“Wuwu… Xian Ge…”
Sun Yiyi, who had just come out, was like a wronged child, throwing herself into Chu Huaian's arms, sobbing.
A hint of doting flashed in Chu Huaian's eyes as he ruffled her hair.
Yun Xiang, standing nearby, parted her red lips slightly, looking at Chu Huaian, then at Sun Yiyi in his arms, a conflicted expression on her face.
Sun Yiyi cried, wiping her tears and snot on Chu Huaian's clothes, then, satisfied, ran to Jiang Xiaoxiao's side, revealing a carefree smile.
Chu Huaian looked at the wrinkles on his chest and shook his head helplessly.
The last battle also ended at this time.
Liu Meiqing and Luo Xi barely made a move; they simply competed in spiritual energy, and then the two women held hands and chatted inside.
This left everyone with dark lines on their faces, muttering that Liu Meiqing was throwing the match.
The end of this round of competition also announced that all sects in the North were eliminated, with no one advancing to the top twenty.
This was the darkest moment in the history of the Northern region, and this nightmare would last for a very, very long time.
“Congratulations to Jizhou South for winning, spiritual energy and luck doubled.”
Above the sky, a line of red characters appeared in everyone's eyes.
The next second, the spiritual energy in all mountains and rivers of the Southern region suddenly surged.
In the unseen, a subtle feeling appeared in everyone's hearts.
In contrast, in the Northern region, dark clouds rolled, heavy rain mercilessly ravaged the land, and spiritual energy rapidly disappeared at a visible speed.
This was the reward and punishment of the North-South Hegemony Competition; in previous years, the Northern region always won, but this year, a Hua Xia Sect appeared in the Southern region, finally breaking this curse.
Just as everyone was cheering joyously, the list for the next round of matches had already been announced.
“Hua Xia Sect Shen Qinghan vs Wanhua Valley He Rong.”
“Hua Xia Sect Wang Xiaojun vs Star Sect Zhao Shijie.”
“Hua Xia Sect Ye Wuyai vs Ziwei Sect Lin Ting.”
“Hua Xia Sect Fang Yuan vs Hua Xia Sect Li Taibai.”
“Hua Xia Sect Qin Hao vs Hua Xia Sect Li Yongxiao.”
…
“Damn it, what kind of crappy matching mechanism is this? It actually made me meet Old Bai early! This is simply unreasonable! My dream of being champion!!!”
Fang Yuan's heart was about to shatter; he would rather be matched with Lin Ting than with Li Taibai.
Among the entire Hua Xia Sect, only Xia Ling, Luo Xi, and Zhao Shijie could fully contend with Li Taibai.
“I concede.”
“I surrender!”
“I’m not fighting!”
In this round of competition, there were nine concessions; only the match between Shen Qinghan and He Rong was still ongoing.
Just as Chu Huaian expected, He Rong's true strength was peak Golden Core.
Shen Qinghan fought an incredibly difficult battle, and in the end, she had no choice but to burn her origin, successfully defeating He Rong with a slight advantage.
After the match ended, everyone remained unsettled for a long time.
Shen Qinghan, at early Golden Core, defeated a peak Golden Core, and a genius from a first-grade sect like Wanhua Valley at that; her value was beyond doubt.
From this moment on, her name resounded throughout Jizhou, and along with Li Taibai and a few others, she was recorded in the history of Jizhou cultivation.
Of the ten remaining individuals, eight were from Hua Xia Sect, with the remaining two from Star Sect and Ziwei Sect.
This was Star Sect's first time entering the top ten; while their disciples were excited, they also felt an unprecedented tension.
In contrast, Ziwei Sect appeared much calmer; they believed that Lin Ting was unbeatable.
The intense and thrilling championship battle officially began, and everyone stared intently at the match pairings displayed on the sky screen.
The next moment, the combat list appeared, and the first line of information caused everyone's pupils to shrink sharply.
“Hua Xia Sect Li Taibai vs Ziwei Sect Lin Ting.”
“Hua Xia Sect Huo Sichun vs Star Sect Zhao Shijie.”
