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Due to the torchlight being not very clear, almost no one below the stage noticed that while Yan Xiaohu was dodging and rolling, he would get close to the muscular man five or six times and punch him in the right side of his knee.

Even though Yan Xiaohu's physique was thin and weak, his hand was still wearing an iron finger.

After a long time, although Yan Xiaohu's evasion was still as miserable as before, and even though a lot of his skin was torn off due to rolling, but the burly man still started to limp, the pair of short iron sticks in his hands became more and more irregular.

When a portion of the people closest to the arena noticed it, the burly man's right knee was already covered in blood.

Not long after, the tall and sturdy man lost the ability to stand, and he was kicked in the back of the head by Yan Xiaohu right after kneeling down on one knee on the stage, fainting on the spot.

"This youth has good eyes." Ye Qing looked at Yan Xiaohu, whose eyes were filled with determination from beginning to end, and nodded his head in appreciation.

He couldn't help but think back to his previous life when he first arrived at the Absolute Beginning Demon Sect. In that small world in the Kun Tian Realm, he fought with tens of thousands of mortals that were also chosen by the Emperor of the Kun Tian, killing each other nonstop.

The only rule of the Kun Heaven Realm was that the last 10 survivors would be able to become disciples of the Absolute Beginning Demon Sect and also obtain the chance to revive a dead person from the Kun Heaven Realm as a slave.

At that time, he and Zuo Mengyao had been thrown into the Leviathan's Heaven Realm together by the Heavenly Emperor. And it was because of his obsession to leave the Leviathan's Heaven Realm alive with Zuo Mengyao that he had become one of the last ten survivors after fighting to the point of insanity.

"This youth actually won?" Pavilion Master Zhang stared at Yan Xiaohu in disbelief.

But the next moment, he thought of something and hurriedly congratulated Fan Yan Rou, "Princess, you're wise to be able to tell with a single glance that this youth is going to win. You are truly wise and discerning."

Hearing Pavilion Master Zhang's words, Fan Yan Rou smiled gleefully.

As an inner strength martial artist, it was easy to see who was the victor among these outsiders. However, she enjoyed flattering others because she was naturally proud and loved to compete with others.

This caused Fan Yan Rou to look resentfully at Ye Qing, who was beside her.

With Yan Xiaohu's victory, the competition had entered the final eight finals.

In the following seven battles, Fan YanRou still won every single round, and the bets she held were more than enough to exchange for fifty thousand silver taels. Due to the continuous battles, Yan Xiaohu had exhausted too much of his physical strength, so he finally stopped outside of the top four.

'Looking at how he descended the stage, it seems like he will still be participating tomorrow... 'Forget it. The elemental energy here is sparse anyway, so there's no difference between cultivating or not. I'll come over again tomorrow night.'

Ye Qing, who had left the public square, couldn't help but see his own shadow on Yan Xiaohu when he thought of the scene of Yan Xiaohu limping down the stage with blood at the corner of his mouth.

He fought with countless heaven's pride level experts in the sect for decades, finally emerging and becoming the last disciple of the Kun Tian Emperor, establishing his future achievements as the Emperor of the universe.

'But am I getting old? "He actually accidentally immersed himself in these memories of the past... '

Just when Ye Qing discovered that he was like those people who were on the verge of death and liked to reminisce about the past, Ye Qing was suddenly interrupted by a dispute not far away.