As things stood with Beihu Yun, the disparity in strength was actually enormous. If treasures had not been used, Zheng Jubao probably would not have lasted even a single exchange. But this time, Zheng Jubao had also worried that losing too quickly would cause trouble, so he had thrown out every valuable consumable he possessed, decisively stopping Beihu Yun's assault.
The Beihu Lineage was not actually wealthy. I had heard that its background was rather complicated. On the surface, Beihu Zhan had been sent to take over as city lord, but in reality, it was more like he had been banished to the frontier, with the strong implication that he would never return. That was why this matter had always bothered me. There had to be some hidden, unspeakable secret behind the Beihu Lineage.
When Beihu Yun and Zheng Jubao reached a stalemate, Mao Chuchu and I did not merely stand by and watch. We immediately intervened, and our arrival instantly shattered the balance. No matter how tenacious Zheng Jubao was, he could not withstand the pressure of three against one. Before long, Beihu Yun drew her sword and drove it into his forehead. His ethereal body instantly left him, bringing the battle to a perfect conclusion.
Once the Cloudheaven Realm vanished, all the spectators fell silent. It seemed that most of those watching had lost. As for the winners, they naturally did not dare laugh in front of so many losers. Quietly collecting their money was probably the best way to handle things.
Beihu Yun seemed to think victory was only natural and did not even bother to greet us. She silently followed Beihu Chen away, probably to pack up and return to Soaring Cloud City first. After all, this was only the group stage. The champion would earn