How Is This Possible!

Xiao Xun'er walked down from the platform and went straight to Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan reached out and rubbed her head.

"You did well just now."

A smile immediately appeared on Xiao Xun'er's face as she linked her arm through Xiao Xuan's.

Xiao Xuan looked at her, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

The looks in everyone's eyes changed when they saw this scene.

Xiao Xun'er was the Xiao Clan's acknowledged genius, a fifteen-year-old Three-Star Dou Zhe.

Yet she treated Xiao Xuan more intimately than she treated anyone else.

Why did that Third Stage Dou Qi trash deserve it?

In a corner, Xiao Ning watched Xiao Xun'er holding Xiao Xuan's arm, his eyes filled with jealousy.

He did not understand.

Why was Xiao Xun'er so good to a piece of trash?

How was he, Xiao Ning, inferior to Xiao Xuan?

Xiao Ning withdrew his gaze and walked to the Grand Elder's side.

"Grandfather."

The Grand Elder looked at him.

"For the next match, I want to fight Xiao Xuan."

The Grand Elder's brows furrowed slightly.

"You want to fight him?"

"Yes," Xiao Ning said. "I want everyone to see the difference between a genius and trash."

The Grand Elder fell silent for a moment.

He had originally planned to use this competition to drive Xiao Xuan out of the Xiao Clan.

Since Xiao Ning wanted to make a move himself, this was perfect.

"Fine," the Grand Elder said. "I'll arrange it."

He called over a steward disciple and gave him a few quiet instructions.

The steward disciple nodded and turned to leave.

Before long, the drawing results were announced.

The Grand Elder stood up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below.

"The second match: Xiao Xuan versus Xiao Ning."

The moment those words were spoken, a commotion broke out below the stage.

Everyone's eyes fell on Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Ning possessed Eight-Stage Dou Qi and was quite strong among the Xiao Clan's younger generation.

What about Xiao Xuan?

Third Stage Dou Qi.

The difference in strength between the two was like heaven and earth.

"Xiao Xuan against Xiao Ning? Isn't that obviously bullying him?"

"How could someone with Third Stage Dou Qi possibly be Xiao Ning's opponent?"

"I think the Grand Elder did it on purpose. He wants Xiao Xuan to humiliate himself."

"Xiao Xuan is finished."

The disciples discussed animatedly, their eyes full of malicious delight as they looked at Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xun'er frowned slightly upon hearing the result.

She turned to look at Xiao Xuan.

"Brother Xiao Xuan..."

"It's fine," Xiao Xuan said.

Seeing his calm expression, Xiao Xun'er swallowed the words that had reached her lips.

She remembered Xiao Yu's injury.

Brother Xiao Xuan had been able to injure Sister Xiao Yu. His strength definitely exceeded Third Stage Dou Qi.

Dealing with Xiao Ning should not be a problem.

Xiao Xun'er thought so to herself.

Among the crowd, Xiao Yu's expression changed slightly when she heard the result.

She walked over to Xiao Ning.

"Xiao Ning."

Xiao Ning turned to look at her.

"Sis, what is it?"

"When you fight Xiao Xuan, be careful," Xiao Yu said.

Xiao Ning froze for a moment.

"Sis, what did you say?"

"I said, be careful," Xiao Yu said. "Don't let him hurt you."

Xiao Ning could not help laughing when he heard that.

"Sis, are you joking?"

"How could a Third Stage Dou Qi piece of trash hurt me?"

"I'm serious," Xiao Yu said seriously.

Seeing her earnest expression, Xiao Ning felt even more disdainful.

He knew his sister had been injured.

But that was because Xiao Xuan had used underhanded means to launch a sneak attack.

In a direct fight, how could a Third Stage Dou Qi piece of trash possibly be her match?

"Sis, don't worry," Xiao Ning said. "I won't give him the chance to launch a sneak attack."

Xiao Yu still wanted to say something, but Xiao Ning had already turned and walked toward the platform.

As she watched her younger brother's back, a sense of unease rose in her heart.

On the platform.

Xiao Ning stood in the center and looked down at Xiao Xuan.

"Xiao Xuan, come up."

Xiao Xuan did not move.

