Claiming the Championship

Mittel Hao seemed to see the referee's dilemma and slowly stepped onto the arena.

"I'll wait for him!"

All the spectators looked at Mittel Hao with admiration. If Xiao Le had not still been healing, the entire crowd would surely have erupted in applause, celebrating Mittel Hao's unyielding pride and open, forthright bearing!

As the sun sank in the west, Elder Yun Leng of the Misty Cloud Sect on the podium grew increasingly impatient. Fortunately, Xiao Le finally opened his eyes at that moment.

Seeing Xiao Le awaken, Mittel Hao looked at him, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens, and said earnestly, "You're very strong. I'm looking forward to this battle!"

Looking at the forthright Mittel Hao, Xiao Le felt a surge of respect. He had known everything happening outside. He had not expected Mittel Hao to be unlike ordinary scions of great families—a true prodigy with unbending pride.

Waves of air rolled about him, his robes fluttering without wind. Dashing and handsome, he held an icy iron fan in his hand. This sight captivated countless girls.

Xiao Le watched Mittel Hao's movements with admiration.

Once Xiao Le had steadied himself, Mittel Hao swung his iron fan. Its blade-sharp edge slashed straight toward Xiao Le.

Xiao Le hurriedly dodged while sending an Eight Extremes Collapse in return.

Xiao Le's aura was no longer that of a four-star Dou Zhe. He was already a five-star Dou Zhe, and even at the peak of five stars. A third-grade pill was not something a Dou Zhe could completely absorb. He had previously taken two third-grade Qi Recovery Pills, and now he had consumed the even more advanced Ice Muscle Jade Bone Pill. Its potent medicinal power had directly pushed Xiao Le to the peak of five-star Dou Zhe, thoroughly narrowing the gap in cultivation between himself and prodigies of Mittel Hao's generation.

Mittel Hao abandoned his usual cautious fighting style and actually took the initiative to attack.

As the fan blades danced, Dou Qi flashed, sending wind blades slicing out one after another.

"Fan Gale Slash!"

The wind blades swept toward Xiao Le in a coordinated barrage, too dense to evade. Left with no choice, Xiao Le swung both fists, doing his best to shield his vital points.

That move left Xiao Le in a miserable state. His clothes had already been tattered beyond repair after the battle with Nalan Jun, and now only a few strips of cloth barely covered his vital areas. He looked like a beggar, with tiny wounds scattered across skin that seemed newly reborn. Beads of blood flowed out, and Xiao Le became a bloody figure once more.

Having suffered a hidden loss, Xiao Le looked at his clothes. He was nearly about to become a laughingstock. Lightning snakes surged from his body, as though ten thousand serpents had emerged at once.

Stepping on lightning snakes, he rapidly closed in. Mittel Hao seemed not to have reacted in time and did not stop him. When Xiao Le drew near, Mittel Hao's eyes lit up.

A flash of light appeared. Xiao Le had long been guarding against this move. The lightning snakes beneath his feet exploded, launching him into the air and leaving only two shallow pits in the ground.

Seeing Xiao Le evade it, Mittel Hao was not disappointed. He unleashed the Fan Gale Slash that had made Xiao Le grit his teeth at the airborne Xiao Le, who had no way to dodge.

Xiao Le went all in. Dou Qi surged through his body, transforming into lightning snakes that blocked the wind blades, while he pressed forward with the unstoppable force of Eight Extremes Collapse toward Mittel Hao.

Seeing that the wind blades had failed, Mittel Hao snapped his iron fan shut, gathered Dou Qi, and thrust fiercely at Xiao Le's fist.

"Wind-Piercing Thrust!"

The iron fan shot toward Xiao Le's fist like a short spear.

"Bang!"

A thunderous boom rang out, and a shockwave erupted between them.

"Who won?"

As the shockwave dispersed, Mittel Hao's feet had sunk into the arena. The hand holding his fan hung limply at his side, while a line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"I lost! As expected, it still wasn't enough. But I won't give up!" Mittel Hao gave a tragic smile and collapsed.

Xiao Le's right palm trembled lightly, blood dripping from his fingers as he looked at the fallen Mittel Hao with respect.

Champion: Xiao Le!