Faced with Bai Ran's arrogance, the Hua family members were enraged. "Hua family disciples, heed my command! Annihilate Bai Ran on the spot!"
Immediately, a large group of Hua family members surged towards Bai Ran, their movements accompanied by a surging spiritual energy.
"What has this trash provoked the Hua family for now?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems this trash will be crippled even if they survive this time."
The onlookers cast sympathetic glances at Bai Ran.
Bai Zhantian, who was seated on the family head's bench, suddenly sat up, only to be stopped by Hua Heng. Hua Heng smiled and said, "Oh, Old Bai, life and death are determined by fate. Moreover, this is a martial stage, where casualties are inevitable. As a family head, you shouldn't join the fray."
Veins bulged on Bai Zhantian's forehead, and he glared at Hua Heng. At this moment, he finally understood the old man's scheme.
If anything were to happen to Ran Ran, he would sacrifice his old life to slaughter these bastards!
Bai Ran, however, calmly stretched her joints and twisted her neck, her bones cracking. She then smiled and charged into the midst of the Hua family disciples, weaving through them with ease, as if in her element.
Wherever Bai Ran passed, Hua family disciples wailed incessantly. Her crimson attire was exceptionally eye-catching.
Before long, only a few Hua family members remained standing on the stage.
Those still standing trembled, their sword-gripping hands shaking uncontrollably. They watched Bai Ran's manic smile, her ghost-like figure flitting among them.
They couldn't see! They couldn't see Bai Ran's movements at all! As more and more fell, some retreated fearfully.
"Oh, there's one left."
A female voice rang out from behind. He suddenly felt a tremor deep within his soul, his heart seemed to stop, and a warning screamed at him: Death, you will die... Run... Run fast! httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Huh? Why are you all upside down?"
"Bang"
The head of the last Hua family member also fell to the ground, their body swaying before collapsing.
Bai Ran stood amidst the Hua family corpses, her robes soaked in blood, making it impossible to distinguish the original color of her attire from the crimson hue of the Hua family disciples' blood.
She licked the blood from her lips, her eyes narrowing slightly. "So foul."
"Ahhh, Bai Ran! I will kill you!" Hua Heng suddenly erupted with spiritual energy, but Bai Zhantian restrained him. "Oh, Old Hua, be more optimistic. Life and death are determined by fate. Moreover, this is a martial stage. As a family head, you shouldn't join the fray."
Bai Zhantian's beard twitched as he chuckled. This girl was truly a pleasant surprise.
It's over... everything is over...
Hua Heng slumped onto his chair, his eyes filled with despair and dejection, as if he had aged a hundred years.
Anyone with discerning eyes knew that a family's status depended on the strength of its younger generation. However, the Hua family's younger generation had all died here. Before long, the Hua family would likely fall from its high perch and be expelled from the ranks of the three great families.
Silence fell over the arena, broken only by the thumping of hearts and the sound of swallowed saliva.
A voice echoed in the minds of the onlookers: Danger, extreme danger...
From this moment on, Bai Ran was no longer referred to as trash. She had a new title: The Madwoman.
"What are you looking at me for, not fighting?" Bai Ran said, looking at the stunned and terrified crowd around her.
Seeing Bai Ran's gaze, they flinched back, retreating fifty meters from her. In truth, they wanted to retreat even further, but any further would mean falling off the stage.
They crowded together by the edge of the arena.
So sensible? Bai Ran smiled slightly and then sat down.
"You all continue, I won't interfere."
Hearing that she wouldn't interfere, they breathed a sigh of relief and gradually resumed their duels, though they would occasionally glance at Bai Ran, fearing she might break her word.
When, when did this former trash become so strong! Even he couldn't see Bai Ran's movements!
From the high platform, Murong Jin clenched his fists, gritting his teeth, and stared at Bai Ran, as if trying to bore a hole through her.
Bai Luohan, hidden in the shadows, also gritted her teeth. Ever since she had stopped being foolish, she had changed as if a different person, becoming ruthless and possessing formidable strength.
But she would not stop. As long as Bai Ran died, whether it was the family's cultivation resources or the position of Second Prince's Consort, it would rightfully belong to Bai Luohan alone!
When only thirty people remained on the stage, the first round of competition concluded. After a one-hour rest, the second round would begin.
Thanks to Bai Ran's presence in the latter half, not a single person from the Bai family suffered any casualties. The number of participants who advanced to the second round accounted for half of the total.
Bai Ran’s stature in the eyes of the Bai family members soared.
From afar, Bai Zhantian walked over with a beaming smile. "Ran Ran, are you tired? Rest, quick, rest. You naughty girl, you didn't even tell your grandfather when your strength improved."
Bai Zhantian hovered around Bai Ran, his eyes filled with affection and joy. He would offer her a pastry, then a cup of tea.
Under Bai Zhantian's relentless affection, Bai Ran's hands became stiff as she accepted his offerings.
