Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Shuizheqian visibly panicked and screamed, "I admit it..."

Zhou Qingfeng was quick-witted and agile, splashing the water around like a mischievous child tossing a rag doll.

Just as Shui Zheqian was about to shout that she was giving up, Zhou Qingfeng smashed her so hard that she lost her voice on the spot.

The water was so strong that she was dizzy and disoriented. Her robes were torn, and large areas of her bare skin were exposed. Zhou Qingfeng straddled her, grabbed her throat, and punched her beautiful face again and again.

The simple, unadorned fists kept pounding into her face, their rapid swings creating sonic booms and shockwaves. The fists even caught fire due to friction with the air, sending up a cloud of blood mist and scorching sparks.

"Kill her, kill her, kill her!" The scene of fists hitting flesh and blood splattering made the audience scream and cheer wildly. They were looking forward to Zhou Qingfeng tearing Shui Zheqian to shreds and beating her to death.

Bloodshed, violence, and cruelty are what they want to see most, and they hope that Zhou Qingfeng can destroy beautiful things with his own hands. Only in this way can their long-suppressed despair and pain be completely vented.

A group of gamblers who had bet on a shallow water-based bet were waving their betting tickets and shouting wildly, "Stand up!"

However, Shui Zheqian couldn't get up. She had been beaten to a bloody pulp, her legs were twitching uncontrollably, and her once stunningly beautiful face had been completely discolored by the beating, becoming grotesque with crooked eyes and a distorted mouth.

Seeing this, the referee made a fair ruling: "Contestant No. 3, Shui Zheqian, has completely lost the ability to fight. This round of the match is over. Contestant No. 1, Zhou Qingfeng, has won. Please stop attacking immediately."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng stopped his fist on Shui Zheqian's face, then turned his fist into a claw, grabbing Shui Zheqian's neck as if he were lifting a rag doll that had been trampled on.

Shui Zheqian had completely lost consciousness, his body limp and turned into a puddle of mud.

"That's it?" Zhou Qingfeng looked disgusted and casually tossed it away.

Mizutsuki Shallow: "..."

She was like trash that was used and then discarded, tumbling into a corner of the arena.

Previously, Shui Zheqian had displayed unpredictable and incredibly strange strength. The two exchanged blows for several rounds without a clear winner, which indeed gave Zhou Qingfeng the illusion that they were evenly matched.

For a moment, Zhou Qingfeng felt as if he had encountered a King-level game in two consecutive matches.

Zhou Qingfeng cautiously chose to keep his remaining cards hidden, because he didn't know if Shui Zheqian had any more cards up her sleeve. Therefore, he regarded her as a formidable opponent and only then asked Shui Zheqian to use her cards so that they could fight it out.

However, to Shui Zheqian, it sounded incredibly harsh. So all the methods she had used with all her might were just petty tricks in his eyes? She broke down on the spot and began to curse and slander Zhou Qingfeng and the Zhou family.

This truly enraged Zhou Qingfeng, who was determined to personally teach this woman why flowers are so red.

So, he immediately launched a Dragon Rush attack, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

In their subsequent encounter, Shui Zheqian revealed her true colors—strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and at her wit's end.

Her strength is entirely based on the bloodline of the Ancient Rain Clan; without the rain, she is utterly vulnerable.

After the beating, Zhou Qingfeng's anger gradually subsided. It wasn't because he crippled Shui Zheqian that calmed his anger, but because he realized that this woman was too weak to be his opponent.

When the shallow water lost the dazzling halo of 'opponent'.

What she said was no longer important to Zhou Qingfeng.

If she were left in the wild, this woman would be killed without even needing to be buried.

However, this is within the city, and it's a competition. To intentionally kill one's opponent after winning would break the rules and give others cause for criticism, which would be a foolish act, and one would surely pay a heavy price for it.

Besides, Zhou Qingfeng is a person who follows the rules.

Both explicit and implicit rules.

Zhou Qingfeng will not break the rules until he has sufficient power to establish them.

Therefore, he will not continue to strike after the referee has announced the outcome.

Zhou Qingfeng smiled, raised one hand, slowly spun around in place pointing to the audience, his expression arrogant, and shouted loudly: "Cheer, people of Sword Tower, your young master has won, and will continue to win."

With just one sentence, he had already drawn all the Sword Tower citizens present into his camp.

Share the glory of victory with him.

The people of Sword Tower erupted in cheers, filled with pride, raising their fists and shouting wildly, "Young Master is mighty!"

Countless flowers were thrown onto the arena from all directions. At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng was like a king descending to earth, welcoming the flowers and support of the people. At this moment, everyone in Jianta was captivated by the charm emanating from Zhou Qingfeng.

The men were filled with fervor, raising their arms and shouting, "Young Master is mighty! We support you!"

"Young Master, I love you!" The women screamed and boldly expressed their love. They regarded Zhou Qingfeng as a god, a truly perfect god. They wanted to have a love with Zhou Qingfeng that no one else was worthy of.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng burst into laughter, raised his arms high, and his black hair danced wildly in the wind: "Today, everyone present will become a witness to history, to witness how I defeat one hundred geniuses in succession and achieve final victory!"

