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Chapter 85 Who Falls in Love and Who Gets On Top

There was a deathly silence under the awning.

It's not that nobody wants to speak, it's that they're stuck in their throats.

With these four lives falling before us, even blinking becomes superfluous.

A moment later, the outer black sleeves and the inner gray sleeves remembered to catch their breath, their chests rising and falling together, but their voices were very low.

Someone's throat was dry, and their voice trembled violently: "Four—all four are gone?"

Another person instinctively started counting on the stage, but stopped halfway through, exclaiming, "How long has it been? And this is still a quasi-martial artist?"

Someone in the gray sleeves swallowed hard and muttered, "Nonsense. If he were a martial artist, why would he need to fight in a tournament? But he's too ruthless and vicious—five-on-one, and he took four lives with a flick of his wrist."

"What a pity." Another gray-sleeved man shook his head. "If we could still make it six against one, we might have a real chance to suppress Xu Chongshan. Now it's just him and Sun Ningxiang left—the odds are too low. Judging from his eyes, he'll probably take care of Sun Ningxiang too."

The faces of those hall masters who had been wearing sneers changed.

The smile didn't fade, but it froze inch by inch, so frozen that even the eyes dared not wander.

Feng Tailai's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, and his lips moved, but in the end he didn't dare to curse anymore.

He suddenly realized that his earlier "trash" had not been directed at anyone else, but at his own face.

The blows were loud and painful, and you couldn't even talk back.

This isn't because his subordinates are useless; it's because Ye Xiao is too strong.

Graphite slowly lowered the teacup, the bottom of the cup touching the wooden table with a very soft sound.

His smile faded slightly, but his eyes brightened for a moment: "Huang Dongheng, you've been hiding your true colors well. If it weren't for Xu Chongshan, this empty hall would have fallen into his hands today."

Master Huang didn't respond.

He placed the teacup very steadily, so steadily that not even the ripples on the rim of the cup stirred; but the fingers holding the cup inside his sleeve tightened little by little, the knuckles turning slightly white.

He repeated the same casual remark, as if it were just a casual comment: "My men are naturally not weak."

But inside, I was already exploding with rage.

When did this kid become so strong? Is what I found a treasure or a curse?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he suppressed it immediately. His face remained expressionless as he raised his eyes, which were as calm as water, and looked directly at the figure on the stage.

The four guardians standing before the hall master reacted in different ways.

The shirtless protector narrowed his eyes, raindrops brushing against his chin, and uttered only two words: "Ruthless enough."

The protector who was manipulating the wooden beads stopped, his fingertips pressed against the beads, his gaze fixed on Ye Xiao, and he added in a low voice, "His skills and foundation are both sufficient; he's a talent."

Beneath the brim of the cloaked protector's hat, his eyes were fixed intently, as if trying to see right through you: "It's not luck."

The scholar-like protector remained silent, only gently placing his fingertips back on the copper bell.

On stage, the rain intensified, and the blood grew colder.

Xu Chongshan remained standing on the other side of the rain curtain, without moving an inch.

He pressed down heavily on his surroundings, and even the raindrops splashing at his feet seemed cautious.

Nobody dares to rely on them.

Sun Ningxiang stood not far from Ye Xiao, her beautiful eyes fixed on him.

From the start of the competition, she has been constantly improving—light footwork, stable stance, and frequent punches and kicks.

But each time, leave a half-inch, blocking the road without completely blocking it, and encircling without crushing it.

She could have kept it in place before, but things are different now.

With her fourth life hanging in the balance, she could no longer suppress her fear.

Three bodies lay on the stage, and a fourth rolled into the water pit below. The water was still splashing, and the water droplets fell back onto the edge of the stage.

Some people in the audience were getting chills, muttering under their breath, "Why isn't she running away yet?"

A bystander swallowed hard: "Are you scared out of your wits? No one admits defeat on stage. With the guardians watching, who dares to jump? They'll either be knocked off the stage or beaten to death."

