Zhang Po, having shed his usual seriousness, began to banter with Chang Wei, making Chang Wei feel quite at ease. The latter didn't engage in much small talk and, after reaching the resting area, sat cross-legged to recover from the toll of the match. Although he won this battle, the price Chang Wei paid was too steep: two puppets were wasted, and one was sacrificed, which made him feel quite pained.

With the support of Zhang Po, Chang Wei stepped off the platform. At this moment, Xiao Yifei's body had also recovered to its optimal state. He stood up and nodded at Chang Wei, a gesture of commendation for the victor.

After settling Chang Wei, Zhang Po leaped over to the Martial Arts Arena and briefly signaled to Xiao Zhentian, "Our team's previous representative is done for; this time, it's my turn."

Xiao Zhentian had no objection; this approach did not violate the rules of the competition. However, the performance of the youngsters from Team Fifteen was unexpectedly outstanding, which was beyond Xiao Zhentian's expectations.

After Zhang Po took the stage, Xiao Zhentian quietly used voice transmission to communicate with the Xiao Family Elder on the pillar above: "These kids are not simple. Hearing them call out 'Chang Wei' again and again, it sounds a lot like people from the Chang Family. Why are other Ancient Clans here to join the fun? Investigate their background for me."

The elder on the pillar nodded imperceptibly and immediately relayed the message to his subordinates.

Xiao Zhentian, seeing that the elder had taken action, felt relieved and said aloud to the resting area below, "Where is Team Three? Please send your next representative to the stage."

At this time, the resting area of Team Three had turned into a complete uproar.

"Big brother, the power of Team Fifteen surpasses our expectations. Even Qing Hong was defeated. What do we do now?" A person with a long, thin face and narrow eyes said to the captain of Team Three.

The latter's face was iron-blue, and his fists clenched even tighter. However, the consecutive defeats did not disrupt his rationality. He struggled to calm himself and said to Qing Yun, who was equally burdened with worry behind him, "Qing Yun, you're up first this time. We've just figured out the first guy's background, and he's already off the stage. We don't know much about the current person, so do not let your guard down. This battle must be won without fail!"

Upon hearing his brother's advice, a fierce glint flashed in Qing Yun's eyes: "Don't worry, big brother. Now that you're finally letting me go up, I'm sure I'll make them pay."

Currently, the only members eligible to go onstage from Team Three were the captain, Qing Yun, and the slender-faced man who had just spoken. Meanwhile, in Xiao Yifei's team, the only ones left with fighting strength were Xiao Yifei and Zhang Po. In terms of numbers, Team Three still had a certain advantage. As long as they could win the next three battles, they could successfully advance.

But in reality, things weren't as they thought. Although Chang Wei stepped down from the arena, it wasn't because he was defeated, meaning that if Chang Wei wanted, he could re-enter the battle at any time.

Qing Yun walked up to the Martial Arts Arena with his head held high, nodded to Xiao Zhentian, and then cupped his hands towards Zhang Po, "Your team's strength is indeed impressive, but if you want to get past me, you'll have to pay a price. At the very least, you'll have to leave a life behind!"

Zhang Po had long been unfazed by such provocations. Taking a swig from his wine flask, he lazily said, "Stop with the nonsense, let's start quickly." Then he turned his gaze to Xiao Zhentian, as if urging him to announce the start of the match quickly.

Feeling the Qi surging within him, Xiao Yifei stretched lazily and shouted to Zhang Po on the platform, "Zhang Po! Take it slow, I'm going to heal that old bull."

Zhang Po nodded. Regarding Xiao Yifei's charitable actions, he no longer wanted to stop him, so he just let him be.

The arena echoed with Xiao Zhentian's voice: "Both contestants, please get ready. The third round, third match, officially begins."

"Three, two, one!"

With Xiao Zhentian's command, Zhang Po was the first to move. He suddenly drew his Great Sword and, utilizing his movement technique, charged towards Qing Yun. The movement technique of their Zhang Family was somewhat similar to Qing Hong's impact, emphasizing grand, open movements, moving forward courageously, and never bothering with fancy maneuvers.

Seeing Zhang Po charging towards him with a giant sword in hand, leaving afterimages in his wake, Qing Yun dared not be careless. He also launched himself forward with a burst of strength in his legs.

"This time, I absolutely must not lose!" Qing Yun said to himself in his mind.

His hands burst with a bright light, and a pair of leopard claws faintly appeared. As he waved his hands, a purple lightning bolt was generated and swung towards Zhang Po.

However, Zhang Po had already activated his Qi sense when the match began. This attack was naturally within his detection range. After quickly calculating Qing Yun's attack strategy, Zhang Po didn't advance but instead retreated. Just as the two were about to collide, he sidestepped to avoid Qing Yun's attack and, with a backhand swing, stabbed towards Qing Yun's chest.

The sword blade was covered with a golden glow, coming forth with an unstoppable momentum.

Qing Yun, having entered the Half-Beast mode, reacted incredibly quickly. Realizing his attack missed, he instinctively tried to retreat, just in time to narrowly evade Zhang Po's counterattack.

Zhang Po, noticing Qing Yun's agility in dodging his attack without activating Qi sense, felt even more battle-ready, secretly thinking to himself, "Interesting."

After a brief probing, both parties retreated again.

"If defense doesn't work, then attack!" With that thought, Qing Yun began to launch an attack. He bent slightly forward, a purple glow emanated from his body, and a mottled tail sprouted from his hip. His feet began to transform to better grip the ground, pushing his Agility Attack Element movement technique to its limits, and dashed towards Zhang Po with afterimages following him.

At the same time, he let out a beastly roar: "Roar!"

Zhang Po snorted coldly and swung his sword to meet the attack again.

Clang, the two collided with a crisp metallic ring. The further transformed Qing Yun showed a tremendous increase in combat strength, managing to hold up Zhang Po's Great Sword with one hand while swinging his other hand fiercely towards Zhang Po's abdomen.

"It's useless!" Zhang Po had long predicted Qing Yun's move. He raised his left foot and similarly countered Qing Yun's attack.

At this moment, both were locked in a bizarre posture, engaging in a contest of strength. Qi continuously flowed to the point of contact.

No expression could be seen on Zhang Po's face; he seemed quite relaxed. While grappling with Qing Yun, he even taunted him, "You'd better not disappoint me. This level of combat isn't what I want."

In contrast, Qing Yun was already turning iron-blue. In his Beastification form, besides gaining the physique of a beast, he also inherited the animal's instincts. Sensing Zhang Po's force and the massive amount of Qi within him, Qing Yun knew that if the contest continued, he would surely be the first to fall.

Finally, after a brief standoff, Qing Yun was the first to withdraw. A smile flitted across Zhang Po's lips. Utilizing the inertia from losing the resistance, he swung towards Qing Yun's arm. As Zhang Po's razor-sharp Great Sword cut into it, Qing Yun let out a wail, and blood poured out.

"Damn it, this guy's cultivation is stronger than mine. In this state, I'm still not his match. I have to enter Full Beast State," Qing Yun thought, covering the wound on his arm, starting to plan how to deal with the opponent in front of him.

The situation in the battle was completely under Zhang Po's control. With the match leaning so one-sidedly, the outcome seemed without suspense. The latter, having guessed Qing Yun's intentions, did not seize the chance to attack but instead stood with his sword, waiting for Qing Yun's further transformation.

Below the stage, the face of Team Three's captain was very sullen, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"It's difficult."

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