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Wei Junwu stepped down from the arena with his arms hanging limply, sporting several new bloody holes, and approached the competitors' viewing area with a pained expression:

"Zhou Yinglin hasn't weakened at all, huh? I thought maybe his morale was shattered by Old Xue, and perhaps I'd have a chance..."

Yin Muhu glanced at him.

"Shattered by Xue, it's only a problem when facing him. As for you..."

Wei Junwu: "Can't you just let it go, Shady Girl!"

With an involuntary retort, Yin Muhu said, "Who's your sister."

Wei Junwu's gaze then turned to Xue Jing, saying, "Old Xue, I get the feeling Zhou Yinglin came prepared, knowing full well the gap in strength between you two, he still didn't drop out of the competition. Moreover, he seems to be quite stable mentally, he must be relying on something..."

"Sigh, I hardly managed to maim him for you, and to think his wounds recovered in just one day; these medical resources are truly enviable... If opponents are of the same level, the side with such medical support has an excessive advantage, it's simply unfair..."

As they chit-chatted, the competition continued.

The second match was Song Nanxing versus Chen Chao, with Song Nanxing winning and Chen Chao being eliminated after two consecutive losses.

The third match saw Otogirusu facing Li Miao, with Otogirusu winning and Li Miao eliminated after two consecutive losses.

Seeing this result, Wei Junwu began to scratch his head.

There was no question about the fourth match. Huang Lu, who had lost to him the day before, was going up against Xue Jing. Randomly interview any dog by the roadside, and the dog would bark twice to affirm that Xue Jing was sure to win.

This meant that Song Nanxing, Otogirusu, and Xue Jing all had two consecutive victories, advancing directly to the semifinals.

The last remaining spot would have to be contested between him and Zhou Yinglin, both with one win and one loss... which meant he had to face Zhou Yinglin in another round.

"...Welcome back to the U19 Finals Top Eight, I'm your host, Tao Xingshou!"

The commentator's voice blared through the speakers across the venue.

"After the previous three matches, two contenders have advanced to the semifinals, and now..." Stay connected through empire

His words were quickly drowned out by the overwhelming cheers of the audience.

First, there was a huge cheer, then, gradually, from soft to loud, they rhythmically started chanting a name.

"Xue Jing! Xue Jing! Xue Jing!..."

Initially, the voices were disordered, each shouting their own, but as spectators coordinated rhythmically, the shouts became louder and more unified.

"Xue Jing! Xue Jing! Xue Jing!..."

Eventually, the cheers were so loud, they could be likened to a tsunami, each one nearly overwhelming the venue.

This unprecedented level of support, the one-sided shouting from two hundred thousand spectators, could make any less concentrated competitor's legs wobble while making the supported contestant's blood surge with Dynamic Qi.

That's why home-field advantage is so important in any public sporting event.

However, Xue Jing simply stood in the competitors' viewing area with an indifferent face, his hands resting on the now-repaired railings.

Just as the support for Zhou Yinglin didn't affect him earlier, he remained unfazed now.

The voices from outside, be they supportive or disparaging, held no significance for him.

He turned and walked towards the backstage to the preparatory area, getting ready for his entrance.

The guide staff had been waiting at the entrance for quite a while, and when they saw Xue Jing coming, they immediately bowed respectfully and said:

"Competitor Xue Jing, please follow me..."

...

"...We can all hear it; the enthusiasm of the audience here is truly unparalleled."

After the chants gradually subsided, the announcer's voice rang out, astonished.

"It seems everyone's expectations for the upcoming contestant are maxed out..."

"So without further ado, let's welcome the contestant to the stage! First, please welcome—Chen Chao!"

From the competitor's passage, a young figure slowly appeared.

Loud applause erupted from the audience.

However... the reason for the applause was more consoling than supportive.

It was like commending a hero who knew he was destined to die but still went to challenge the Great Demon King.

"Good luck, Mr. Huang!"

"Even touching the hem of Demon King Xue's garment is a victory!"

"Hope the guy's okay."

"Looks like his hands are shaking..."

"You'd be shaking too if you were facing Demon King Xue. Who knows which part he might rip off..."

"Honestly, it takes a lot of courage for Huang Lu not to forfeit directly and to still stand up there; he's probably already scared the pee out of himself..."

Huang Lu slowly went to stand in the middle of the ring, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

If he could forfeit, he would have done so already...

The problem was, in martial arts competitions, forfeiting without fighting would label one as a coward, an act worthy of being nailed to the pillar of shame.

Especially for a competitor like him who had signed with a club, if his personal brand value were damaged, it would hurt the club's interests, and he'd have to pay a hefty breach of contract fee.

He had discussed with his club whether he could forfeit, given how frightening the methods of Demon King Xue were.

But he was still pushed into it by the club.

Now his heart was pounding, simply hoping that Demon King Xue might show a bit of mercy and leave him with an intact body, not missing any arms or legs...

"...Huang Lu appears to be not in the best condition, didn't he get enough rest yesterday?"

The commentator's voice came through, tactfully coming up with an excuse for Huang Lu.

"This won't be good at all, because the opponent he's about to face is an entity that seems impossible to defeat, even if one is fully prepared..."