"Congratulations on becoming the Champion. Do you plan to defend your title, or will you take the prize money and leave?" the host asked as he stepped forward.

"Defend the title!" Yang Qi’s voice was calm. He hadn’t come here to win money; he was here to send a warning to the True Martial White Tower. He hoped they would feel the pressure and join forces with the Black Wolf Sect. That way, it would save him the trouble of seeking them out one by one.

The plan is progressing very smoothly. The Black Wolf Sect should be panicking by now.

"I’m here to challenge you!"

A tall man leaped up from the preparation area. He held a long sword and his breathing was steady; he was clearly a master of the sword.

"Make your move!" Yang Qi beckoned. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Hmph!" The man felt underestimated. He flicked his long sword, which thrust toward Yang Qi like a venomous snake. His swordsmanship was deceptive. Perhaps he thought Yang Qi wouldn’t be able to block it.

Unfortunately for him, Yang Qi didn’t need to block.

Yang Qi seemed to have predicted his opponent’s every move, closing the distance with exquisite footwork. Then, with a single palm strike, he blasted the man off the platform.

This sword master was slightly stronger than the previous Zhang Han but was still only a Fifth Rank Great Grandmaster—nothing to worry about.

"How impressive!"

Yang Qi’s performance elicited cheers from the crowd, but to him, it was utterly dull.

Two consecutive victories!

Three consecutive victories!

Four consecutive victories!

...

Eight consecutive victories!

Nine consecutive victories!

Using nothing but his own agility and strength, Yang Qi had easily secured nine victories.

However, he felt nothing about it. His aim was a hundred victories, and he still had a long way to go.

"Wang Teng, you always say this kid is strong, but I don’t see anything special about him. I’ll beat him until he yelps like a dog! Even if I can’t beat Ye Feng, do you think I can’t deal with this kid?" Yan Duo sneered, leaping into the air and heading for the platform. Someone else, of course, would pay his entry fee.

"A boy from the Yan Family?"

On the ninety-ninth floor were ten private rooms for those who preferred to watch in secret, though the fee was exorbitant.

A voice emerged from one of these rooms.

Sitting inside was the young prince of the Jingnan Royal Mansion, accompanied by two others who were also experts from the mansion, serving as his bodyguards.

The young prince was dressed impeccably, not only in luxurious but also elegant clothes. Combined with his handsome face, he was the dream husband for countless women in Jingnan Prefecture.

"That Yan Duo isn’t bad. As the successor of the Yan Family, he has also reached the Realm of a Fifth Rank Great Grandmaster. It’s fine to let him test the boy," a middle-aged man commented.

"Is this Yang Qi *that* Yang Qi?" the young prince suddenly asked.

"I believe he’s from Kang City," the middle-aged man replied.

"Hmm, I see. So, Kang City’s number one master comes to the Provincial City, dreaming of becoming number one here as well? Isn’t he underestimating the heroes of the world? Although Yan Duo is nothing extraordinary, his methods are formidable—at least stronger than those who showed up earlier. I hope he doesn’t lose; otherwise, it would be boring." The young prince smiled, leaned back, and started scrolling through his phone.

The young prince probably didn’t know what had happened at the Black Wolf Hotel. After all, the incident had just occurred when Yang Qi came over, and he’d had the Lei Tingjun temporarily block the news. It was perfectly normal that the young prince of the Jingnan Royal Mansion was unaware.

"Did you come up here to get beaten up?" Yang Qi looked at Yan Duo and laughed.

I remember that day at the Thunder City Hotel. Yan Duo was forced to kneel, and he looked so vexed. But he never actually got a beating, which always bugged me a little. I felt Ye Feng was far too lenient. What’s the point of just making someone kneel? He needed a good thrashing. I guess the heavens were listening after all, sending this kid right to me to get beaten.

Yan Duo was enraged. Yang Qi’s words were clearly belittling him. On what grounds did he assume he couldn’t win?

"My Yan Family is one of the Four Doors and Six Families, after all. Do you think we don’t have an inherited Divine Skill? Prepare for defeat!"

Yan Duo could be considered strong, at least in the eyes of others. The long sword in his hands shot forth, transforming into a sky full of sword shadows. Unfortunately, it was all show and no substance. Or rather, it was only ineffective because he was facing Yang Qi.

Yang Qi sneered and simply lifted his hand. Amidst the multitude of sword shadows, his two fingers caught Yan Duo’s sword. CRACK! He shattered the blade.

What followed was Yang Qi’s time to vent. He sealed Yan Duo’s mouth with ice, making it impossible for him to surrender. The result was a one-sided beating that left Yan Duo rolling and crawling on the platform, unable to utter a sound.

Finally, feeling he’d had enough, Yang Qi kicked Yan Duo flying off the platform. "Next time you dare to disrespect me, I’ll beat you every time I see you."

Ten consecutive wins!

This earned him a ten-minute rest period, during which he was not allowed to leave the platform.

In the VIP room, the young prince’s eyelids drooped, and he looked drowsy. "Up to now, this person hasn’t shown any particularly dazzling abilities. If this is the extent of his true capabilities, then ten consecutive wins will be his limit."

"The young prince is right. After ten consecutive wins, his challengers will be much stronger. If this is all he’s capable of, then this is as far as he goes," a middle-aged man said with a smile. "Should we have someone target him?"

"Target him? There’s no need for that. If he can make it to twenty consecutive wins, find someone to go up and play with him. Don’t pick anyone too strong, though. It would spoil the fun if we scare him away," the young prince said with a laugh.

Ten minutes later, the battles continued, and Yang Qi easily reached nineteen consecutive wins.

Many thought that as his opponents grew stronger, Yang Qi would have to change his fighting style. But to their disappointment, his method remained the same. He won with ease every single time, leading many to believe that the True Martial White Tower was throwing the matches.

"Young Prince, you called for me?"

Inside the VIP room, a man in his thirties bowed.

"You’re a Seventh Rank Great Grandmaster, right?" the young prince asked.

"Yes!"

"Good. When he’s about to reach thirty consecutive wins, go up and fight him. Don’t bully him too much; just teach him a lesson," the young prince said with a smile. "I want to show this bumpkin from Kang City that Thunder City is not a place where he can run wild."

Soon, he reached twenty consecutive wins without causing a ripple.

After another ten-minute rest, Yang Qi sailed smoothly to twenty-nine consecutive wins.

At this point, the Seventh Rank Great Grandmaster arranged by the young prince finally made his move.

When he appeared on the platform, the crowd cheered.

"The Butcher with Bloody Hands! It’s actually him! He’s one of the aces of the True Martial White Tower, said to be unmatched by anyone below the Seventh Rank Great Grandmaster! None of his opponents have ever left this platform alive. The guy is utterly brutal and domineering. It looks like the True Martial White Tower is finally getting serious!" The crowd erupted with excitement.

After all, the previous fights had been too boring. They were just Yang Qi completely steamrolling his opponents.