After a day of rest, Li Xuanxiao had once again returned to his peak condition.
The Eight Halls Rotation Battle resumed, and this time, people arrived even earlier to secure viewing spots around the Martial Arts Field.
The area of this Martial Arts Field was similar to a stadium from his previous life, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators around the perimeter.
As the main figures from the various Halls of the Demon Slaying Division, the Royal Family's descendants, and others took their places,
The atmosphere around the Martial Arts Field grew lively once more.
Li Xuanxiao had already won four consecutive matches. If he won this one today, he would achieve five consecutive victories, thus accomplishing the complete victory achievement in the Eight Halls Rotation Battle!
People eagerly anticipated this moment, yet they also hoped to see Li Xuanxiao fight a few more matches.
With all the important figures seated, the presiding Martial Artist immediately welcomed Li Xuanxiao onto the stage.
Without any unnecessary words, they immediately began the drawing of lots to confirm the next opposing Hall.
Li Xuanxiao stood silently on the Martial Arts Field. The crowds around him cheered enthusiastically, shouting his name, but his own heart was exceptionally calm.
Seven rounds, five wins required. Currently, he had four victories, against the Mission Hall, the Flying Eagle Hall, the Logistics Hall, and the Patrol Hall.
Three Halls remained: the Training Hall, the Purification Hall, and the Law Enforcement Hall.
Among them, the Law Enforcement Hall was a neutral Hall, and the Martial Artist they dispatched was at the second layer of the Mystic Realm.
The other two Halls were hostile factions, and their Martial Artists were both at the fifth layer of the Mystic Realm!
If he was lucky and drew the Law Enforcement Hall, then this Eight Halls Rotation Battle would immediately conclude with cheers.
The Martial Artists from the other two Halls, no matter how strong, would no longer affect him.
But if he was unlucky, he might still have to fight another round!
A one-third probability...
Soon, the result of the draw was announced. Li Xuanxiao focused his gaze and immediately showed a wry smile.
"Fifth Match!"
"Demon Slaying Division's Li Xuanxiao versus Yin Jinghui of the Purification Hall!"
As the words fell, Si Bingwen immediately stood up and looked toward the Purification Hall.
"Yin Jinghui? How could it be him! The name on the list was clearly someone else!"
After a moment of thought, he roughly guessed what had happened.
Under-the-table manipulation!
Si Bingwen immediately lodged a protest: "The Purification Hall's temporary replacement of the participating Martial Artist is a foul act! I request the esteemed Hall Masters and the esteemed Commander of the Demon Slaying Division to investigate clearly!"
Si Bingwen's sudden outburst immediately drew the attention of quite a few people.
"Foul? Where is the foul?"
"Could it be that the Martial Artist originally sent by the Purification Hall was not this Yin Jinghui?"
"I don't know, but since the Hall Master of the Demon Slaying Hall is protesting personally, there must be something unreasonable about it."
Compared to these onlookers, the various Halls of the Demon Slaying Division naturally knew more.
"Hmph, what is the Purification Hall doing? Can't afford to lose? Sending Yin Jinghui to bully people?"
"Bully people? Yin Jinghui is also a fifth-layer Mystic Realm Martial Artist; he hasn't violated any rules!"
"Stop talking nonsense here! Changing the person last minute, what else would you call this if not breaking the rules?"
"Our originally scheduled Martial Artist just happened to fall ill, what are we supposed to do?"
The Hall Master of the Purification Hall maintained a calm expression, though he felt quite smug internally.
If I make even a slight move, it's already the limit for your current level.
On the high platform, the Royal Family descendants all revealed excited expressions.
Because this Yin Jinghui was not only a Martial Artist of the Demon Slaying Division but also a Disciple of the Royal Court Martial Academy.
In other words, Yin Jinghui, like them, was a descendant of the Royal Family!
For the Royal Family descendants, who had mostly been watching from the sidelines with little sense of participation, this instantly made them feel fully involved.
"Yin Jinghui is here, now this is getting interesting!"
"Haha, I really want to see who will prove superior between the little regional Martial Artist from Pei Prefecture and our Royal Genius Martial Artist!"
"This round is worth watching. I bet on Yin Jinghui to win!"
