"It looks fun, I want to try," Zhao Min said, closing her fan and winking at Zhou Yan.
"Be careful," Zhou Yan nodded.
"Got it," Zhao Min said happily, leaping onto the stage. "I'll give it a try."
"Alright, another warrior is stepping up to challenge! If you're unsure of the rules, please take a look. If you understand them, please pay the challenge fee of ten thousand spirit coins."
The referee on stage, dressed in ancient attire, held a microphone, and wore sunglasses, a peculiar sight.
Many in the crowd started clapping and cheering.
"Sister Zhao Min... Brother, cheer up!" Xiao Zhao almost let it slip, sticking out her tongue adorably.
"Do you think Zhao Min can win?" Wei Zifu asked.
"Of course, Sister Zhao Min has learned so much," Xiao Zhao replied.
"It's precisely because she's learned so much that I find it precarious. I still think it's better to master a few useful skills and practice them diligently. That's stronger than anything else," Diao Chan said.
"Let her be. She'll understand eventually." Zhou Yan had advised Zhao Min before, but Zhao Min was a competitive person and wouldn't listen.
Zhao Min knew the rules. She first paid the ten thousand spirit coins, then had her cultivation tested. After everything was settled, the opponent sent out someone of the same cultivation level as Zhao Min to fight.
The opponent wielded a long saber and wore a full set of armor.
Those who set up these challenges and sent out fighters were all quite capable.
This was a spar, so it was meant to be non-lethal, but once you fell to the ground, you lost. Conceding also counted as a loss.
"We can begin," Zhao Min nodded, drawing a diamond-quality longsword and pointing it at her opponent.
The battle commenced!
The crowd below cheered, and a barrier rose around the entire stage.
As soon as the fight started, Zhao Min launched the first offensive. Her graceful physique and beautiful face captivated many young women, who felt their hearts flutter.
They didn't realize Zhao Min was a woman and mistook her for a man.
Zhao Min's swordsmanship was brilliant, utilizing a top-tier technique. Its power was naturally extraordinary. Coupled with her cultivation level at the fiftieth heaven, her attacks unleashed waves of sword energy that crisscrossed the stage, forcing her opponent to avoid direct confrontation.
"Eat this!" Zhao Min's speed was also remarkable. With a top-tier movement technique, she moved like lightning, rapidly closing the distance to her opponent and unleashing a terrifying green sword energy.
"Shing!"
The opponent dodged in time, and the sword energies struck the ground, shattering the stone slabs. This demonstrated the immense power of Zhao Min's attacks.
Zhao Min had the upper hand, her attacks swift, precise, and ruthless, giving her opponent no chance to counter. The opponent could only defend, unable to find an opening to retaliate.
Zhao Min's strength was undeniable. She unleashed technique after technique, each one different from the last, clearly having put in considerable effort to master them all.
Faced with Zhao Min's unpredictable and varied moves, her opponent was in a dire situation and soon sustained injuries. However, the opponent was no simple fighter. Despite being in a predicament, they did not concede.
The spectators were astonished by the sheer variety of Zhao Min's martial skills, which seemed inexhaustible, with no single move repeated.
Under Zhao Min's relentless assault, the opponent was finally struck by a powerful technique and sent flying, crashing onto the stage.
"Good!!!"
Applause erupted from the crowd, making Zhao Min incredibly happy. She smiled proudly, like a peacock.
Zhao Min won and chose a reward, opening it on the spot. It was a valuable jade, worth a hundred thousand spirit coins.
However, Zhao Min wasn't concerned with such rewards. She continued, "I haven't had enough. I want to fight again."
"Good, good, good!!!"
Applause sounded again from the audience.
"This Zhao Min," Zhou Yan said helplessly, but without further comment. If she wanted to play, he'd let her play a few more rounds.
"I want to fight too," Xiao Zhao said.
"There are many stages nearby. If you want to play, go ahead. Don't mind me," Zhou Yan told everyone.
"Thank you, Lord. I've wanted to for a while. I'm off then!" Dian Wei was the first to find an unoccupied stage.
"Wait for me!" Yang Zaixing followed.
"I'll go too." Wu Song also felt the urge to fight. He said to Zhou Yan, then also went.
As for the others, they didn't leave, staying by Zhou Yan's side.
The host laughed heartily, "It seems this young gentleman is quite confident! Let us wish him continued success!"
After paying the fee, Zhao Min, under the gaze of the crowd, began another challenge.
Zhao Min was indeed very strong. Her attacks were like rain, her movements like the wind, leaving her opponent no room to counter.
Thus, Zhao Min fought one match after another, remarkably winning five consecutive matches.
The spectators below rejoiced, while the organizers' faces turned grim.
They couldn't fathom how this person didn't tire.
She had won five consecutive matches. How long would this continue?
However, they had no choice but to send out more fighters, lest their reputation be damaged.
It wasn't just Zhao Min; others from their group also started a winning streak, causing the organizers to look even more displeased. They had intended to make some quick money but ended up losing many matches.
The more consecutive matches Zhao Min and the others won, the more excited the audience became, cheering louder.
"She's already on an eight-win streak. You'd think she'd show some restraint," Diao Chan sighed, watching Zhao Min.
"She's on a roll right now. It seems she won't stop until she reaches ten wins," Wei Zifu said.
"Lord, the organizers are looking unhappy. Will they resort to dirty tricks?" Hou Junji observed keenly, scanning their surroundings.
"With so many people watching, they wouldn't dare to play any dirty tricks. After all, they need to conduct business here. If they dare to pull any stunts, hmph!!"
Zhou Yan was not one to suffer losses, nor was he afraid of them.
Zhao Min did indeed achieve ten consecutive wins, and the opponents did not resort to any underhanded tactics.
Or perhaps, they didn't dare to do so in front of such a crowd.
Although the opponents they fielded were skilled, they were still pitted against the people from Zhou Yan's territory.
Among heroes of the same cultivation level, there were very few outsiders who could defeat those from Zhou Yan's territory.
After ten consecutive wins, Zhao Min still wanted to continue, but the rules were clear: those who won ten consecutive matches could no longer challenge at that particular stage. Zhao Min had no choice but to step down and head towards another stage.
This left others speechless. Was she planning to win at every single stage?
"Should I call her back?" Diao Chan looked at Zhou Yan.
"We came here to play. If they can't handle it, then they shouldn't be in business," Zhou Yan's reply was simple.
"Then I'll go play too," Diao Chan said, stepping onto one of the stages.
Zhou Yan did not stop her, allowing her to play, but he himself was not interested in these stages.