The seventh opponent, a wiry-bearded man who wielded dual blades, had just been boasting about his "Eighteen River-Breaking Slashes" from below the stage. Now, his face was ashen, and beads of sweat rolled down a scar. "Daoist... Daoist Master Xu, please be merciful... I surrender!"
Boos erupted from the crowd below.
The old veterans of the Seventy-Two Districts whispered among themselves, "Shameless. The sheer pressure of the Great Success of the Bone Marrow Cleansing Realm, combined with so many Divine Weapons... This isn't a martial arts competition. It's a tiger taking a stroll through a sheep pen!"
To be frank, it was just stomping on noobs.
Smurfing in the Newbie Village.
"Sir, do you wish to continue?"
To advance in the Seventy-Two Districts tournament, one had to fight ten matches and win seven. Xu Yunfan had already fought seven, leaving three more to go.
"Continue."
Xu Yunfan replied coolly.
"Next match!"
The Steward's voice was already laced with numbness.
