BTTH: The Legend Of Xiu Emperor

The next day.

It was another fierce battle between dragons and tigers, as the remaining fifty young participants competed to determine the top twenty-five.

(TL/N: What it means here is that another 50 participants will fight to have another 25 winners. Yesterday, there was 25 winners and another 25 winners will advance today. So 25+25 = 50. Don't forget when the competition started there were 100 participants.)

The clan competition was just as exciting as the previous day, but Hun Xiu didn't attend. Instead, he arrived at the top of the back mountain early in the morning, absorbing the dou qi of heaven and earth to recover from his injuries and prepare for the next day's match.

He wanted to face the unknown challenges of tomorrow in the best condition possible. Watching the others fight didn't interest him. After all, if he had time to watch others, wouldn't it be better to focus on improving his own strength?

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The third day of the clan competition arrived.

The martial arts stage was unchanged, though half the participants—Hun Xiu, Hun Feng, Hun Huan'er, Hun Dan, Hun Qiu, and other young talents—were noticeably absent.

Hun Dun, an elder of the clan, stood at the forefront, scanning the gathered youth. With a casual wave of his hand, fifty glowing light spheres appeared in the air.

"These light spheres are numbered one to fifty," Hun Dun explained in a calm tone. "Number one will face number fifty, number two will face number forty-nine, and so on. Step forward and claim one."

Everyone leaped into action, displaying their agility and skills as they scrambled for the light spheres.

Hun Xiu, however, remained motionless, calmly waiting for the last one.

When all the spheres but one had been claimed, Hun Xiu reached out and drew the remaining sphere into his hand with a simple motion.

"Number one," he murmured, slightly surprised. Last time, as the last to claim a sphere, he had drawn number one hundred. This time, despite his unchanged approach, he had drawn the first number.

"Coincidence? Or deliberate?" Hun Xiu mused, dismissing the thought as he glanced around at his competitors.

Hun Dun's voice broke the silence.

"Number one, number fifty, step forward."

Hun Xiu stood up slowly, his wooden sword in hand. Seeing him rise, the onlookers exchanged glances of sympathy for his opponent.

In the crowd, Hun Dan glanced down at his sphere and sighed in defeat.

"Why am I so unlucky?" he grumbled. "First round, and I'm up against Hun Xiu."

He muttered a single word: "Grass…"

The expression was enough to convey his helplessness.

Hun Dan walked to the center, his reluctance written all over his face. The spectators observed a moment of silence, thankful they had escaped Hun Xiu's path.

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"Come on, Brother Hun Xiu!" Gu Xun'er's cheerful voice rang out from the high platform, her small fists raised in encouragement. Her lively enthusiasm melted the hearts of those watching.

Hun Xiu glanced at her, a faint smile curving his lips as he nodded in acknowledgment.

Turning his attention back to Hun Dan, he gripped his wooden sword tightly and said, "Hun Xiu, at your service."

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Hun Dan gulped nervously.

"I... I'm Hun Dan," he stammered, stepping back slightly.

Hun Dun gestured for the two to begin.

"Please start your match!"

Hun Xiu's aura shifted instantly. The air around him crackled with energy as his fighting wings condensed. A terrifying dou qi surged from his body, and he began to rise, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Hun Xiu transformed from a handsome and unassuming youth into a peerless swordsman, exuding an aura of absolute dominance.

His wooden sword, ordinary just moments ago, now seemed capable of slicing through the heavens.

Hun Dan's confidence shattered. He trembled as he looked at Hun Xiu, who was preparing an attack. Cold sweat dripped down his face as he stuttered, "W-Wait a moment, Hun Xiu… Let me say something first!"

But Hun Xiu paid him no mind. The power of heaven and earth continued to converge upon his sword, and a glowing sphere of energy began to form at its tip.

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The audience murmured in confusion.

"What's Hun Dan doing?" one asked. "Hun Xiu's attack is almost ready, and he's just standing there?"

"Does he plan to catch the blade with his bare hands?" another joked.

Hun Tianlin, observing from the platform, sneered. "Bare hands? Against Hun Xiu? He's dreaming. The poor guy is probably too scared to even think about resisting."

As Hun Xiu's sword ball grew larger, radiating destructive power, Hun Dan's face paled. His legs trembled, and his voice wavered as he tried to call out again.

But no words came.

The wooden sword now held the might to decimate everything in its path.

Hun Dan's fate seemed sealed.

(Poor guy.)