That green elixir was a Rejuvenation Pill, the most potent restorative elixir. Shi Xuan was in the habit of refining some and carrying them with him, just in case.

Xiao Leng felt a surge of energy rising from his dantian, gradually gathering his dissipating spiritual power.

But that's all.

Once everything calmed down, he felt that there was not much difference from before the treatment; he was still in unbearable pain and could not store spiritual energy.

If there is any progress, it is completely imperceptible.

Xiao Leng looked at Shi Xuan with some confusion.

Just then, a voice announced from the other side: "Next match, Round Face versus Ling Yun."

Shi Xuan had lingered here for so long that she almost forgot about the competition, and now it was almost her turn to take the stage.

"You stay here for now, I'll be back at the same time tomorrow!" she hurriedly said before running off. The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances; her behavior—running away after failing to provide a cure—made her seem even more like a con artist!

The competition was nearing its end, and Shi Xuan still had time to bet a thousand high-grade spirit stones on himself.

The schedule stone tablet indicated that Round Face, a Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator, would face Ling Yun, a Qi Refining Level 9 cultivator—the skill gap was even wider. Furthermore, everyone who placed bets witnessed Round Face's performance yesterday; she barely managed to defeat Iron Blade. How could she possibly have a chance of winning against the much stronger Ling Yun today?

When Xuan placed her bet at the last minute, very few people were betting on her.

When Shi Xuan took out a thousand high-grade spirit stones, the cultivator who had processed her application frowned, thinking to himself that this little girl was going to throw in all the spirit stones she had won yesterday. This was no way to save face.

Ling Yun's cultivation level was two minor ranks higher than hers, making victory virtually impossible. However, their work didn't allow them to offer suggestions to guests, so he could only process her paperwork with a sense of regret.

As expected, they still weren't favored, Shi Xuan thought happily, secretly hoping that everyone would always have such good judgment in the future.

Soon it was time for the scheduled show, and we entered through the same entrance as yesterday.

Unlike the rugged and powerful iron blade from yesterday, Ling Yun was a slender and graceful sword cultivator dressed in white, the most popular "immortal" attire among cultivators these days.

His face was cold and composed, and he showed no change in expression when he saw Shi Xuan opposite him.

As soon as the opening gong sounded, he hastily bowed and charged forward with his sword.

Lingyun's sword is fast and light. When it attacks, it makes people feel as if they are enveloped by the sword light, making it impossible to defend against.

But his opponent today is Shi Xuan—a powerful evasive expert with strong spiritual sense.

Ling Yun then discovered that no matter how fast his sword moves were, the round-faced woman opposite him could always dodge them without serious injury. Although she was always staggering and looked like she was about to be defeated at any moment.

Every time a dangerous moment came, the spectators in the stands would silently chant, "We can't escape it! We can't escape it!" However, things didn't go as planned. Although each time they were in grave danger, at the last minute, Round Face always managed to escape unscathed.

Her luck seems to be ridiculously good.

Only a few people secretly wondered if the round-faced man was some kind of hidden master. But upon closer inspection, they quickly dismissed the idea, thinking, "He doesn't seem like it at all."

Another extremely dangerous horizontal slash struck, and Shi Xuan seemed unable to dodge it, forced to fall to the ground, wildly swinging his spirit sword to block.

Unexpectedly, this chaotic and haphazard blocking struck Ling Yun's sword hilt, knocking his spirit sword away!

Shi Xuan was still rolling on the ground. Ling Yun, disregarding the spirit sword that had slipped from his grasp, pressed his advantage and struck Shi Xuan on the ground with a palm.

As expected, Shi Xuan was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the back by his palm, causing a trace of blood to seep from the corner of his mouth.

The audience sat bolt upright, tense and expectant of Round Face's defeat. Only if she lost could they win their bet!

But to everyone's surprise, after being struck by a palm, the round-faced man did not fall to the ground as people expected. Instead, he unintentionally swept his leg, forcing Ling Yun back two steps, and struggled to stand up again.

The situation has now become that of Lingyun, who is empty-handed, and Yuanlian, who is holding a sword.

Despite the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth and her exhaustion, she still had a sword.

Ling Yun's eyes remained bright and full of fighting spirit.

Without pausing, he pressed forward. It was clear that after taking a blow, the round-faced man's reaction was noticeably slower than before. He dodged left and right, sometimes unable to dodge and forced to block, appearing to be at a disadvantage.

However, Shi Xuan felt quite good at this moment.

The Sacred Bone Technique does not require the penetrating power to be applied to any specific part of the body. This technique will evenly harden all the bones. If the first level is mastered, one can achieve "Iron Bones." The subsequent levels are Golden Bones, Jade Bones, and Sacred Bones. Unfortunately, this technique is incomplete, and the Jade Bones and Sacred Bones parts are missing.

The audience's hearts have been in their throats since the beginning. This round-faced woman looks like she could lose at any moment, but half an hour has passed and she is still struggling to hold on.

On one half of the free stands, two people who had just come to watch exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't that the scammer who was treating Xiao Leng in the trading area just now?"

That round face was very distinctive. How did she go from a pill cultivator to a sword cultivator again? And she looked so unsteady and exhausted. She said she would come back at the same time tomorrow to give Xiao Leng a second treatment. If she gets beaten to death on stage, what tomorrow will there be?

They're still waiting to see what happens tomorrow.

So the two of them also became nervous—winning or losing didn't matter, as long as they didn't get killed.

But looking at the crowd around them, every time the round-faced man escaped danger, a sigh of disappointment would be heard. The two cultivators from the trading area secretly thought to themselves, "A swindler is a swindler, and the voices of the crowd can prove it."

The fierce battle continued, and as the duel time drew near, Ling Yun grew increasingly impatient, his attacks becoming faster and more ruthless. After Shi Xuan was forced to roll on the ground once more, he leaped into the air and delivered a powerful kick.

Just as Shi Xuan was about to be hit, and the audience thought she couldn't dodge it anymore, Shi Xuan suddenly curled up and folded her head and legs together.

Lingyun's leg fell from the air, landing heavily on the ground next to her neck.

Just then, before the audience's disappointed boos had subsided, Shi Xuan suddenly flipped over and casually swung his sword backward with his right hand, which pierced deeply into Ling Yun's thigh.

"Ah!" Ling Yun's brows furrowed in pain, and he could no longer maintain his cold expression.

Shi Xuan didn't even turn his head, but raised his hand and drew his sword again. Blood gushed from Ling Yun's thigh, staining a large area of ​​the arena red.

Shi Xuan, who caused all of this, seemed to only just realize what was happening. He was clearly stunned for a moment before suddenly reacting, raising his sword and rushing forward to knock Ling Yun to the ground. Then, he kicked his opponent off the fighting platform.

Round Face won again! Although she was so exhausted after winning that she sat down on the stage and couldn't stand up for a long time.

"What is that?!" "Ugh!" "Trash!" Curses echoed from the stands.