The young man in front of him had red eyes and red hair, his build was burly yet his face was pale, giving Xiao Yifei an indescribable sense of crisis, as if he could easily manipulate the aura in his eyes. Under the red-eyed boy's gaze, Xiao Yifei suddenly felt as if his whole body was on fire, burning uncomfortably.

"He is from the Xiao Family," Zhang Po whispered to Xiao Yifei with his head lowered.

Only then did Xiao Yifei notice that the young man in front of him was wearing the Xiao Family's fiery red robe, but unlike the others, the young man's robe was embroidered with the same Xiao Family totem as the one on Xiao Zhentian's clothing.

"What happened just now, it was you two, wasn't it?" the young man finally spoke, his voice indifferent yet causing both of them to shudder.

"Damn, I didn't expect to be discovered so soon," Xiao Yifei thought to himself as he began to think rapidly, preparing to devise a way to escape.

Meanwhile, Zhang Po was standing ready with his sword drawn, his eyes showing no sign of retreat.

Seeing the two of them tense up, the young man suddenly laughed and said to them, "Don't be in such a hurry, I won't tell my dad about this. I'll meet you two in the finals, and let your team take the field together. It's not your time to die yet, don't be so eager to send yourselves to death. Enjoy the last bit of air you have; I wonder if you can save yourselves by then."

After speaking, the young man turned and left, without caring about Xiao Yifei and Zhang Po who were left looking at each other in astonishment. As he was leaving, the young man suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back for a self-introduction: "Oh, by the way, my name is Xiao Jukun, your opponent in the finals and the champion of previous tournaments."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yifei was shocked, his whole body shaking.

"He's a descendant of the Xiao Family!"

"Let's head back first," Zhang Po said, seeing that the immediate danger had passed. He quickly sheathed his great sword, supporting Xiao Yifei back to the rest area.

"You're back," Chang Wei, who had been waiting here for quite some time, said. Seeing that the two had not returned after executing their plan, he thought something had happened but was afraid that leaving the rest area without warning would draw the attention of the Xiao Family, so he could only stay hoping they were okay.

"Yes, we're back. I need to rest," Xiao Yifei said. Clearly fatigued, he immediately sat cross-legged to recover the energy he had expended earlier.

Meanwhile, Zhang Po recounted the incident with Xiao Jukun to Chang Wei.

"What? You've been discovered by the Xiao Family's descendant?" Chang Wei gasped in shock, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Zhang Po reassured him, "It's okay, he has made it clear that he doesn't intend to inform his family. On the contrary, he hopes we can make it to the finals to fight him. However, I'm still very concerned about Xiao Zhentian. He must have known someone was up to something when it happened, but he didn't act during the competition, which means that after the tournament ends, he and the Xiao Family will definitely take action."

"After the competition? You mean..."

"Yes, tonight!"

Meanwhile, the Long Hand Clan team and the Poison Manor ladies had already left the stage. The Xiao Family quickly repaired the stone pillars Zhang Po had cut down, and Xiao Zhentian announced the next round of the competition.

"The fifth round of matches, Team Six versus Team Eight. Representatives from both sides, please come to the arena."

"It's the match with the clay monsters Qing Hong mentioned," Chang Wei said. Since Xiao Yifei was still resting and unable to move, they decided to watch the clay monsters' match there, planning their strategy for the night once Xiao Yifei had recovered.

Team Six was the clay monster team introduced by Qing Hong, while their opponents, Team Eight, was a relatively unknown but strong team. Even though they were strong, they weren't on Xiao Yifei's focus list, so it seemed this match was already a foregone conclusion.

After Xiao Zhentian convened the teams, the representatives from both sides stepped onto the platform.

Clearly, both teams were rather upright compared to the Poison Manor ladies who made excessive demands, choosing to adhere to the original tournament rules.

Following the earlier incident, Xiao Zhentian seemed to have lost interest in hosting the tournament, eager to get through the day so he could bring those troublemaking youths to justice in the evening.

After the contestants stepped onto the platform, seeing Xiao Zhentian not making any moves, they had no choice but to signal each other and begin preparing for the match. Xiao Zhentian awkwardly retreated from the Martial Arts Arena.

The match began, with the clay monster representative being a trendily dressed young man with a whip. Zhang Po noticed the man was carrying a bunch of strange pouches on his waist.

Meanwhile, the representative for Team Eight was a conventional martial artist in a combat suit. He appeared handsome, stood steadily, and seemed about eighteen years old.

As both sides signaled, the clay monsters' representative moved first, reaching into a pouch and fumbling around, seemingly pinching something. Team Eight's representative found the action bizarre and was unsure how to respond, maintaining a defensive stance, waiting for his opponent to charge.

Soon, the clay monster's representative seemed satisfied with his work, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he pulled out a bird-shaped piece of clay from the pouch, scrutinizing it in his palm.

"Not bad, you'll do," the clay monster's representative said just as his opponent realized something was amiss and tried to retreat. But it was too late; the former leaped forward, hurling the clay.

The bird-shaped clay, as if coming to life, flapped its wings twice and flew towards the opponent.

Seeing the opponent's lengthy preparation culminate in a palm-sized bird, Team Eight's representative was infuriated, thinking, "You underestimate me," and promptly unleashed a straightforward boxing technique towards the bird.

"This clueless boy has lost," Zhang Po observed clearly from below. The bird crafted by the clay monster seemed small but hid great energy inside, a terrifying secret even Zhang Po dared not underestimate. Clearly, Team Eight's representative lacked the skill to detect the Qi within the bird.

Seeing his opponent meet the clay without retreating, the clay monster's representative revealed a mocking smile.

"Experience the art of explosion! Fly, C4 Bird!"

At the clay monster's command, Team Eight's representative charged up and met the bird, resulting in an enormous explosion.

BOOM! A colossal explosion produced a small mushroom cloud over the Martial Arts Arena, obscuring the audience's view with thick smoke.

When the smoke cleared, Zhang Po vaguely saw a figure standing proudly, evidently waiting for the match's outcome. It was the clay monsters' representative.

The opponent from Team Eight had been blown off the platform by the explosion, landing outside. Fortunately, he had acted swiftly, realizing the explosive energy in the bird as he made contact, defensively pushing back with all his might to dodge the impact.

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