Ye Xiao didn't even glance at the corpse below the stage, but turned to look at Sun Ningxiang.

He wiped the raindrops from his knuckles; the blood between his fingers was washed away by the rain, leaving only a faint red line. The movement was slow, yet it tightened the hearts of those in the audience.

Then he walked toward her.

Not urgent.

With each step, the wooden platform trembled slightly, and water droplets splattered off the iron bars along its edge.

Sun Ningxiang did not resign.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I know there's no way to retreat.

She raised her hand as if to meet an enemy, but halfway up, she abruptly pulled it back half an inch.

Ye Xiao walked two steps in front of her and raised his hand.

Press down with the heel of your palm and slightly lower your elbow.

He didn't utter a single unnecessary word, and unleashed the Mountain-Crushing Fist, making even the sound of rain seem thinner.

Sun Ningxiang's knuckles finally turned white.

The composure she had managed to maintain in her eyes was shattered by this punch.

The fist moved, but before it even landed, the wind had already chilled him to the bone.

Her throat bobbed, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the rain, barely audible to Ye Xiao: "Zhencheng Division."

Afraid he wouldn't believe her, she quickly continued, "I was arranged by Vice Envoy Lu. Don't kill me—I won't steal the flag, I just want to live."

Ye Xiao's fist stopped half an inch away.

That half inch hung on her life.

The next instant, the fist did not fall.

Fist turns into palm.

He flipped his palm and patted her shoulder and chest.

It's not heavy, yet it's sluggish.

Sun Ningxiang groaned, her chest slumped, and she stumbled back two steps. The rain slipped on the edge of the platform, and she couldn't keep her balance at all.

"Bang!"

Sun Ningxiang's back slammed into the iron bar on the edge of the stage. The bar hummed, and she tumbled down, crashing into the water below, splashing water half a meter high.

Blood-red foam welled up from her lips, only to be washed away by the rain.

Her fingers were still struggling, trying to prop herself up, but she couldn't—the blow to her chest was quite severe, the force penetrating to her bones, and she had almost stopped breathing.

She looked up at the figure on the stage, her eyes blazing with anger, and cursed inwardly.

They're all on the same side, yet they still act so ruthlessly.

They have absolutely no sense of tenderness or compassion towards women.

After scolding her, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He could only swallow back the taste of blood along with his emotions.

Just being alive is enough.

The punch on the stage stopped half an inch away, making her both happy and afraid: she had really been close to death just now.

Step down from the stage.

defeat.

But he is the only one who hasn't died yet.

Rain dripped down Ye Xiao's knuckles and landed on the wooden platform with a very soft sound.

But when that drop fell, everyone in the audience held their breath.

Only two people remained standing on the stage.

"Taking her off the stage is a loss; the fact that she didn't die means she's incredibly lucky."

"He's tough? It's because he didn't want to be killed."

"I thought he was a killing machine, but he held back when he saw a pretty woman. What a disappointment."

The gray-sleeved and black-sleeved people in the audience were discussing it.

At the same time, many people's eyes involuntarily turned towards the side covered by the rain.

Xu Chongshan.

He remained standing there, rain falling on his shoulders and trickling down his clothes like it was falling on a stone.

The eyes beneath the brim of the cloaked guardian's hat finally settled completely, and the voice was not loud: "Those who fall from the platform are defeated."

"The loser shall not be allowed to go up again."

Hearing this, Sun Ningxiang felt a little relieved.

Go on stage?

Whoever falls in love can have him!

Ye Xiao on the stage ignored Sun Ningxiang and the noise from below, and didn't even look at the four corpses.

He simply closed his fingers, then looked up at Xu Chongshan.

The distance between the two was neither too long nor too short.

This distance was a path that the five people had deliberately set for Ye Xiao, intending to send him to take the blows.

The road is still there.

Four people who wanted him to take the blows for them were already dead.