonder you’re so proud. After all, King Shi is unparalleled; I’m afraid apart from your family, even in tens of thousands of years, it won’t appear again. Congratulations! It’s an unprecedented honor."
Xue Fuxiao was so angry that his hair stood on end.
He turned his head with a dark face to watch the battlefield, saying nothing more.
Because whatever he said, the other party would retaliate with King Shi.
This was precisely Xue Fuxiao’s Achilles’ heel.
He couldn’t help but cast a resentful glance at Fang Che, thinking this bastard promised to beat him up last ti and hadn’t done it yet. He needed to find a chance to give him a good beating.
So frustrating.
He’d created a ss the old man couldn’t shake off.
Then, focusing on the battlefield, Xue Wanren, you must win for my sake.
If you win, I can completely obliterate Bi Changhong, that son of a bitch.
But things didn’t go as planned...
Xue Wanren lost the fight. Although anyone could see he had given it his all, he still lost.
Xue Fuxiao’s face was unsightly.
"Ahahaha..." Bi Changhong’s hearty laughter echoed above.
When Xue Wanren walked back, he was in a daze. He had lost the fight representing the Xue family.
The ancestor was still sitting above.
Seated with Bi Changhong of the Bi family.
The entire venue echoed with Bi Changhong’s carefree laughter.
Fang Che and others looked at Xue Wanren’s desolate expression, all feeling heavy-hearted. This situation couldn’t be comforted with re words.
The reputation of Xue Fuxiao’s family was heavy. Enough to crush a young newcor to Jianghu.
Just then.
A loud laugh was heard, surprisingly, from Xue Fuxiao.
He stood up with a long body and shouted, "Xue Wanren, what’s there to be afraid of losing? Who are you trying to impress by looking like you’re about to die? Your ancestor, I, lost to Duan Xiyang last year. Am I any less embarrassed than you? Do you think I didn’t have the face to see people?"
Xue Wanren trembled all over, turned his head, and saw Xue Fuxiao looking at him with sharp eyes.
He couldn’t help but fall on his knees, tears streaming down: "Ancestor!..."
"What are you crying for!"
Xue Fuxiao said, "You’ve done your best, no sha in defeat! Once you return, no one can punish you! I’ll give you three years. Three years later, I want to defeat Duan Xiyang, and you, you will defeat Bi Ren for ! Rember that!"
"I rember!"
Xue Wanren shouted to the sky in a frenzy, "I will beat them back! Even if I die, I will!"
"Good!"
Xue Fuxiao loudly declared, "Three years later, we’ll fight together, my grandson and I!"
Xue Wanren wiped his tears and stood up.
His chest heaved, brimming with war intent, he marched back with large strides.
Everyone could see the fire within him. This fire would only burst out in three years.
But his bewildernt and disappointnt had vanished. What remained was an endless gale of motivation.
Everyone could feel how desperately he’d fight in the next three years for his insignificant King level.
His ancestor openly admitted in front of the whole world that he lost to Duan Xiyang!
This made Xue Wanren feel as if volcanoes in his heart were erupting wildly.
Xue Fuxiao sat back down, noticing Bi Changhong opposite him with a peculiar look in his eyes. He couldn’t help but shout, "What are you looking at?"
Bi Changhong was silent for a mont, then said, "Old Xue, well done."
After pausing, he said sincerely, "I admire you."
Xue Fuxiao smiled faintly, "Thank you."
Not only Bi Changhong admired him, even Yan Nan, Dongfang Sansan, and Duan Xiyang turned to look.
Everyone at the sa level understood what Xue Fuxiao did today.
If they were in his place, could they do the sa?
This question, they asked themselves.
And so, they admired Xue Fuxiao even more.
Even Yan Nan sighed and said, "Lord Xue indeed lives up to his na."
Dongfang Sansan smiled, "He may not have been smart today, but he did it beautifully!"
...
Next was the seventh battle, Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Leng Yueya against Guardian ng Wuheng.
In this battle, ng Wuheng won decisively, with Leng Yueya falling into a disadvantage from the start, struggling hard but eventually losing.
After the fight, ng Wuheng laughed heartily, "I have a particular knack for fighting ugly people, and I’m confident of victory!"
Leng Yueya almost went crazy with anger.
It’s just that I’m a bit ugly, and it’s not like I wanted it.
The surrounding Guardians laughed loudly, while the Wei Wo Zheng Sect roared in anger, resounding through the venue.
The eighth battle, Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Lv Shan faced Guardian Feng Xiangdong and was defeated. The ninth battle, Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Xi Yun against Guardian Yuzhong Kuang. Yuzhong Kuang won.
...
After the nine battles, Guardians had five wins and one tie, advancing with six people. Wei Wo Zheng Sect had three wins and one tie, advancing with four people.
In terms of numbers, the Guardians held an absolute advantage.
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