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

The fierce battles in the 4,600 arenas are still raging.

Geniuses from all over the world displayed their unique skills and shone brightly in the arena.

On the light screen projected from the arena, the battle records of the contestants in various arenas are being updated rapidly. Zhou Qingfeng is currently at the top of the winning streak list, having won 10 consecutive matches and firmly holding the number one spot.

The second-place winning streak only lasted eight games, but then his name disappeared from the winning streak list.

The rankings changed frequently, with names constantly shifting, indicating an exceptionally fierce battle where a winner could be defeated by someone else the very next moment.

As time went by, Zhou Qingfeng's name became increasingly prominent, attracting the attention of many people.

People from other venues curiously flocked to the first venue to watch. The 100,000-seat audience was simply not enough to accommodate them. But that didn't stop them. If there was nowhere to sit, they would stand, float, or watch the live broadcast from outside the venue.

Many people are discussing and analyzing in which match Zhou Qingfeng will lose.

"I remember the record for the Sword Tower Prodigy Championship is 99 consecutive wins."

"Yes, the Third Miss set a historical record. She almost pierced through the entire arena with her Fire-Tipped Spear. Unfortunately, the Third Miss met her Second Brother, and her winning streak was ended by Mao Erlang."

"Do you think Zhou Silang can break the Third Miss's record?"

"It's hard to say, we need to observe further."

"Hmm, let's see how things go. A peerless genius personally praised by the city lord, his strength must be at least as good as the Third Miss's back then. I guess he can at least last until the second half, otherwise he'll just be a name without substance."

"Zhou Silang is getting stronger and stronger in battle. He has become invincible and his sharp edge is fully revealed. If there is no equally matched opponent to stop his offensive, he may really continue to win in one fell swoop."

"No, no, no, you're being too naive. You must know that battles are a never-ending process. Every battle takes a toll on Zhou Silang, and his condition will gradually deteriorate. He won't always be at his peak."

"I bet they'll lose in the second half."

"What if some freakish guy suddenly appears in the first half and defeats Zhou Silang? Similar situations have occurred in previous years, and the probability of an upset is quite high."

Whether it's the players on the field or the spectators off the field, they are all paying close attention to the development of the competition. Regardless of whether the players are popular or unpopular, there will be people placing large bets.

As the tournament entered its halfway point, Zhou Qingfeng had defeated fifty opponents in a row, and the one-sided prize pool finally saw a new change, with the prize pool for betting on Zhou Qingfeng's opponents starting to climb rapidly.

However, Zhou Qingfeng was like an invincible war god, growing stronger with each battle, seemingly never tiring. He defeated his opponents one by one, and no one could force him to unleash his magical weapon.

Time is like a ghost, fleeting and silent.

The audience changed batch after batch, and the opponents changed one after another.

Zhou Qingfeng fought fiercely on the field for two days and three nights, achieving an unbeatable record of 90 consecutive victories.

They firmly hold the top spot on the winning streak leaderboard.

Zhou Qingfeng's combat ability grew wildly in battle, and his comprehension was unparalleled. This growth was not in terms of cultivation level or realm, but in terms of combat awareness and practical experience.

This kind of intangible growth cannot be obtained through external means. It can only be achieved by constantly fighting, honing one's combat awareness and skills in battle, between life and death.

Such intense battles are sustained entirely by the Devouring Thief Divine Power, which allows Zhou Qingfeng to absorb the enemy's spells and supernatural abilities to nourish his own body. This enables him to fight stronger and stronger without ever getting tired.

Zhou Qingfeng, his black hair flying wildly, stood in the center of the arena, laughing loudly, "That was exhilarating! That was exhilarating! Again! Again!"

Many people looked shocked: "My God, doesn't he get tired?"

"Terrible, absolutely terrifying! Could it be that the Sword Tower is about to produce another Third Miss?!"

"No, impossible. He must be at his last gasp and just bluffing."

"Charge! Kill Zhou Silang!"

The game has entered the most crucial stage of the second half.

Tan Ningxiang slowly walked into the arena.

The host, No. 1, shouted excitedly: "What a similar scene! Back then, the Third Miss won 99 consecutive matches, but unexpectedly lost in the final battle. Just like now, could she be the one who has come to end Zhou Qingfeng's life!?"

The second host was equally excited, frantically building up the atmosphere: "One is a legendary warrior who has won 99 consecutive matches, and the other is a seemingly frail young girl. Will a miracle happen?!"

The gamblers frantically waved their betting tickets and shouted, "Tan Ningxiang, go! Tan Ningxiang, go!"

