First Match: You Make the First Move—Please Bookmark

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The Four Demon Saints fell silent upon hearing Soul Emperor's words.

For a moment, they felt that Soul Emperor made sense.

Indeed, although Hun Xiu was only a Two-star Dou Emperor, who would truly measure him by the combat strength of a Two-star Dou Emperor? That day, the Dou Qi of heaven and earth he devoured and absorbed had formed a tornado-like storm, its momentum astonishing.

Even ordinary Dou Zun Experts had never possessed such an immense capacity for devouring the Dou Qi of heaven and earth.

Though he was a Dou Emperor, how could he possibly be compared to an ordinary Dou Emperor?...

On the Training Arena, with Hun Xiu's arrival, everyone's gaze on the platform involuntarily turned toward this legendary "Young Master."

The position of Young Master was still vacant. Only after the Young Master Competition ten years later would the true Young Master be decided.

However.

Hun Xiu's excellence had caused many Hun Clan elders, as well as the younger generation, to subconsciously regard him as the "Young Master."

Though Hun Xiu had neither the name nor the status, they held such a belief.

Who else but Hun Xiu could take the position of Young Master?

Sensing the gazes on the platform turning toward him, Hun Xiu merely smiled faintly and nodded before standing to one side with his long sword in his arms.

He was still as aloof as ever, utterly unwilling to keep company with others.

Standing alone in one spot, he seemed thoroughly out of place.

Yet no one said anything.

Once Hun Xiu arrived at the Training Arena, Hun Dun called out the final name.

"Hun Feng."

Whoosh.

As Hun Dun's voice fell, Hun Feng soared up from the crowd. Crimson wings spread behind him as he finally landed atop the Training Arena.

He glanced at Hun Xiu before withdrawing his gaze.

Hun Dun looked at the hundred or so people on the Training Arena and waved his hand. An equal number of black spheres of light appeared in the air above the platform.

"Within these light spheres are the numbers one through one hundred. Number one faces number one hundred, number two faces number ninety-nine, and so on."

"Draw."

"Yes..."

Hearing this, everyone hesitated no longer and reached into the air to grab a sphere.

After everyone had finished drawing, only one sphere remained. Only then did Hun Xiu unhurriedly reach into the air and grab it.

"One hundred."

Seeing the number on it, he was slightly stunned.

"I didn't expect to draw last and still get number one hundred. Is this fate?"

Drawing number one hundred meant that he would be in the first match.

Once everyone had drawn their numbers, Hun Dun formed a seal with his hands, and the entire Training Arena began to tremble violently.

An invisible force slowly lifted the Training Arena, suspending it in midair.

After doing all this, Hun Dun said, "Number one and number one hundred, step forward."

Hun Xiu was in no hurry to step out. He wanted to see who this unlucky person was. Meeting him in the very first match—was that person lucky, or unfortunate? At that moment, Hun Doulol stepped forward. She flicked her twin ponytails and walked toward Hun Dun, saying respectfully, "Elder."

"Mm."

"Holy shit..."

"Number one is actually Hun Doulol. Who's number one hundred?" Soul Dan cried out in surprise when he saw Hun Doulol step forward.

Though Hun Doulol was a woman, her strength was far from weak.

She was an Eight-star Dou King. Her opponent had encountered Hun Doulol in the first match—should that be called unfortunate, or lucky?

Everyone looked at one another, all wanting to see who number one hundred was.

Yet no one saw the anticipated number one hundred step forward. Just as everyone was wondering who number one hundred was, Hun Xiu moved. He slowly walked up to Hun Dun and respectfully said, "Elder."

"Fuck..."

"Damn..."

This was a green plant.

When many people saw Hun Xiu step forward, their eyes nearly popped out. None of them had expected Hun Xiu to be number one hundred.

Originally, everyone had been worried for Hun Doulol's opponent and observing a moment of silence for him, but now that Hun Xiu had stepped forward, they realized they had been wrong.

They should have been observing a moment of silence for Hun Doulol instead. Encountering Hun Xiu in the first match—was that fortunate, or unfortunate?

Everyone silently mourned for her for three seconds.

Hun Doulol, who had originally been brimming with confidence, was dumbfounded when she saw that the person stepping out was Hun Xiu.

She was not stunned silly by Hun Xiu's handsome face. She simply could not imagine that her first match would be against Hun Xiu.

Did she have any chance of winning this match? No.

None at all.

Hun Xiu had not expected his opponent to be a little girl with twin ponytails either, and he was rather surprised.

Was he supposed to fight a girl? How could he bear to strike her? Fight a girl?

No one would have the heart to do such a thing.

Especially not under the watchful eyes of so many people. That made things rather awkward.

Hun Dun glanced at Hun Xiu, then at Hun Doulol, before saying, "Begin! I shouldn't need to teach you what to do, should I?"

Afterward, Hun Dun stepped back, while signaling everyone else to retreat as well.

The two looked at each other for a long time without speaking.

It was very awkward.

In truth, only Hun Xiu felt awkward, because he was about to hit a woman, and in front of so many people at that. How could he not feel awkward? Compared to Hun Xiu's embarrassment, Hun Doulol was simply helpless. She did not mind hitting men.

The problem was that she could not beat him, which was rather helpless.

She knew she could not win, yet she still had to fight.

Hun Doulol introduced herself. "My name is Hun Doulol."

"Mm."

Hun Xiu nodded slightly, still holding his wooden sword in his arms. In a cool tone, he said, "Hun Xiu."

"I don't fight women. Surrender."

His voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of many people present. Quite a few female experts frowned slightly upon hearing Hun Xiu's words.

Hearing Hun Xiu's words, Hun Doulol frowned and said, "Are you looking down on me?"

"No..."

Hun Xiu shook his head. "I'm merely stating a fact. You're not my opponent. Surrender."

"I don't want to lay hands on a woman."

"You're looking down on me." Hun Doulol frowned and snorted coldly.

Whoosh.

An invisible surge of Dou Qi erupted from her body, forming a howling tornado that blew Hun Xiu's white robes and even his long black hair about.

He remained standing where he was. Though his robes and hair fluttered wildly, he stood as firm as a mountain.

Holding his wooden sword, he said calmly, "Why must you do this?"

"You're not my opponent, and I don't want to fight a woman. Surrendering would be good for everyone. You know very well that you're not my opponent."

"Wouldn't it be better to lose with some dignity?"

"Hmph..."

Upon hearing Hun Xiu's words, Hun Doulol immediately flared up. "This young lady doesn't need any dignity at all."

"This young lady will give you a chance as well. You make the first move."

Hun Doulol naturally knew she was no match for Hun Xiu, but she simply disliked what he had said.

She could lose the fight, but not the momentum. Since he told her to surrender, she would tell him to make the first move.

She could be defeated, but she could not lose in spirit.