Everyone who came to Hundred Battles City had only one goal: to complete a Hundred-Win Streak and earn the right to continue participating in the Burial Sword Convention.
The Profound Sword Sect was on a roll. Although Qi Wushang had reached his limit, the sect still had four people who hadn't taken the stage.
At a time like this, many sects chose to avoid their sharp edge, unwilling to face them head-on.
"It's my turn. Finally, it's my turn."
"So, uh... which of you is going to challenge me?"
"I'm weak. I'm an easy fight. The easiest one here. One touch and I'll fall."
"Um... are you guys going to challenge me or not?"
Seeing Qi Wushang leave the arena, Hou Mubai grew excited too.
But he waited and waited, and not a single challenger showed up. Hou Mubai started getting anxious.
Hearing what Hou Mubai said, everyone looked at him with disdain.
You're weak?
You're stronger than Qi Wushang, for crying out loud. You could even say that Hou Mubai had the highest cultivation among the group.
Qi Wushang had already shown them what the Profound Sword Sect was capable of. Who would want to challenge Hou Mubai, who was clearly even stronger?
Though Hou Mubai's taunts were impossible to miss, everyone simply ignored him.
They were here for the Burial Sword Convention, not to hand the Profound Sword Sect more wins.
Going up when you knew you couldn't win? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
"Wait... Brother Chen, didn't you say there'd be plenty of chances?"
"Where are they?"
"How come they've all dried up now that it's my turn?"
"What the heck? Are they discriminating against me?"
"Do they think I'm an easy target?"
"Or am I too strong, and I've scared them off?"
"But I already