"Tan Ningxiang, keep going! Zhou Qingfeng has competed against 99 geniuses in a row. His physical strength and mental state have reached their limit. He's like a wall that's about to collapse. If you put in a little more effort, you'll win."

"Tan Ningxiang, keep your distance from him and don't let him get close."

"Tan Ningxiang, end his winning streak, you are the Mao Erlang of yesteryear."

Inside the arena.

Tan Ningxiang walked ten steps away from Zhou Qingfeng, clasped her hands in a salute, and said, "Tianxiang City, Tan Ningxiang, greetings."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly and said calmly, "I'm a little tired now and want to go home as soon as possible to take a shower and eat. I don't want to waste any more time. Are you going to admit defeat on your own initiative, or should I beat you until you admit defeat?"

Tan Ningxiang said with a bitter face, "I only have one small request, could you please not slap me in the face?"

Zhou Qingfeng stared at her without saying a word. He wouldn't show mercy just because Tan Ningxiang was pretty. In battle, there was no distinction between men and women. As long as they were opponents on the battlefield, regardless of age or gender, they were all treated equally.

Tan Ningxiang held an umbrella-shaped ritual implement, wore a pink dress, had a graceful figure and a tall stature, and had her smooth black hair piled on top of her head. She looked more like she was walking a runway than competing.

As the referee's countdown ended, he shouted, "Start!"

Tan Ningxiang unfolded her oil-paper umbrella first, twirled in place, and gently exhaled a fragrant breath. A pinkish mist drifted out and instantly swept towards Zhou Qingfeng. She smiled and asked, "Zhou Qingfeng, do you love me?"

This is the supernatural power 'Heartbeat' that Tan Ningxiang has been practicing. Once mastered, it will emit a fragrance of love. Cultivators of the same level who smell her fragrance will fall in love with her involuntarily, become slaves to love, and be willing to do anything for her.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng felt his heart pounding. The woman before him suddenly seemed to be enveloped in a dazzling halo, and an unprecedented emotion welled up within him—a feeling that resembled kinship yet was not quite kinship, difficult to describe.

Tan Ningxiang slowly walked up and reached out to stroke Zhou Qingfeng's face: "Do you love me?"

Zhou Qingfeng stared at her, a strange look on his face: "I love you, I want to have your child."

Tan Ningxiang said affectionately, "Then admit defeat and let me win, okay?"

"No." Zhou Qingfeng reached into his chest and pulled out his heart. The heart was beating slowly. The love that had suddenly appeared vanished rapidly, and even the seven emotions and six desires were instantly stripped away from the body.

Upon seeing this, Tan Ningxiang's expression changed drastically, and she tried to back away.

However, Zhou Qingfeng struck Tan Ningxiang in the abdomen first.

Tan Ningxiang rolled her eyes in pain, her body arched like a bow, and she slowly collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng looked down at Tan Ningxiang and stepped on her face.

Tan Ningxiang raised her hands high and cried out in pain, "I surrender, don't hit my face!"

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng slowly withdrew his foot.

Tan Ningxiang got up, wiped her face, and looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a look of fear: "Madman, you're a madman!"

"Yes, thank you for your kind words." Zhou Qingfeng's eyes were vacant, his face numb, devoid of all emotion.

He grasped his still stubbornly beating heart with one hand and stuffed it back into his chest.

Then, Zhou Qingfeng's eyes and face gradually showed signs of humanity.

The act of digging out his heart was a last resort. When Zhou Qingfeng realized that he was hopelessly in love with Tan Ningxiang, and was even willing to give up power and influence, career, life, and the victory that was within his grasp for her.

He already knew he had fallen for her and couldn't control his overwhelming love.

The only way is to try to dig out your own heart.

A person without a heart has no love, nor any emotions or desires; they are nothing more than a walking corpse.

Fortunately, this tactic worked; otherwise, we would have really been caught off guard and lost our lives.

Fortunately, he didn't need a heart and could control the blood of the thief to continuously provide power to his body, which allowed him to dig out his heart to save himself from the river of love.

Zhou Qingfeng has once again witnessed the invincible power of love; it's simply too unreasonable!

Upon seeing this, the referee immediately announced: "In the first arena of the Heavenly Pride Tournament, the ultimate winner is Zhou Qingfeng. Congratulations to Zhou Qingfeng for qualifying for the next round! Congratulations to Zhou Qingfeng for achieving 100 consecutive victories, breaking the historical record!"

The scene erupted in shock and uproar, followed by a chorus of "Wow!"

