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"Down he goes! Si Liyuan has fallen! As expected of the renowned Martial Arts World\'s Four Elements move, under Dragon and Tiger Strike Together, no one can withstand the power of the dragon\'s bite and the tiger\'s pounce. It\'s a pity for competitor Si Liyuan..."

In the competitors\' lounge, watching the screen and listening to the commentary resounding in his ears, Xue Jing nodded.

"The Four Symbols Shadowy Spirit School is somewhat interesting."

The Four Symbols Shadowy Spirit School that Ji Huaiyu had cultivated was a school with similarities to the Hidden Dragon School, also one that practiced \'Shape Imitation\' by Meditative Visualization of powerful creatures.

However, unlike Hidden Dragon School\'s principle of \'Both Body and Mind as Dragon,\' the Four Symbols Shadowy Spirit School emphasized spirit over body and did not have the Hidden Dragon School\'s domineering intent of transforming oneself into a dragon with \'Hidden Dragon in the Body, Nourishing Dragon in the Heart.\' Instead, it held the Four Elements Divine Beasts in high regard, worshipping them within one\'s heart, borrowing the power of the \'spirit within the heart\' when making a move.

In fact, to be precise, it\'s not so much \'Shape Imitation\' as it is \'Divine Striking.\'

"Ji Huaiyu... this person is one of the most eye-catching genius competitors from the Outer Ring this year and has even attracted the attention of the top clubs from the Inner Ring, with the intention of bringing him into their circle."

Jiang Siwei, sitting beside him with a notebook, was writing something in it while speaking.

"There are even rumors that the Secret Martial Society had approached him too."

Xue Jing looked at her, puzzled: "The Secret Martial Society?"

Jiang Siwei: "You don\'t know? Hmm... It\'s a very famous yet mysterious organization within the martial arts circle, just like the \'Skull Club\' or \'Mutual Aid Society.\'"

"Rumor has it that the Secret Martial Society was established by a major figure currently living in Cangting for a certain purpose when he was young."

"Although that major figure has since distanced himself from the Secret Martial Society, the organization has been preserved and passed down to the present day."

"What the Secret Martial Society actually is and its purpose are unknown to anyone except its members. It\'s very mysterious, but those contacted and absorbed by the Secret Martial Society are without exception martial artists of exceptional talent and potential."

Jiang Siwei whispered: "Although it\'s not very credible, there are rumors that this organization possesses the power to overturn nations."

Xue Jing noncommittally: "Hmm...sounds pretty impressive."

Jiang Siwei looked at her ladies\' watch on her wrist and reminded him: "Little Jing, there are fifteen minutes left in the halftime break before it\'s your turn to go on stage."

Xue Jing picked up his phone to check the time as well.

[16:39]

Twenty-one minutes until five o\'clock in the afternoon.

"Hmm...should be enough time."

Xue Jing put away his phone and picked up the Crouching Rabbit Sword next to him.

"By the way, who am I fighting again?" he wondered aloud.

Jiang Siwei smiled wryly: "You\'ve really paid no attention to your opponent... It\'s Gu Hongding from Kunqing Club, a very rare \'Battlefield Faction\' Martial Artist."

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow: "What\'s that?"

Jiang Siwei explained: "In simple terms, it means using any means necessary... You\'ll understand when you see him."

Soon, a call from the staff echoed from outside the door.

"Competitor Xue Jing, Competitor Xue Jing, please get ready for your performance!"

Xue Jing wasn\'t sure if it was his imagination, but this time, the staff\'s voice sounded much more cautious and respectful than on the day of his first appearance.

Xue Jing nodded and said, "I\'m off then, Wei."

Jiang Siwei smiled: "Go on, may your martial fortune prosper~"

...

In another competitor\'s rest room.

"Eh, I\'m fighting Xue Jing? For real..."

Gu Hongding, a stocky and slightly overweight bald man with a general\'s belly, was sitting on a chair, scratching his smooth head.

He looked over at his friend Deng Jizhou, who was also a competing contestant:

"Old Zhou, don\'t you know divination? Can you divine my fate? Is my luck strong today?"

Deng Jizhou, with long hair and dressed in a black martial arts uniform, shrugged and said:

"Already divined. As hard as titanium."

Gu Hongding breathed a sigh of relief: "That\'s good."

Then he started putting on a full coverage, antique-styled armor made of titanium next to him.

The scales gleamed metallic under the lighting, exuding an overwhelming sense of solidity.

"You really have no shame, Old Gu."

Deng Jizhou looked at him speechlessly.

"What do you know, we from the Battlefield Faction have always been like this. This isn\'t about having no shame; it\'s purely a characteristic of our school!"

Gu Hongding banged on his chest armor twice with satisfaction and nodded.

"Damn, my opponent is that Xue Jing... You saw it with your own eyes too."

"Without this gear, I wouldn\'t dare to step on stage to fight him... I don\'t want to end up like Li Chengxuan, with a body full of flesh gouged out."

"To tell the truth, even though I only saw him make a move once, I could basically tell his strength is not on the same level as ours."

"Us from the Battlefield Faction always prioritize survival... To think I have to fight an opponent who I clearly can\'t beat, sigh."

Gu Hongding sighed.

Deng Jizhou smiled and responded:

"But you didn\'t concede defeat, nor did you run away. Instead, you\'re seriously preparing, right?"

His eyes showed a hint of pride.

"Go on, Old Gu, the anthem of humanity is a hymn of courage, and although you\'re shameless, you\'re a brave hard man."

"Fight on, I think you can win."