The Immortal's Wine Store

The next day, everyone went towards the venue of the martial arts competition. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as the crowd waited for the contest to begin.

Suddenly, the overseer of the competition came flying through the air in his flying carpet. He surveyed everyone as he loudly announced. "Good morning, everyone! Today, we will continue the one versus one battle for the remaining 64 participants. I request all the participants to prepare for the next drawing of lots!"

One by one, the contestants came forward. Some of them had uneasy looks, while others had confident expressions.

"Look! Young Master Liu is here!"

"So Young Master Liu only avoided a large crowd to hide. I can't blame him though. His uncles must be planning to assassinate him!"

"They do, but they would never dare do that while contest is still ongoing. His Majesty has already issued his warning and they would be seeking death if they harm Young Master Liu here."

Most of the crowd shifted their gazes to Liu Mengdi. Everyone could see the same carefree smile hanging on his face. It was as if no one was after his life.

Liu Mengdi glanced at the participants. Each of them was strong in their own right and none of there were easy to deal with. However, he was surprised that there were actually a few 3rd-rank Crusaders who had survived until this round. And the most shocking thing was that they were wearing the same set of clothes. That means, all those 3rd-rank Crusaders came from the same sect!

"I think they are the youths who came with Wine Master Jiu. Are they Wine Master Jiu's disciples?" Liu Mengdi suddenly became curious about them.

It must be noted that almost all that remained were 4th-rank Knight Crusaders, so it was truly surprising how some 3rd-rank Crusaders were able to survive until now.

"Their strength should not be ordinary. I think they are even stronger than most of the 4th-rank Knight Crusaders here. Wine Master Jiu, I admire you even more now..." Liu Mengdi then eyed the other contestants and his gaze was glued to the three members of his Liu Family.

He knew who they were. They were the sons of his three uncles!

Looking at them, the eyes of Liu Mengdi became icy-cold and he did not even bother to conceal his killing intent.

The three youths sensed his piercing gaze and they immediately glanced in his direction. When they discovered that it was Liu Mengdi, their eyes flashed with a hint of horror. They had always bullied Liu Mengdi since they were young, but looking at it now, they did not even dare to look straight in his eyes!

After a few more minutes, the drawing of lots was concluded and the first 8 pairs were called to come up on their battle platforms.

Xiao Hua versus Beiming Lin

Han Sen versus Mu Ta

Dante Silveria versus Xue Erlang

...

Xiao Hua's opponent was the same guy that fought with Yang Zenke in the battle royale yesterday. She did not have a good impression of this young man because of his conceited attitude.

"Young Miss, please be lenient with me." Beiming Lin smiled in a gentlemanly manner. He was enchanted by Xiao Hua's beautiful face. He likes her icy temperament and cool bearing.

Hmph!

Xiao Hua did not reply and she merely snorted at him. She was already at the peak stage of the 4th-rank Knight Crusader and her opponent was only at the early stage of the 4th-rank Knight Crusader. She was confident that she could beat him in less than five moves.

Beiming Lin could sense Xiao Hua's contempt and this made him feel slightly embarrassed. Since when was he treated like this by a woman?

Shing!

Xiao Hua unsheathed her sword and she did not even give Beiming Lin the time to gather his composure as she slashed out her sword, producing countless flakes of ice around their battle platform.

Beiming Lin felt freezingly cold and his movements seemed to have become slower. This made him feel deeply afraid. He hastily lifted his sword to block Xiao Hua's strike, but it was easily swatted away by her.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Beiming Lin's weapon tumbled a few times before it rested twenty meters away from him.

Xiao Hua did not allow her opponent to move and she immediately raised her sword's blade to his neck.

Beiming Lin immediately ceased movements when he sensed the coldness on his neck. He then glanced at the sword that was only a few centimeters away from his skin. The sight of it made him feel dread, so he promptly said.

"I admit defeat!"

Xiao Hua glared at him before she sheathed her sword back to its scabbard.

"You are not even worth mentioning compared to Brother Yang." She said before she leaped out of her battle platform.

Beiming Lin was rooted on his spot when he heard that, but he could only sigh in his heart. He was indeed not confident about beating Yang Zenke and he even feared the latter's crazy fighting style.

"I may not be able to defeat him, but my cousin Beiming Chu can definitely trample him! Hmph!" Beiming Lin said as he resentfully stepped down the battle platform. He was defeated and he was not even able to last for more than three moves.

On another battle platform, the fourth prince Dante Silveria was also able to defeat his opponent in just one move. No one was surprised about this outcome and they merely cheered loudly.

"Look at that guy! He's only a peak stage 3rd-rank Crusader, but he is fighting toe to toe with mid stage 4th-rank Knight Crusader! What a tough person!"

"What's his name again? Is it Han Sen or something? He fights like a wild beast! He does not even care about getting injured! This guy is a madman!"

Yang Zenke smirked as he listened to the crowd's discussion. They were talking about his good friend Han Sen and this made him feel proud.

"Brother Han could have easily defeated this guy, but he is using their battle to stimulate his breakthrough to the next realm. Hehe." Yang Zenke muttered silently, but Xiao Hua who was now right beside him was able to hear his words.

"Brother Yang, you mean Brother Han is trying to break through to the 4th-rank Knight Crusader?!" Xiao Hua exclaimed in shock. She could not help but admire the young man who was fighting without caring for his injuries. Who would want to achieve a breakthrough in that manner? Perhaps only a madman like him would do it...

Yang Zenke merely smiled at her. His eyes were glued on the figure of his friend and the light in his pupils flashed with excitement.

On top of the battle platform, Han Sen was already riddled with cuts and bruises. From the eyes of others, he was bound to be defeated. However, a few top-ranked experts from the crowd suddenly sensed a shocking revelation.

Han Sen was torturing himself to achieve a breakthrough!

Upon discovering this, they silently praised his determination. Not everyone was willing to harm themselves like that for a breakthrough...