Xiao Ning frowned.

"What? Too scared to come up?"

Xiao Xuan glanced at him and stepped onto the platform.

The two stood facing each other.

Xiao Ning looked down at him from above.

"Xiao Xuan, I'll make you pay for my sister's injuries shortly."

Xiao Xuan looked at him calmly.

"I'll try not to hurt you."

Xiao Ning froze for a moment.

Then he could not help bursting into loud laughter.

"What did you say?"

"Not hurt me?"

He pointed at Xiao Xuan, laughing so hard tears nearly came out.

"Xiao Xuan, you're a Third Stage Dou Qi piece of trash. What gives you the right to say something like that?"

"I think you've been scared stupid."

The disciples below the platform laughed along with him.

Xiao Xuan listened to their mockery without any expression on his face.

Xiao Ning stopped laughing.

The Dou Qi in his body began to surge.

The aura of Eight-Stage Dou Qi erupted.

"Xiao Xuan, today I'll show you what strength is."

He kicked off the ground and charged at Xiao Xuan.

He struck out with his palm.

The palm wind howled.

A confident smile rested on Xiao Ning's face.

He was certain this strike would leave Xiao Xuan bedridden for ten days to half a month.

Xiao Xuan stood where he was without moving at all.

Only when Xiao Ning's palm was about to touch him did he raise his hand.

A light, casual palm strike.

Bang!

A dull impact rang out.

Xiao Ning's body flew backward and crashed heavily against the edge of the platform.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body stunned.

Everyone beneath the platform was stunned.

The entire Martial Arts Arena fell silent.

Xiao Ning lay on the ground, staring wide-eyed at Xiao Xuan.

His eyes were full of shock.

How was this possible?

Even his voice trembled.

"You..."

Xiao Xuan withdrew his hand and looked at him.

A sharp pain shot through Xiao Ning's chest.

He struggled to get up, but his body refused to obey him.

Below the platform.

Several elders sat in their seats, each wearing a different expression.

The Second Elder looked at Xiao Xuan on the platform, his brows furrowing slightly.

"That palm strike from Xiao Xuan just now..."

"It was nothing more than luck," the Grand Elder sneered.

"But..." The Second Elder still wanted to say something.

"There are no buts." The Grand Elder cut him off. "Xiao Ning has Eight-Stage Dou Qi, while Xiao Xuan only has Third Stage Dou Qi. How could he possibly defeat Xiao Ning?"

"That palm strike just now was definitely because Xiao Ning was careless."

The Second Elder said nothing further after hearing that.

The Grand Elder looked at Xiao Ning on the platform, utterly convinced.

That trash Xiao Xuan could not possibly defeat him.

Xiao Ning must have underestimated his opponent just now.

As long as Xiao Ning got serious, Xiao Xuan would certainly lose.

The Grand Elder thought so to himself.

On the platform.

Xiao Ning struggled to his feet.

He looked at Xiao Xuan, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He did not believe it.

He did not believe he had been defeated by a Third Stage Dou Qi piece of trash.

"Xiao Xuan, you..."

"Not convinced?" Xiao Xuan looked at him.

Xiao Ning gritted his teeth.

The Dou Qi in his body surged once more.

"I'm not convinced!"

He shouted and charged at Xiao Xuan.

This palm strike contained all his strength.

Xiao Xuan looked at the charging Xiao Ning and shook his head.

He raised his hand.

He struck out with his palm.

Bang!

Xiao Ning's body flew backward once again.

This time, he was thrown even farther.

He rolled all the way to the edge of the platform, nearly falling off.

A large mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, and his face turned deathly pale.

Then his eyes closed, and he passed out completely.

Below the platform, everyone stared wide-eyed.

The entire Martial Arts Arena was terrifyingly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

"H-How is this possible?"

The disciples whispered among themselves, their gazes toward Xiao Xuan filled with shock.

Xiao Xun'er stood among the crowd, watching Xiao Xuan on the platform as a faint smile flickered in her eyes.

The Grand Elder abruptly rose to his feet.

His face was livid.

As he looked at the unconscious Xiao Ning on the platform, his eyes burned with rage.

"Xiao Xuan!"

He roared.