"One, two, three, four, five. That's enough. Write it down, write it down!"
"One, two, three, four, five. Another round. Write it down, write it down!"
Qi Wushang and Hou Mubai were excitedly keeping count. Beside them, the referee's face had nearly turned black.
In all these years and all these editions of the Burial Sword Convention, he had never seen anything like this!
The referee had become little more than an emotionless data recorder, staring blankly at the arena and occasionally recording another victory for the Profound Sword Sect.
"I never would've guessed Da Huang would be so cool."
"He really is strong."
"One slap each. Not one slap more."
Da Huang stood atop the arena like a god of war. No matter who came up, he sent them flying off the arena with a single slap.
Though Da Huang had drawn a mountain of hatred, as more and more people were defeated, everyone gradually came to their senses.
"Don't go up there. What are you going to do, help the Profound Sword Sect rack up more wins?"
"Do you think I want to go? That bastard has our sect's treasure in his paws. If I don't go, what if he refuses to return it?"
"Damn it, for the sake of our sect's treasure, we might as well give up on this Burial Sword Convention. It's not like we had much chance of getting a Hundred-Win Streak anyway."
Thanks to Da Huang's flawless performance, the Profound Sword Sect's victory count had shot straight up to fifty.
Although Da Huang had stolen the spotlight today, Qi Wushang and Hou Mubai weren't envious in the slightest.
Da Huang had become... utterly infamous. Everyone looked at him with anger and disgust.
And by association, the Profound Sword Sect had become like a