The Start of the Resource Scramble

Upon hearing this, a murderous glint flashed in Bai Ze's eyes. So, the previous ambush had indeed been arranged by them.

He turned his head and glanced calmly at the other person, spitting out two words:

"Trash!"

"You..."

Hearing Bai Ze call him trash, Chang Wen, known as the Little Tyrant, had never endured such mockery.

As he pointed at Bai Ze, about to make a move, Li Qiuyu's cold voice cut in from the side.

She spoke, "Chang Wen, this isn't your Chang Family."

"If you dare to make a move now, I will immediately tell my father to disqualify you from the competition."

"Qiuyu, I..."

"Who are you? Are we close? And Qiuyu is also something you can call?"

"Fine, fine, fine. Then I'll see you on the stage."

Seeing Li Qiuyu's cold face and forceful attitude, Chang Wen's anger burned even hotter.

He could no longer hide the murderous intent in his eyes. He glared fiercely at Bai Ze behind him and turned to walk away.

After the other party left, the coldness on Li Qiuyu's face eased considerably. She said, "Don't mind him. If it weren't for the Chang Family, he would have died eight hundred times over."

"If you encounter him during the competition later, you still need to be careful."

"If it's really necessary, just concede. With my father here, he absolutely wouldn't dare to act recklessly."

"Okay."

Hearing this, Bai Ze nodded calmly, but in his heart, he had already sentenced Chang Wen to death.

Although he couldn't kill him directly now, swords and sabers have no eyes. What would happen if he crippled him then?

As they continued to queue for the draw, Meanwhile, Chang Wen, having already drawn his lot, returned to his family's side.

Everyone could sense the fury on his face and instinctively took a few steps back to avoid incurring his wrath.

He scanned the participants and said in a deep voice, "You all remember this: if you encounter that dog from the Li Family named Bai Ze later, kill him directly. I'll take responsibility for anything that happens."

"Yes."

"Don't worry, Young Master."

The four people beside him responded respectfully.

If their draws hadn't been numbers, making it impossible to know who they would fight for sure, he might have even tried to switch them to fight Bai Ze directly.

Just then, a man suddenly walked over, exuding a sinister aura.

He was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to his enemy at any moment.

Upon seeing Chang Wen's enraged state, he said sinisterly, "Little Wen, your state of mind is already disturbed."

"The competition is about to begin. Would you like me to help you calm down?"

"No, no need."

Hearing his older brother Chang Anke's voice, Chang Wen couldn't help but tremble all over and quickly shook his head, indicating he didn't need it.

Despite being called the Little Tyrant by others, he was like a little lamb in front of his brother.

After all, only he knew how ruthless and cunning Chang Anke truly was.

If he were described as a ferocious tiger, then his brother was a sinister and cunning viper.

Chang Anke gave him a calm look before walking towards the other side.

After all, the competition for the Blood Changing Realm martial artists was followed by the main event: the competition for those under twenty-five, regardless of realm.

When Chang Wen saw his brother leave, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But then he became even more enraged, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Li Family, clearly hating Bai Ze completely.

Before, it was because of Li Qiuyu; now, it was pure animosity towards Bai Ze.

He felt as if he wouldn't be able to quell his hatred unless he cut Bai Ze into a thousand pieces.

At the same time, Bai Ze seemed to sense this as well and turned his head.

Seeing Chang Wen's murderous gaze, looking as if he wanted to devour him, Bai Ze let out a dismissive cold laugh.

However, Chang Wen, seeing this, became even more enraged, but he was helpless for the moment.

And then, the resource contention battle officially began. As the referee's voice fell, two Blood Changing Realm martial artists walked onto the stage.

The first match was between the participants from the Wang Family and the Liu Family.

After confirming their opponents, they immediately engaged in a fierce fight.

"Clang."

"Bang,"

"Bang,"

The two of them went all out, not holding back a single move.

After a fierce battle, they emerged victorious with the Wang Family's martial artist severely injured.

Bai Ze, witnessing the fight, showed no change in expression.

Although these opponents were considerably stronger than the Blood Changing Realm martial artists they had encountered before, to Bai Ze, there was no difference.

After the first match concluded, the subsequent battles continued.

There were truly few individuals who could capture Bai Ze's attention.

Just then, after the previous match ended, it was Li Qiuyu's turn to enter the stage.

With a cold expression, Li Qiuyu's swordplay was exceptionally elegant. They attacked directly and decisively.

After the opponent managed to hold on for over ten moves, Li Qiuyu successfully secured the victory.

Based on Bai Ze's observation, the opponent's blood changing degree was at least fifty percent.

Given that the battle ended in a crushing defeat, it was possible Li Qiuyu hadn't even used their full strength.

After stepping down from the stage, Li Qiuyu returned to their previous spot, a smile appearing on their face. They spoke, "How was it? Was my swordplay alright?"

"I specifically trained hard for this competition."

"Mm, very good."

Hearing this, Bai Ze couldn't help but praise them. Li Qiuyu's swordplay had clearly reached great mastery.

While the swordplay appeared elegant and unpredictable, it possessed a sense of effortless execution.

As the two of them watched the ongoing matches and discussed, Following the referee's announcement, the next match was called.

This time, it was Li Family's Blood Changing Realm martial artist, Li Mingyang. After taking a few steps, he saw Chang Wen emerge.

Chang Wen leaped onto the stage, wielding a saber nearly 1.5 meters long, glaring fiercely in their direction.

It was evident that Chang Wen couldn't wait any longer.

Although this opponent wasn't Bai Ze, they were still from the Li Family, and Chang Wen intended to vent their anger on them first.

Chang Wen stared at the person before him and said in a deep voice, "You're unlucky to face me today. Blame that dog Bai Ze!"

"Let the match begin."

As the referee's command rang out, Chang Wen dragged his saber and charged forward with extreme speed.

In an instant, he reached his opponent, stomped his feet, and leaped up.

Gripping the saber with both hands, he swung it in a half-circle and brought it down fiercely.

"Bang,"

A deafening collision echoed.

Li Mingyang, resisting with all his might, was forced to retreat step by step.

His hands trembled from the impact.

However, the now enraged Chang Wen paid no mind and continued his fierce assault.

"Bang,"

"Bang,"

"Bang,"

Each downward strike carried immense force.

Facing such a ferocious attack, Li Mingyang was completely unable to defend. His internal Blood Essence was shaken, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.