Chapter 781: Decisive Round! Xu Jingming Steps Forward!

More than half a year ago, when Leng Yuexi announced her ability had evolved from A-rank to S-rank.

Although the Spirit Fox Guild members knew her strength would rise accordingly, none expected it to surge this much!

"S-rank ability is one thing, but the Young Lady's physique is simply too strong."

On the Central Island spectator seats, a seventh-rank Master remarked in admiration.

"Of course."

A bearded middle-aged man grinned, "It's all thanks to the Young Master sending the Young Lady to hunt for Divine Blood."

Otherwise, her physique might never have become this strong."

This man was one of the two seventh-rank Masters who had accompanied her to the Wild Zone back then.

"Oh? So the Young Lady collected a lot of Divine Blood?"

Someone asked curiously, and many turned to look.

When Leng Yuexi first arrived, she was immediately dispatched by Leng Shu to the Wild Zone.

Everyone knew this, but no one knew what she had gained there.

"Not much—just over two hundred liters of Divine Blood from a Rank Nine Fire King-level Beast Emperor."

The bearded man spoke as if it were nothing.

This fact had never been revealed until now, after the match ended.

"Over two hundred liters?! That much?!" Everyone gasped in shock.

Even unrefined Divine Blood, at this volume, already counts as two SSS+ level cultivation resources!

"No wonder the Young Lady's physique is so strong! Now it makes sense."

Everyone suddenly understood.

But the bearded man said no more.

The Divine Blood the Young Lady obtained was actually minimal!

In his estimation, Xu Jingming had at least three to four hundred liters himself!

That was truly terrifying.

"Sister! So amazing!"

On the left small island, as soon as Leng Yuexi teleported back, she was warmly greeted by Leng Yuechan.

Xu Jingming also smiled and said, "We won the first round; now things will be much easier for us."

"This victory is thanks entirely to your Divine Blood—without it, I couldn't have won."

Leng Yuexi chuckled, "I doubt even the Young Master imagined that the casual task he gave me back then would have such a huge impact now."

If she hadn't taken that mission in Nixi,

she never would have obtained Divine Blood, nor met Xu Jingming.

In fact, had she not gone to the Wild Zone back then, she would have lost this match for sure.

"That's what he gets for his own carelessness."

Xu Jingming smiled and added, "Who should we send out next?"

We were the second mover in the first round; now it's our turn to move first in the second.

"We still have two chances to go second—Master Zhao must win one match.

Master Zhao, wait until the opponent sends out a Rank Eight Lower before you step up. As for you, Jingming, you don't go unless Wu Xuan doesn't."

Leng Yuexi looked at the only woman among the eight-rank Grand Masters and said:

"Master Zhao, you're up."

"Alright, no problem." Zhao Yan had long known she was just a placeholder; she nodded and stepped to the front of the island.

"Young Master, I'm sorry—I lost."

On the right small island, Qiu Ran returned with a face full of shame.

Though Leng Shu's expression was slightly dark, he still comforted him: "It's just the first match—it doesn't matter. Lose, lose."

"Young Master, the Young Lady has sent someone out—Zhao Yan."

Wu Xuan, noticing the activity on Leng Yuexi's side, spoke up.

"Zhao Yan? Just a Rank Eight Lower. I'll handle this round!"

Leng Shu snorted and stepped straight to the front.

His team still had one Rank Eight Lower left, but he wasn't guaranteed to beat Zhao Yan.

If they lost another round, things would get messy.

Commander Chen Xiu was stronger than him, so it was better to save him for later.

After all, it was just a Rank Eight Lower—he could win easily.

"Both sides, prepare! The second round begins!"

The second round began quickly.

But unlike the first, Leng Shu, as a Rank Eight Middle Grand Master, dominated outright, winning in under ten minutes.

The third round came, again with Leng Shu moving first.

This time, he sent out a Rank Eight Lower energy user.

To ensure victory, Leng Yuexi sent Zhao Dehan, the only Rank Eight Upper in her team.

As in the second round, Zhao Dehan swiftly defeated Leng Shu's Rank Eight Lower Grand Master.

With that, the first three rounds ended: Leng Yuexi led Leng Shu two to one.

This sparked surprised murmurs among the spectators.

"Huh? What's going on? The Young Lady is leading?"

"Just temporary—next two rounds, the Young Master will win for sure!"

"True—the Young Lady's lineup is too weak."

"..."

Only two rounds remained.

Leng Yuexi's team had only one Rank Eight Lower left, and Xu Jingming hadn't fought yet.

But Leng Shu still had one Rank Eight Middle and one Rank Eight Upper unused!

If the fourth round was Leng Yuexi's second move,

she could directly send Xu Jingming against Leng Shu's Rank Eight Middle and win outright.

But unfortunately, the fourth round was Leng Yuexi's first move.

If Xu Jingming stepped out, Leng Shu would respond by sending Wu Xuan.

Meaning, in the final two rounds, Leng Yuexi had zero chance of winning!

"No matter how we arrange it, we're winning the last two rounds!"

On the island, Leng Shu wore a confident smile.

He could already picture himself as Guild Master, leading the Spirit Fox Guild to its peak!

"Jingming, when do you plan to fight—fourth round or the fifth?"

On the left island, Leng Yuexi asked Xu Jingming.

"No matter when I fight, Leng Shu will send Wu Xuan.

Then I'll fight this round."

Xu Jingming said firmly.

"Alright." Leng Yuexi nodded, watching him walk to the front of the island.

"It's Xu Jingming. Wu Dashi, you're up."

Leng Shu narrowed his eyes and told Wu Xuan.

"Alright." Wu Xuan nodded slightly and stepped to the front of the island.

"Xu Jingming, let's see how you beat me!"

Leng Shu muttered coldly.

According to prior intelligence, Xu Jingming had only defeated a Rank Eight Lower Grand Master using Divine Blood techniques.

He didn't truly possess Rank Eight Middle combat power—but for safety, he'd still brought Wu Xuan in.

It cost him 5% of his shares.

"It's Xu Jingming! He's stepping out!"

"It doesn't matter—he can't beat Wu Xuan."

"Pity—the Young Lady has no one left. If she had even one more Rank Eight Middle, the outcome might've been uncertain."

"..."

Amid the murmurs, dozens of eyes fixed on Xu Jingming and Wu Xuan.

Though only the fourth round, everyone knew this was the decisive match.

If Wu Xuan won, Leng Shu's remaining Rank Eight Middle would crush Leng Yuexi's Rank Eight Lower and claim victory.

If Xu Jingming won, it would be 3-1—no need for a fifth round, the match ends immediately.

But in everyone's eyes, the latter's probability was virtually zero.