The Western Border Esoteric Sect had won this wager, and Ji Xuanyuan handed the Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill and the Buddha Bone Relic to Su Xin.
This was a win-win for Su Xin and the Western Border Esoteric Sect. Yet from the looks on the faces of the sect members, there was nothing for them to be excited about.
Su Xin walked over and asked, "Masters, now that you've beaten Shaolin Temple, why the long faces?"
Mahasthamaprapta Master shook his head helplessly. "Lord Su, you must have seen it for yourself. In truth, we lost this time."
Su Xin shrugged. The people of the Western Border Esoteric Sect had seen through things clearly. They really had lost, because Su Xin had manipulated the draw.
The Six Fan Sect's intelligence network was terrifyingly effective. Su Xin had detailed information on both the Western Border Esoteric Sect and Shaolin Temple, so he could decide who would take the field.
Mahasthamaprapta Master and Xuan Ming, the strongest men of the Esoteric Sect and the Buddhist sect respectively, had to compete. But Su Xin had separated them.
It was quite simple: they changed the draw box every round, so no matter how they drew, the result was the one Su Xin had arranged.
Of course, the people of Shaolin Temple probably hadn't expected Su Xin to stoop so low as to pull such a trick in secret, so they hadn't checked the draw box.
Looking at the order of the matches, Xuan Ming had won one, and Mahasthamaprapta Master had also won one. But in truth, Xuan Ming was slightly stronger than Mahasthamaprapta Master.
Xuan Ming had mastered several of the Seventy-Two Arts. His strength was utterly terrifying, and what he had shown so far still wasn't his full power.
If Su Xin had