Claiming the Championship

After Jiang Ping'an defeated Zheng Baotong, he rested for a day before finally facing the grand final.

His opponent in the final was not Shen Jing. Shen Jing had lost in the semifinals, but yesterday she defeated Zheng Baotong and claimed third place in the tournament.

Seated among the spectators, Shen Jing watched Jiang Ping'an and Duqing Mountain, whom she had "lost" to the day before yesterday, with an unusual look in her eyes.

Her family had also forced her to lose a match in the semifinals.

Dongfang Jintang and Shui Muhua sat together in the spectators' stands, both their gazes fixed on Jiang Ping'an.

"Senior Sister Dongfang, you don't seem to be looking forward to this," Shui Muhua whispered by Dongfang Jintang's ear.

"There is nothing to look forward to," Dongfang Jintang replied flatly.

On the surface, Shui Muhua smiled in agreement. "Senior Sister Dongfang is right."

Yet inwardly, she sneered disdainfully, Hehe, what a convincing act. No wonder she became one of the Top Ten Fairies.

"Begin!" the referee announced loudly.

Seeing Duqing Mountain approach from the opposite side at an unhurried pace, Jiang Ping'an did not rush either, calmly walking toward the center of the arena.

By now, no one was willing to voluntarily enter his array. Continuing to turtle up was no longer possible.

Duqing Mountain was a menial disciple of Blood Origin Peak, so naturally he cultivated the Blood Origin Unity Art.

With every step he took, the bloodlight around him intensified. By the time he was fifty zhang from Jiang Ping'an, the bloodlight emanating from him had formed a crimson phantom two zhang tall.

The crimson phantom had two sharp, curved horns on its head. Its body was huge and powerfully built, exuding an oppressive aura that struck fear into anyone who beheld it.