NOVPUBA young man emerged, dressed in a blue robe, wielding a long spear.
"I am Liuzhou..."
"Enough, I don’t need to remember the names of the dead," Xu Zimei cut off the young man’s words before he could finish.
"Arrogant," the youth snorted coldly, holding his long spear as he unleashed a sky-piercing spear intent towards Xu Zimei.
With a clang," the sound of a drawing blade reached everyone’s ears before the spectators could react.
The young man’s long spear was already broken in half, and even his body was split into two.
"With one move," Xu Zimei sheathed his sword and stood, speaking indifferently.
"This blade," the noble son who lent the blade narrowed his eyes, stroking his chin and pondering something.
With Xu Zimei’s victory, the audience’s excitement grew even more fervent. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝘣.𝘤𝘰𝑚
Meanwhile, the opponents in the waiting area continued to take the stage one after another.
But the subsequent opponents were all finished by Xu Zimei with a single strike of his blade.
He didn’t even use any powerful Vein Skills, just one Draw Blade Technique, executed with extreme swiftness, an undetectable Draw Blade Technique that ended those opponents.
Ten people, twenty people... More and more fell at his hand.
Such a scene also attracted the attention of the organizing Ragefire Clan.
In the betting shop, there were even odds offered for Xu Zimei achieving a hundred victories, but the majority of bettors were skeptical.
That’s because people knew that when someone achieved a certain number of consecutive victories, the Ragefire Clan would intervene behind the scenes; they wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.
......
The person in charge of the Ragefire Clan’s martial arts competition arena was Nu Shiwu, the brother of the Family Head of the Ragefire Clan.
Listening to the servant’s report at this moment, Nu Shiwu frowned slightly and said, "What do you mean, there’s no one left to fight in the entire hundred matches?"
"Not that there isn’t anyone, Jian Ming has yet to take the stage, but the key is that we can’t control Jian Ming," the servant responded with difficulty.
"Fool," Nu Shiwu said coldly, "Jian Ming isn’t lacking Fusion Stones at all; he’s here at the competition arena purely to refine his Vein Skills and accumulate combat experience.
Go tell him that there’s a youth of his age at the competition arena, and if he’s still keen on swords, he will definitely want to fight."
"I’ll take care of it right away," the servant quickly nodded in response.
At the competition arena, Xu Zimei had won twenty-nine matches.
In the waiting area for the hundred matches, there were practically no contestants left; more accurately, nobody dared to step up anymore.
So far, no one had been able to withstand a single sword strike from him; those who stepped up faced only one outcome, death.
The absence of contestants for the hundred matches caused a brief period of inactivity in the competition.
The surrounding crowd was abuzz with discussion.
"With no one coming up, how can the fight continue?"
"Just wait, if no one comes up for the hundred matches, there are still the thousand and ten thousand match contenders to consider.
It’s just that the betting odds haven’t reached their peak; they’re waiting for the right time."
"Do you think this guy might actually aim to win a hundred in a row? Since our competition arena was established, no one has ever truly won a hundred consecutive matches."
"That’s probably impossible; do you know how difficult it is to win a hundred in a row?
There’s no rest time in these hundred matches; will he have enough Spiritual Energy? Can his body withstand the fatigue and injury?
And this is just the beginning; the opponents will only get stronger later on, it’s unrealistic."
Just as everyone was in the midst of their endless speculation, the gates to the waiting area were once again thrown open.
A dashing young man stepped forward.
"It’s Young Master Jian Ming," someone exclaimed on the stage.
The loudest voices belonged to several women.
The youth was dressed in a long robe with tied sleeves and floating ribbons, consisting of four layers, with white and light blue as the inner garments.
At the collar were patterns of rolling clouds interwoven in white and blue, while the shoulders were adorned with white ribbons and blue gems, and the outermost layer of the robe featured subtle undulating patterns with dark shading.
The young man had clear eyes and black hair tied up behind his head with a black hair tie, his forehead bound by a white headband.
With a high nose bridge, fair skin, and eyes as bright as the stars, anyone who saw him would sigh and say, "What a fine face."
At the youth’s waist hung a blue and white longsword, engraved with two small characters that read "Jian Zi," surrounded by other patterns that were hard to decipher.
The young man’s demeanor was ethereal as if he were a handsome man who had walked out of an ancient breeze.
"Jian Ming," the youth calmly said as he looked at Xu Zimei.
"It seems Young Master Jian Ming has finally made a move," said the women watching, with some admiration in their tone.
Most men, although dismissive of his looks, could not refute his strength.
"Since Young Master Jian Ming arrived in Ragefire City three years ago, he has already topped the hundred bouts for three years now, hasn’t he?"
"It should be, among those in the hundred bouts, he has fifty-four consecutive wins, which should be the most."
The crowd discussed among themselves, unconcerned with those in the ten thousand bouts, because that was primarily a realm of old monsters who, due to longer cultivation times, were unmatched by the younger generation.
As for the thousand bouts, they were comprised of some well-known older predecessors.
But for the hundred bouts, besides some with lower cultivation, it was mostly younger generations competing against each other.
According to the rules of the combat trial, participants in the hundred bouts had three chances each month to challenge upward.
If they won, they could participate in the thousand bouts trial, and similarly, moving from thousand to ten thousand bouts was the same.
To ensure fairness and discipline, those in the ten thousand bouts also had three opportunities each month to enter trials at the hundred and thousand bouts.
However, under normal circumstances, those in the ten thousand bouts rarely ventured to other trials, partly because the rewards of Fusion Stones were fewer, and on the other hand, when they did go to another bout, no one dared to fight them.
Only in cases like that of Xu Zimei, nearly unbeatable in his own tier and with betting odds at a certain point, would they make a move.
...
Jian Ming was enveloped by Sword Intent, as he calmly gazed at Xu Zimei.
At the moment the Draw Blade Technique sounded, Jian Ming gently closed his eyes and promptly drew the longsword from his waist.
Wrapped in Sword Intent, he directly extinguished Xu Zimei’s Blade Qi.
Though the Blade Qi vanished, the force contained within still forced Jian Ming to retreat more than three steps.
Jian Ming’s pupils contracted, and as he drew his longsword, the blade flickered with the strokes of wind and thunder, while Wu Geng’s Sword Intent swirled around, shooting straight up into the sky.
"You are strong," Jian Ming said to Xu Zimei.
"What, are you going to concede?" Xu Zimei laughed.
"Fighting only has meaning for the strong," Jian Ming’s gaze intensified as he slightly withdrew his right hand backward.
With his right hand holding the sword, inclined at a slight angle, countless streams of Sword Intent took form behind him, each coalescing into a longsword.
"Ten Thousand Swords Unite," Jian Ming uttered softly, thrusting the longsword in his hand forward.
A "boom" thundered as countless streams of Sword Intent behind him lunged forth, piercing through the void and shattering the space into pieces.
Xu Zimei lifted his head, gently pointing with the longsword in hand.
