First Place in the Competition, At Least They Knew Their Place

At this moment, Meng Tai of the Blazing Sun Sect slowly stepped onto the arena.

He stood tall and straight, his eyes brimming with intense confidence and fighting spirit.

Meng Tai stared fixedly at Chen Fan, as though he were an opponent he had to defeat.

Their gazes met in midair, instantly sparking fierce battle intent.

Though the scene appeared this way, the two were secretly transmitting messages to each other.

"Last night, an elder of the Blazing Sun Sect suddenly summoned me and told me to lose this match."

"Why is it like this again?" Chen Fan asked in confusion.

"I've already informed Master of this news."

"Good. I've also told Master. He'll come personally today."

"Alright, then I can rest easy. We'll follow the previous plan and put on an act first. The championship still goes to you."

"Mm."

Just then, the Dagan Emperor appeared once more, followed by many ministers.

The Centennial Competition had reached its finals. It was impossible for the Dagan Emperor not to attend, and he had something even more important to do.

The Dagan Emperor, dressed in magnificent dragon robes, strode onto the viewing platform with an imposing bearing, his authoritative gaze sweeping across the entire venue.

The entire venue instantly fell silent, and everyone hurriedly paid their respects.

The Dagan Emperor slightly raised a hand, signaling everyone to rise, before his gaze settled on Chen Fan and Meng Tai.

Feeling the emperor's gaze upon them, both Chen Fan and Meng Tai felt their hearts tighten.

The Dagan Emperor spoke slowly. "Today's battle is the final of the Centennial Competition. The victor shall receive boundless glory.

"I hope you will give it your all, display your true strength, and set an example for Dagan's cultivators."

The Dagan Emperor's voice was steady and powerful,