Hao Shuai Had Ultimately Talked His Way Out of Trouble

As soon as Hao Shuai stepped off the arena, the spectators below began congratulating him. Lu Renjia had just told everyone that Hao Shuai had deliberately held back.

Just think: how could Qingyun Sect's disciples not like a junior brother who was considerate enough to spare others' pride?

Tomorrow, they might be matched against Hao Shuai themselves.

Ten rounds of battle would sound much better than getting taken out in one move.

With a genius junior brother like Hao Shuai showing them such consideration, everyone was only too happy to offer their congratulations.

As Hao Shuai returned their congratulations, he glanced at the other seven arenas and realized that the Qian platform where he had fought was the last one to finish.

Come to think of it, first he had talked everyone into believing in Dugu Qiubai, then he had gone ten rounds with Lu Renjia. That had certainly taken some time.

In a tournament like this, unless there was a huge gap between the contestants and the winner was decided in a move or two, it could take quite a while to determine the outcome.

As luck would have it, all eight matches in the first round at Hao Shuai's end had featured lopsided matchups, with the winners decided in two or three moves.

"Junior Sister Lu from Small Bamboo Peak is about to fight!"

Someone shouted while Hao Shuai was exchanging pleasantries with the others. The crowd immediately surged toward the Gen platform.

Hao Shuai wanted to watch the battle of the beauty hailed as the most outstanding in five hundred years, too, but he wasn't about to stoop to squeezing in with a bunch of losers.

Instead, he floated up to the viewing platform, reserved for Qingyun Sect's leader and the elders who headed its various peaks.