Upon hearing this, the host's expression changed, and he exclaimed repeatedly, "Holy crap, Zhou Qingfeng actually made such a boast that he would defeat a hundred geniuses in a row. Who gave him such confidence? He's too arrogant!"

Host #2 slammed his fist on the table excitedly: "Damn, that's inspiring! This is the new generation of peerless genius of our Sword Tower! If he didn't have the domineering spirit and strength to stand out from the crowd, how could he become the young master of our Sword Tower?!"

The contestants in the audience all changed their expressions. They felt unprecedented pressure, even though they were standing on the high seats looking down at Zhou Qingfeng.

However, as Zhou Qingfeng defeated two powerful and talented contestants in succession, his invincible aura grew stronger and stronger. In their eyes, Zhou Qingfeng's figure seemed to grow ten thousand times larger, transforming into an invincible demon god ten thousand feet tall.

"Overwhelmingly powerful, impressive..."

"That aura was so oppressive that I felt suffocated even from hundreds of feet away."

"Is this the peerless genius of the Sword Tower...?"

"They are both cultivators at the Food Disaster Realm, but the difference in skill is far too great. How can I possibly win?"

"This guy is terrifying. With my strength, I probably wouldn't last three moves."

"So it turns out that his swapping of the number 1 player card with someone else wasn't a heroic act to save the damsel in distress, but rather that he had planned from the beginning to defeat all of us single-handedly."

“Zhou Qingfeng, he... he actually used us as whetstones…”

"What confidence, what domineering spirit!"

Most of the contestants present were demoralized. They were already mentally inferior even before they took the stage. Even if they did face Zhou Qingfeng, they would underperform and would have no chance of defeating him.

After the brief period of euphoria, the audience moved on to placing bets on the next game.

Most ordinary people are foolish and blindly follow others. Once they win the first time and taste the sweetness, they will think that there will be a second time, so they double down and increase their bets on Zhou Qingfeng to win.

The gamblers who lost did not feel regret, because they were gambling on an opportunity. If they won, they could turn the tide and defy fate; if they lost, they could afford to lose small amounts of money.

Even some clever people thought Zhou Qingfeng was bluffing, after all, Zhou Qingfeng had already fought two battles, especially in the battle with Shui Zheqian, they clearly saw that Zhou Qingfeng was injured.

Many professional gamblers judged that Zhou Qingfeng might not be able to win the third battle.

There are still quite a few people betting on number 4 to win, mostly betting one or two thousand yuan, while some bolder people bet ten or twenty thousand yuan. Moreover, as the first arena continues to open, new spectators are entering the arena to place bets.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the new round of betting ended.

Contestant number 1, Zhou Qingfeng, has reached a prize pool of 1.1 billion yuan.

Contestant number 4's prize pool is a paltry 1000 million coins.

The referee stood on the referee's stand, glancing left and right at the two contestants in the arena: "Both contestants, take your positions. The match is ready to begin. 10, 9..."

Contestant number 4 looked solemn as he gazed at Zhou Qingfeng across from him, a shadow falling over his heart.

The opponents who fought Zhou Qingfeng were all in a terrible state. The first one was riddled with swords, his body covered in transparent holes, looking like a blood gourd. The second one was even worse; a stunningly beautiful woman was beaten beyond recognition, her mouth and eyes crooked.

Zhou Qingfeng remained calm. After the countdown ended, he extended one hand and gestured, "Come on, show me."

Contestant number 4 looked at Zhou Qingfeng, then cautiously circled around him, not daring to get close for a long time.

The host, number 1, is explaining: "Contestant number 4, Qin Wanli, comes from the Qin family of Benlei City. He is the third son of the city lord of Benlei City. The Qin family is known for its expertise in thunder magic, so Qin Wanli must have received the true teachings of thunder magic."

"In the past 18 years, Qin Wanli has never had any outstanding achievements, and there is very little information about him."

"I think the fact that there is so little information about Qin Wanli must be because the Lord of Benlei City is deliberately concealing it and secretly cultivating Qin Wanli, wanting him to make a name for himself in front of the world today and shake the world."

Host #2 said, "Such a genius is awe-inspiring. After suppressing himself for 18 years, what an invincible power he will unleash! Today we are fortunate to witness the supreme power of the Qin family's thunder magic."

The audience's hearts were in their throats as the host explained.

A cup of tea passed.

Qin Wanli continued to circle around Zhou Qingfeng, seemingly looking for an opportunity to make a move.

Zhou Qingfeng maintained a posture facing Qin Wanli at all times, his brows slightly furrowed.

The Qin family's thunder technique is known for its speed, explosiveness, and damage. Qin Wanli's reluctance to attack is probably because he hasn't found a weakness yet, but once he does, he will likely strike with overwhelming force and defeat him in one move.

Since that's the case, why not create an opening for him, lure him into making a move, and then counterattack him?

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Qingfeng had already rushed towards Qin Wanli like lightning.