Si Bingwen's protest went unanswered. He sat down angrily, flicking his sleeve. The Purification Hall had clearly intended to cause trouble, but the Commander seemed to tacitly approve of the matter.
Si Miaoyin's delicate Face also showed a hint of worry: "Father, who exactly is this Yin Jinghui? Is he very strong?"
"Very strong!"
Si Bingwen said gravely: "A Genius Martial Artist of the Royal Family, he displayed exceptional Martial Dao talent from a young age!"
"At the age of eight, he began cultivating the Martial Dao under the tutelage of a court Martial Artist from the Royal Court Martial Academy."
"At seventeen, he reached the fifth layer of the Xuan Realm; at twenty, he stepped into the Mystic Realm. Now, at twenty-five, he is already at the fifth layer of the Mystic Realm!"
"The Martial Artists Li Xuanxiao encountered before, although all were in the Mystic Realm, none were younger than thirty-five."
"Just based on this point, you can tell how strong Yin Jinghui's talent is!"
"And..."
"Yin Jinghui was also the complete victory Martial Artist in a previous session of the Eight Halls Rotation Battle!"
Si Miaoyin's beautiful eyes widened. A complete victory Martial Artist!? That meant Yin Jinghui had once achieved a five-win streak in the Eight Halls Rotation Battle!
Li Xuanxiao is in trouble now...
As a Mystic Realm Martial Artist, Li Xuanxiao's senses were astonishing, and he naturally grasped the general situation from the fragmented conversations.
In short, this Yin Jinghui was formidable! Super awesome, incredibly cool! A powerful rival!
Li Xuanxiao, however, was unconcerned. He wasn't obligated to win every match.
If he carefully considered the rules, he would realize he had already won four matches; he only needed to win one more.
Of the remaining three Halls, two had fifth-layer Mystic Realm Martial Artists, and one had a second-layer Mystic Realm Martial Artist.
He only needed to defeat one of them next. After all, it was five wins out of seven rounds, not requiring a complete sweep.
Once he understood this, Li Xuanxiao felt no pressure whatsoever.
The wise focus on substance; the foolish chase empty fame.
As long as the ultimate goal is achieved, what does it matter what else happens? Why worry so much?
The presiding Martial Artist was unaware that in just a brief moment, Li Xuanxiao had grasped the key point.
He raised his palm again and slowly waved it down.
Yin Jinghui's True Qi surged like a rainbow, fiercely churning and stirring up gusts of fierce wind.
A smile appeared on his Face, and his Battle Intent soared.
He was about to unleash his Martial Arts for a great fight!
However...
Li Xuanxiao spoke calmly: "I concede."
That single sentence instantly silenced everyone both inside and outside the arena.
Yin Jinghui, with his long saber only halfway raised, froze in place, somewhat at a loss.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do next?
He conceded—should I fight or not?
After the shock, a sense of frustration followed, like the uncomfortable feeling of a long-prepared heavy punch landing on cotton.
What kind of bizarre development was this?
What the hell was this Li Xuanxiao playing at?
Shouldn't he be screaming and charging at me for a fight?
Don't Martial Artists from small places crave proving themselves and cling to their Face?
I finally got on stage, prepared to use you as a stepping stone to show off in front of so many people.
And you just say 'I concede' right away and throw in the towel?
This is unbearable!
Please, fight me! I feel so uncomfortable right now, like ants crawling all over me!
Yin Jinghui gritted his teeth. Li Xuanxiao's words, which only caused silence for others, were like a Silence applied by a Guinsoo's Guinsoo's Rageblade, both silencing and breaking his defense!
Si Bingwen was also confused, but after a brief thought, he immediately understood.
Indeed, whether it was a complete victory or not didn't matter that much.
He himself had momentarily fallen into a fixed mindset and forgotten this point.
He couldn't help but show a slight smile. This kid was truly sly and cunning!
But, I like it!
Well! Now it was the Purification Hall Master's turn to feel stifled.
He had gone through various connections to ensure even the Commander of the Demon Slaying Division tacitly approved of his maneuver.
But now, Li Xuanxiao's single sentence had caused his brilliant move to land completely off the chessboard...
The Hall Master of the Purification Hall suddenly stood up: "Li Xuanxiao, you are fouling!"
Li Xuanxiao:????