As the saying goes, she could face a blade without flinching, but with kindness, she was utterly defenseless.
Qing Feng also returned.
"Mistress, the matter you instructed has been completed."
"Mm."
Even before the competition began, she had instructed Qing Feng to place bets at the Hua family's casino, betting on Bai Ran to win. With odds of one to a thousand, the Hua family had lost their entire fortune this time.
Bai Ran not only intended to cripple the Hua family but to ensure they could never rise again, not just for her personal reasons, but because of the Hua family's past misdeeds, for which they deserved punishment.
The one-hour rest period ended, and the second round of competition commenced.
Unexpectedly, Bai Ran didn't even have a chance to fight in the second round. Wherever she went, her opponents would concede, fearing that a moment's delay would cost them their heads.
Bai Ran stood there, appearing like a background prop throughout, bored to the point of exasperation.
Who in their right mind would dare provoke that madwoman? Their lives would be on the line!
On the family head's platform,
"Old Bai, I never expected this girl to possess such talent after she regained her senses. Your Bai family has found a treasure," Qin Mu said with a chuckle, watching the bored Bai Ran.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Ran Ran has always been my Bai family's treasure, she was before, and she will be even more so in the future!"
"Yes, yes, you old rascal."
Seeing Bai Zhantian's beard bristling, Qin Mu said no more.
The second round of competition ended, and preparations were made for the third round.
Watching the listless young girl, it seemed even his own mood had improved.
Long Jinhan's gaze seemed glued to Bai Ran.
Her talent surpassed his own, her temperament was fierce and direct, and her beauty was outstanding. The more Long Jinhan looked, the more satisfied he became. Why not directly take her as his subordinate? The more Long Jinhan thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
From the first round of competition onwards, countless eyes had been fixed on her, but Bai Ran ignored them all.
She played with a strand of her hair, her thin lips parting slightly, "After all, one should still be low-key."
Shi Tian: Low-key what? Do you even hear yourself?
The third round of competition began.
The disciples who had advanced to the finals went up one by one to draw lots. Bai Ran drew number five, for the last match.
The disciples who had already drawn their lots were asking each other about Bai Ran's number.
Number five?
Qin Mubai looked at the number five token in his hand, his mind in turmoil, deep in thought...
"Match five! Bai Ran of the Bai family versus Qin Mubai of the Qin family!"
Bai Ran slowly walked onto the stage, her gaze falling upon the round, pink figure opposite her.
Qin Mubai bit his lower lip tightly, looking at Bai Ran, and drew his sword.
"Let the match begin!"
Bai Ran pushed off the ground, appearing before Qin Mubai. Before Qin Mubai could react, she delivered a palm strike. The seemingly gentle palm strike carried five-tenths of her power.
Qin Mubai's body was sent flying instantly, crashing onto the stage.
Bai Ran watched as Qin Mubai spat out a mouthful of blood, then tremblingly stood up again.
"Eh? Not bad."
If it had been anyone else, that palm strike would have cost them half their life, let alone merely spitting out blood.
Bai Ran's expression turned serious as she carefully examined Qin Mubai. This was not something that could be explained by his round physique. It was likely due to naturally hard bones, making his body more resilient than that of ordinary people; in simpler terms, he could take a beating.
Qin Mubai gripped his sword tightly, staring intently at Bai Ran. Seeing this, Bai Ran also summoned her fiery red sword, her eyes filled with seriousness.
"Look, Bai Ran is using a weapon for the first time."
"What level of weapon is that? I can't see through it."
"Could that monster's strength be that formidable?"
The crowd below buzzed with discussion.
Bai Ran wasn't using her sword due to insufficient strength, but because she felt that Qin Mubai, when facing a powerful enemy, had never retreated or conceded. Instead, he had gripped his sword, eager to fight.
Such an opponent was worthy of Bai Ran's respect!
Qin Mubai looked at Bai Ran's sword, frowned, and charged forward, swinging his blade.
Bai Ran held her sword and blocked, but she deliberately restrained her strength, reducing it to the peak of Qi Condensation stage two, the same as Qin Mubai.
"Use your wrists, don't rely solely on brute force," Bai Ran said, looking at the sweating Qin Mubai.
Qin Mubai was startled and jumped back.
After contemplating Bai Ran's words, he gripped his sword and charged forward again.
"There's an opening on your right rear."
"Your abdomen is exposed, making you vulnerable to surprise attacks."
...
She was actually coaching him!
Qin Mubai parried Bai Ran's sword while mending his own shortcomings.
Gradually, Qin Mubai's mind cleared, and he sat down, his spiritual energy bursting forth.
"He's going to break through!"
"He's trying to break through during a fight! Isn't that just courting death?"
Bai Ran did not do as everyone expected.
She forcefully thrust her sword into the ground of the arena and sat down in front of Qin Mubai, blocking the view of the crowd.
The crowd looked at Bai Ran, somewhat puzzled.