Lu Xueqi and Bi Yao (73)

"His star power attribute seemed extremely unusual—at times explosive as fire, at times sharp as metal, ever-changing and unpredictable."

"Could he possess some special physique, or cultivate an exceptionally profound technique?"

Amid the discussions, Su Han's name continued to rise on the ranking displayed on the light screen, reaching sixty-first place. As the competition progressed, large numbers of weaker disciples were eliminated. Those who remained were all elites of their respective sects. The higher the rank, the smaller the gap in strength, and every battle became exceptionally difficult.

Ye Lingxiao encountered a formidable opponent in the fourth round. Unable to hold on after a hard-fought battle, he ultimately suffered a regretful defeat and stopped at just over two hundredth place. But he had already given his all. Rather than blaming him, True Person Ziyang offered him encouragement.

In the fifth round, Su Han's opponent was Mo Wen, a disciple from the Heavenly Machine Pavilion ranked thirty-third.

The Heavenly Machine Pavilion was not renowned for combat strength, but for divining the secrets of heaven, formations, and talismans. Its disciples were often not among the strongest in direct combat, but they possessed countless methods that were strange and difficult to guard against.

Mo Wen was a somewhat lazy-looking young man holding a white jade abacus. He even yawned as he stepped onto the arena. Yet when he looked at Su Han, a sharp glint flashed through his seemingly sleepy eyes.

"Su Han of the Ziyang Sect?" Mo Wen idly flicked the beads of his abacus. "Four consecutive wins. Your combat assessment has been raised three times. The odds have dropped from fifty-to-one to three-to-one. Interesting."

Su Han raised a brow slightly. Odds? Was this guy actually betting on the matches?

Mo Wen seemed to see his confusion and grinned. "Don't look at