Amidst the cheers, Song Xia walked onto the stage. She knew she was just a tool for these people to gamble, but she didn't care.

Today's opponent was different from the usual burly ones; instead, he was slender like her. She immediately realized that this person might be more troublesome than the previous ones.

But she did not back down at all; instead, she rushed out like a ghost after the bell rang.

Her male opponent did not underestimate her because she was a woman; his movements were as swift as the wind, making him difficult to predict.

Both of them were extremely fast. If it weren't for the slow-motion video on the big screen, it would have been almost impossible to see their movements clearly. It looked like one of them was attacking and the other was dodging, but in just two minutes, they had already exchanged two blows.

The atmosphere at the scene was ignited. Roger and his men, who had just entered, all looked serious. Roger chuckled and said, "Do you still think women are no good?"

His expression shifted slightly: "I admit I was being narrow-minded, but how did she do it? That man was fast enough, but I think she was even faster, and her movements were even more ghostly."

“Your feeling is right, her fighting style is very interesting, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.” Roger paused. “Have you heard a legend?”

"Boss, are you talking about those reclusive families? The legendary martial arts masters with ancient Chinese bloodlines? Aren't these people supposed to be very proud and rarely appear in the world? How come they've been reduced to fighting in underground boxing rings?"

Rogge scoffed: "What family would choose to live in seclusion for generations? It's just that their strength has declined, forcing them to disappear from the public eye. No matter how powerful ancient martial arts are, can they compare to modern high technology?"

"But the tone of your voice just now...didn't you seem to admire this woman?"

“I admire her, but that doesn’t mean I have no prejudice against those so-called reclusive legends. Her prowess is undeniable, not just based on boasting. Look, she’s transformed from a fist to a palm technique. That’s interesting.”

Her subordinates exclaimed in disbelief, "How did she do that? She looks so slow, yet her opponent seems to be completely restrained."

"This is probably a fighting technique that uses slowness to overcome speed. This trip was definitely worthwhile."

At the same time, the audience witnessed the most unpredictable fight in history. Song Xia's movements were so swift and unpredictable that only her opponents felt powerless against her.

Both were agile fighters, and this was the first time the man had felt so troubled. He was usually the one who used speed and agility to outmaneuver others, but today he was the one being outmaneuvered, and before long even his breathing became disordered.

"You're very good." The man didn't give up easily, but instead changed his fighting style just like Song Xia.

But Song Xia is least afraid of change. In Xiao Ling's system space, she learns and practices almost every day. With her experience in various worlds as a foundation, who could have more experience than her?

However, for his opponent, he had initially used his best techniques, but after changing his approach, he became less agile and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

"I concede." Unlike other fighters who insist on fighting to the death, he had a better mentality and cut his losses in time. Losing wealth might just mean a harder life on Fog Star, but losing his life means he really has nothing left.

However, the audience was very dissatisfied with his attitude, and boos gradually rose. Some even climbed over the fence and wanted to attack him. This is why the contestant had to pay the price for admitting defeat. After all, the audience members who came to watch were not simple people, and they would not let someone who did not satisfy them live a good life.

"Boss, should we bring her to see you?"

“No need.” Roger waved his hand, uninterested in watching the farce unfold. “Let me know next time when she’s on stage.”

"Should we arrange a few contestants specifically for her?"

“Just follow the usual rules. Now that she’s on Mist Star, we’re not worried about her not competing. If she can’t even get past the first five rounds, it just proves that her movement technique isn’t anything special.” Roger paused. “But I have high hopes for her.”

After the fight, Song Xia moved to a better place to live, but the mute nanny was still the one taking care of her.

After that, she had three days to rest, so she asked the man, Lei Jie, to take her out to see the nearby orphanage.

"You'd better not get your hopes up. Most of the orphans on Mist Star are found on the battlefield, and we haven't kept track of how many orphans die each year."

Song Xia said calmly, "We should at least give it a try."

She knew in her heart that Ye'er must be on Wuxing, and she understood that even after finding him, she couldn't get close to him immediately, but she still wanted to look for him first.

However, even she herself did not expect that the search would go so smoothly, and she saw a familiar figure at the first orphanage.

Looking at the boy who was eating silently with a thin face, she held back her emotions and said, "They have to fight for food? From what I've observed, Fog Star doesn't seem to be poor."

Reggie chuckled, “This is a pirate’s den, not the capital planet of the Federation. Fog Star doesn’t support idlers. They will all be pirates from now on, so they have to adapt to a cruel life from a young age.”

Song Xia's heart tightened. Ye'er had changed so much. How much suffering had he endured?

"What if some of the orphans we take back are descendants of the Federation Legion? Aren't you afraid they'll betray Mist Star when they grow up?"

Lei Jie gave her a mysterious smile: "The Fog Sea Pirates have grown so powerful, we naturally have our own methods. Have you found your child yet?"

“No.” Song Xia looked away from her son. “Can you take me to another orphanage tomorrow? Didn’t you say there were about ten places like Wuxing?”

"I don't have time tomorrow. You already have the pass to Fog Star, so go by yourself. Just don't cause any trouble, and don't miss the second fight in two days. But I still suggest you train first. Once you win five consecutive matches, you can find him however you want. But if you lose, even if you find your own son, you won't be able to take him with you."

Song Xia said firmly, "I will find my son, and I will not lose the competition."

She turned and left, unaware of Ling Wenye's lingering gaze on her back as he quickly finished his meal.

"What are you looking at, Song Ye?"

Song Ye quietly washed the dishes: "Nothing, are we going to the fighting arena later?"

"You go every day, don't you get tired?"

"I'm not tired, I want to become stronger."

"What a freak." Despite his companion's insults, he still stayed by his side.

Song Ye then asked, "Do you know who the man and woman who just came over were?"

"The man is a member of the pirate crew, in charge of the fighting arena. I don't know about the woman; she might be his companion."

"I don't think so."

"What doesn't seem like it? Song Ye, we often have people coming here, why are you suddenly concerned about these things today?"

Song Ye didn't mention the strange feeling in his heart, but simply replied, "Just asking. Let's go."