Upon seeing this, Qin Wanli suddenly knelt down, raised his hands high, and shouted, "Brother, I give up! Don't hit me! I'm only 18! I'm still a child!"

Zhou Qingfeng: "..."

Audiences:"……"

Host and referee: "..."

The entire room fell silent, everyone staring in disbelief at Qin Wanli kneeling and begging for mercy.

Zhou Qingfeng belatedly realized that he had just been outsmarting thin air.

He genuinely hadn't expected to encounter such an oddball at the Heavenly Pride Competition. He slapped Qin Wanli on the head and said, "If you were going to admit defeat, why didn't you do it sooner? What are you doing, putting on airs with me? Are you trying to fool me by going around in circles like this?"

Qin Wanli had a long face. He wanted to admit defeat as soon as he stepped onto the stage. He knew his own strength better than anyone. He had never suffered any hardship since he was born into a wealthy family. Everything he learned was pretty much the same.

Fighting? He's never been in a fight in his life. The only time he fought was when he was wearing open-crotch pants and got chased all over the yard by the goose. He's never fought anyone since he grew up, so he's completely incapable of fighting.

Qin Wanli came to this competition to broaden his horizons with his older sister. He didn't want to participate in the first place, but his older sister coerced him into going out and fighting to hone his combat experience.

Qin Wanli refused, but his older sister grabbed him and gave him a brutal beating.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and sign up for the competition.

When he came on stage, the host praised him to the skies.

He couldn't bring himself to admit defeat outright.

Thinking he could stall for time, he then mysteriously left behind the words: "I have fought with Brother Zhou in the realm of thought for tens of thousands of rounds, and I have finally been defeated. I am completely convinced and willing to admit defeat."

Then they made a graceful exit.

But the plot just didn't go according to his plan.

Zhou Qingfeng rushed over.

Qin Wanli was so frightened that his courage vanished on the spot, and his knees buckled as he knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Brother, I give up. Can I leave now?"

Zhou Qingfeng looked helpless and pointed to the exit of the fighting arena: "Go, get out of here quickly."

Qin Wanli stood up and transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing out at an incredibly fast speed.

Zhou Qingfeng frowned slightly as he looked at the arc of lightning left behind by Qin Wanli.

He could sense the immense destructive and explosive power contained within the remaining arc of lightning, and thought to himself that this guy was indeed powerful, but unfortunately his temperament was so weak that even with such extraordinary power, he would be utterly useless.

"Damn it, what kind of trash is this? Is this all the son of the Thunder City Lord is worth?" The gamblers who lost the bet cursed loudly. They could afford to lose, but they couldn't afford to lose like this. Losing like this was too damn ridiculous, like a clown.

"Hahaha, this kid is hilarious." Most of the winners burst into laughter, which greatly relieved the tension and excitement brought on by the previous two battles. Most of them relaxed and laughed heartily.

The two hosts, who had just been praising Qin Wanli so highly, were extremely embarrassed. Host No. 1 said, "Ahem... a misjudgment, but that happens often. I never expected Qin Wanli to be so incompetent."

Host #2 said, "Haha, that's normal, that's understandable."

The betting began, and the fifth player faced off against Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng won the match, and the sixth player took the stage. Zhou Qingfeng continued his winning streak, securing his fifth consecutive victory.

Meanwhile, in the audience, a disguised Plum Blossom spy was using a telescope to broadcast the scene live to the First Lady of the City Lord's Mansion.

At this moment, the First Lady was enjoying the cool breeze at the Lotus Pond on Lotus Peak in the inner courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion. She was still wearing a white and gold nightgown, holding a telescope to watch the game, and casually sitting and leaning against the Dragon Prison Well, chatting with her daughter.

Around the lotus pond, a group of stunningly beautiful women sat, stood, or lay down. This group of women was the Fifteen Sword Attendants, led by Sword Dance. They gathered in small groups, holding telescopes and watching the matches in other arenas.

One minute they're calling the two contestants "chickens fighting," the next they're praising how handsome the contestant is and how well-developed his chest muscles are. This group of female cultivators, who have lived for countless years, are getting together, and their topics are rather risqué.

However, their presence added a touch of liveliness and noise to the place.

The First Lady rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she watched the competition. Her delicate, white feet dangled in the lotus pond, splashing water unconsciously. She didn't seem to care that her dress was floating in the water. "Hongye, Silang is very impressive."

"He defeated five opponents of the same skill level in a row."

"Judging from his intentions, he wants to defeat one hundred opponents in a row to win the final victory in the first arena."

Do you think he can do it?

First Red Leaf's voice came from the Dragon Prison Well: "I don't know, I don't know much about him. I took the initiative to say a few words to him last time, but this kid avoids me like the plague. I'm still so angry when I think about it now."

"But if I have the chance, I would still like to meet him."

"What kind of person could you possibly take a liking to and adopt as your godson?"

The First Lady smiled and said, "Then admit your mistake, and I'll let you out."

"Pshaw, I don't care. I just love staying at the bottom of the well; it's cool there."

Upon hearing this, the First Lady rubbed her temples in distress: "..."