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Lan Xi's opponent seemed a bit strange. He was a small, thin man dressed in a tattered gray robe, with disheveled hair and a face covered in mottled scars. His eyes revealed a hint of coldness and cunning, giving off an unsettling vibe. The audience began to murmur:
"This opponent doesn't look like an ordinary martial artist; he seems like a villain from the underworld."
"Could he be using poison? He looks quite sinister."
"Lan Xi should be careful; this person is not simple."
At that moment, the wealthy man who had previously shouted about marrying Zhiruo and Yan Yuchen jumped out again, loudly declaring, "I've figured it out! Today, the ladies are all going to win. Lan Xi, don't compete; just come home with me and be my concubine! I have plenty of money!"
As soon as he said this, many spectators cast disdainful glances at him:
"This person is truly shameless!"
"Thinking he can marry these female heroes just because he has money is pure delusion!"
"To say such things during a competition is simply rude!"
"Why don't you marry Chen Hu instead?"
"You marry Chen Hu! Your whole family can marry Chen Hu! I'll take you on!"
The wealthy man was pulled away, and the audience around the Arena began discussing Lan Xi's opponent.
"Look, isn't that the 'Poison Hand Demon' Zhang Kuang? Why is he here too?"
"Zhang Kuang? That notorious villain from the underworld? He uses poison without hesitation!"
"Yes, that's him. I heard he wiped out a small sect overnight with extremely cruel methods. The authorities can't do anything about him!"
At that moment, Zhang Kuang grinned wickedly at Lan Xi and said, "Not bad, little girl. Now surrender to me, or don't blame me for being merciless."
Lan Xi's gaze was firm as she coldly replied, "You want me to submit? That depends on whether you have the ability!"
With that, Lan Xi drew her weapon—a long whip shimmering with silver light. The whip danced skillfully in her hands, making crisp cracking sounds.
As the match began, Zhang Kuang quickly formed a seal and chanted an incantation. In an instant, several illusory poisonous snakes appeared in his hands, filled with deadly menace. He waved his hands, and the snakes lunged at Lan Xi as if they were alive.
Lan Xi showed no signs of weakness as she raised her whip, the whip's shadow resembling a dragon, striking precisely at the phantom of the poisonous snake. The snake instantly dissipated, but Zhang Kuang did not cease his assault; he sneered and swung his dagger, closing in on Lan Xi.
“Underworld Poison Shadow!” Zhang Kuang shouted, and a layer of black poisonous mist coiled around his dagger, lunging toward Lan Xi's face.
Lan Xi nimbly dodged while simultaneously swinging her whip, executing a move called “Silver Dragon Entwined,” transforming the whip's shadow into a massive silver dragon aimed at Zhang Kuang's lower body.
Seeing this, Zhang Kuang let out a cold laugh, spinning the dagger in his hand like a whirlwind to block Lan Xi's whip shadow. Seizing the opportunity, he exhaled a mouthful of black poisonous mist that quickly spread, enveloping the entire Arena.
“Give up, or you will die a terrible death!” Zhang Kuang's chilling voice echoed through the mist.
Surrounded by the poisonous fog, Lan Xi felt dizzy and nauseous. She fought against the discomfort and quickly formed a hand seal, conjuring a blue light shield around her that kept the mist at bay.
“Frost Bind!” Lan Xi shouted, transforming her whip into several strands of ice that attempted to freeze Zhang Kuang's movements.
With an angry roar, Zhang Kuang unleashed a burst of toxic gas that shattered the frost. He charged at Lan Xi again, his dagger gleaming coldly as it aimed for her vital points.
Lan Xi struggled to respond, but during one clash, Zhang Kuang's dagger grazed her shoulder, instantly staining her clothes with blood. The audience gasped in shock, holding their breath for Lan Xi.
Clenching her teeth to stay upright, Lan Xi concentrated her remaining strength and executed “Frosty Dance.” Her whip danced through the air, creating a blizzard that surrounded Zhang Kuang.
Trapped in the snowstorm, Zhang Kuang struggled to escape, but Lan Xi, showing no mercy, struck him fiercely with her whip until he was finally knocked to the ground, losing his combat ability.
“Lan Xi wins!” The referee announced the result of the match.
Seeing this, Li Ye rushed onto the Arena, supporting Lan Xi: “Are you okay?”
Lan Xi forced a smile: “I’m fine; just a minor injury.”
Both Zhiruo and Yan Yuchen hurried over to check on Lan Xi’s wounds. With Li Ye assisting her down from the Arena, he gained a deeper understanding of her abilities. The group returned to the resting area to take care of Lan Xi, preparing for the upcoming matches.
In the crowd, discussions began to rise as many spectators noticed the close relationship between Li Ye and the three beautiful women.
“Who is that guy? Did you notice how close those three beauties—Zhiruo, Yan Yuchen, and Lan Xi—seem to be with him?” a young spectator exclaimed in surprise.
“Right! Three beauties!” a middle-aged man beside him chimed in. “It’s killing me! Someone strike him with lightning!”
“This guy is just too lucky! So many beauties are surrounding him,” sighed a farmer wearing a straw hat.
"Aren't there definitely rich people? Otherwise, how could so many beautiful women follow him?" a lavishly dressed merchant scoffed.
"That's not right. He doesn't look like a wealthy person; he seems more like a formidable cultivator," an elderly man said, stroking his beard as he carefully examined Li Ye.
"Hmph, so what if he has high cultivation? Isn't it all about looks and luck?" a young woman complained, her face filled with resentment.
"Have you ever considered that he might be a great hero? Otherwise, how could so many skilled beauties willingly follow him?" a young scholar looked at Li Ye with admiration.
"Ah, heroes saving beauties—who doesn't enjoy watching that? Unfortunately, us ordinary folks can only envy," an old performer sighed.
"I bet he'll win the next match too. Just look at his demeanor; he must be extraordinary," a gambler said excitedly, seemingly already planning to place a bet.
"Maybe these three beauties will compete for his attention; it will be quite a show," a busybody chuckled, eagerly watching Li Ye and his companions.
"Hmph, no matter what, he's lucky today, but how far can he go? Let's just wait and see," a calm cultivator said in a flat tone, though his eyes revealed deep contemplation.
Li Ye heard the discussions in the crowd but merely smiled slightly without saying anything. He knew that the most important thing now was to take care of Lan Xi and prepare for the upcoming match. He walked towards the resting area with the three beauties, the murmurs around them gradually fading, but people's gazes remained fixed on them.
In the resting area, Zhiruo carefully examined Lan Xi's injuries while Yan Yuchen busied herself tending to her wounds. Lan Xi's complexion was somewhat pale, but her eyes still shone with strength and resilience.
"Zhiruo, Yan Yuchen, take good care of Lan Xi. It's my turn for the next match," Li Ye said gently to the two women before straightening his clothes and heading towards the arena.
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