“Hua Xia Sect Luo Xi vs Hua Xia Sect Liu Piaopiao.”
“Hua Xia Sect Xia Ling vs Hua Xia Sect Li Yongxiao.”
“Hua Xia Sect Chu Heshan vs Hua Xia Sect Shen Qinghan.”
Among the five matches, the one between Li Taibai and Lin Ting was undoubtedly the most anticipated.
Everyone in their hearts regarded this match as the final.
Even Jing Yuan and Chu Huaian's expressions became incredibly solemn.
The ten individuals were simultaneously teleported into the arena.
As soon as Huo Sichun and Zhao Shijie entered, they looked as if they weren't there to compete, but to show off their affection!
Huo Sichun, smiling, ran towards Zhao Shijie with open arms and threw herself into his embrace.
???
Those unaware had large question marks over their heads.
The most intense reaction came from the female disciples of Star Sect, who were all full of grievances.
“Bah, shameless! She actually seduced our Senior Brother Zhao!”
“Senior Brother Zhao, no! You are my dream god, let go quickly!”
“Enough, don’t hug anymore! It’s over, I’m going to faint.”
“Senior Brother Zhao, so you’re this kind of person, I’ll never like you again, wuwu…”
…
Inside the arena.
Zhao Shijie's eyes were full of doting as he said, “So many people are watching, let go quickly.”
“No, hug me a little longer,” Huo Sichun pouted, her hands tightly holding Zhao Shijie’s body.
The next second, Huo Sichun suddenly moved behind Zhao Shijie, her dagger pressed against his neck: “Don’t move, concede quickly.”
“Look down,” Zhao Shijie’s lips curved into a cold smile.
Hearing this, Huo Sichun subconsciously lowered her head, only to see a silver spear pressed against her abdomen, its tip emitting a chilling aura.
“Bah, this isn’t fun!” Huo Sichun put away her dagger, her eyes darting around. “How about we play rock-paper-scissors? Best two out of three?”
“Okay,” Zhao Shijie nodded with a smile.
After a while.
“No, no, it doesn’t count, best three out of five!”
After another while.
“Oh, come again, come again, best five out of ten!”
…
“You, Zhao Shijie, how can you be a boyfriend like that? Can’t you just let your girlfriend win?”
Huo Sichun got angry, turning around with a cold face, looking like she wanted to be coaxed.
Zhao Shijie scratched his head, carefully tugging at Huo Sichun’s clothes: “Don’t be angry, isn’t it okay if I concede?”
Hearing this, Huo Sichun suddenly turned around: “Do you think I care about this ranking that much?”
“No, no, I was wrong,” Zhao Shijie felt that Huo Sichun was truly angry, and quickly waved his hands repeatedly.
“Where were you wrong?” Huo Sichun said with a cold face.
“I was wrong to win against you,” Zhao Shijie lowered his head, looking like a scapegoat.
“Hmm, good attitude. Next time we play rock-paper-scissors, you’re not allowed to win against me, understand?”
“Understood.”
“That’s my good boy. Come here, give me a kiss.”
“Okay…”
“Mwah~”
…
“Damn it, I’m really fed up with these two! A perfectly good match, and they’re showing off their affection in there, it’s infuriating!”
Fang Yuan gnashed his teeth and cursed loudly, wishing he could rush in and give those two a thorough chill.
“I’m full,” Qin Hao said, smacking his lips.
“I also want this kind of sweet love,” Jiang Xiaoxiao said enviously from the side.
“Xiao Xiao, me, I’m willing to be in a relationship with you,” Chen Shaocong pointed at himself, his tone anxious.
“Get lost, you scumbag!” Jiang Xiaoxiao glared at him irritably.
“Quickly kick these two out, they’re really an eyesore!”
Fortunately, the two didn't linger for too long; Huo Sichun conceded first and exited the arena.
Aside from Li Taibai and Lin Ting, the other four battles were merely formalities, ending quickly.
This left everyone else feeling incredibly regretful that they couldn't witness the internal strife within Hua Xia Sect.