Some people beat their chests in regret: "Just a little bit more! Tan Ningxiang could have ended his winning streak!"

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! I've lost 100 games in a row, damn it! Not a single person has even managed to beat Zhou Qingfeng!" Someone was furious, holding 100 betting tickets, his face turning green with rage.

Some people sighed repeatedly: "The Tan family of Tianxiang City, they study the art of love. Their combat power is very weak, but they are the most unreasonable. Because no matter who they are, men or women, young or old, they can fall in love with them hopelessly and dedicate everything to them. Who knew that Zhou Qingfeng could come up with the idea of ​​digging out his heart to sever love and temporarily escape the river of love."

The first match came to a slow close, and the audience gradually left their seats.

The contestants all left the first arena, and the other arenas also came to a close one after another.

Tan Ningxiang bowed deeply and apologized in front of the contestants' passage, her face showing a hint of remorse: "Zhou Qingfeng, I'm sorry, I didn't want to use 'Heartbeat' on you, but you are too strong, so strong that I can't defeat you, so I have no choice but to use it."

Zhou Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, coldly looking at Tan Ningxiang and said, "You better pray that I don't fall in love with you, otherwise I will suspect that you used magic to control me and make me fall in love, and I will kill you immediately."

Upon hearing this, Tan Ningxiang's face turned pale: "No, what if I hadn't used 'Heartbeat' on you, and you fell in love with me on your own, and then you killed me? Wouldn't I have died a very unjust death?"

Zhou Qingfeng passed her by, leaving her with the words, "You're overthinking it."

Tan Ningxiang watched Zhou Qingfeng's retreating figure, stood on tiptoe and called out, "Tell me what kind of woman you like, and I'll do the opposite of what she does in the future. Or tell me what kind of woman you hate, and I'll change."

Zhou Qingfeng walked away without turning his head.

Tan Ningxiang stood there, frowning and deep in thought. She had no doubt about the truthfulness of Zhou Qingfeng's words.

This guy can so readily rip out his own heart; if he's this ruthless to himself, he'll only be more ruthless to others.

For the sake of her own life, Tan Ningxiang felt it was necessary to take precautions as soon as possible. It would be best to stay far away from Zhou Qingfeng in the future and never see him again, so that she would be absolutely safe.

Jin Wei had been waiting at the exit of the arena for a long time in his carriage. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng walking down the steps extending from the arena in the air, he immediately went forward to greet him and offered him a cup of lychee black tea with a smile.

"Congratulations, young master, on achieving 100 consecutive wins, breaking the historical record of the preliminary rounds."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly, accepted the lychee black tea, stepped onto the carriage, took a sip of the tea, and felt that the cool and sweet taste had greatly reduced the fatigue from the continuous battles of the past few days: "Let's go back to the manor."

"Yes, young master." Jin Wei drove the carriage slowly towards the Zhou residence. On the way, Jin Wei reported the results of the past few days to Zhou Qingfeng: "Young master, this time, following your idea, we made a profit of fifty million magic coins."

Zhou Qingfeng drew back the curtains, admiring the unusually bustling city outside, and said casually, "Hmm, not bad. After the competition, this lending method can be done long-term. It can be considered a sure-fire way to make money."

Jin Wei replied, "Yes, young master."

Zhou Qingfeng's gaze was deep, like a still spring. He said calmly, "Send someone to find local intelligence brokers to collect information on the qualifiers from each competition. Money is not important; what's important is that the information is detailed and accurate."

Jin Wei said, "Understood. During the three-day revival competition, I will gather intelligence from several sources, cross-reference them, and ensure there are no errors. I will make sure that the young master can quickly grasp the details of the opponents."

Zhou Qingfeng hummed in agreement. Jin Wei was becoming more and more competent. He could handle many trivial matters, big and small, and do them very well. Zhou Qingfeng was quite at ease entrusting him with crucial tasks such as gathering intelligence on the enemy.

"Jin Wei, according to usual practice, where will the next competition be held?"

Jin Wei turned around and said with a smile, "As is customary, after the preliminary rounds and the revival rounds, all the contestants will enter a world, which will serve as the arena for the contestants to determine the top thirty on the Heavenly Ranking."

"The methods and rules for determining the winner are basically different from one edition to another, and are not fixed."

"For example, the 665th Heavenly Pride Tournament puts all the contestants in one world to fight each other. The score is one point for each opponent killed. Whoever kills the most opponents can climb to the top of the Heavenly Ranking."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng lifted the carriage curtain, frowned, and asked, "Using the world as the arena?"