PS: Sorry for the late first update; I was held up during the day. There will be at least three more updates tonight...

"Hmph! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The moment the inner-city disciple defeated by Nie Kong tumbled out of the boundary line, five figures shot out from the crowd almost simultaneously, diving into the battle circle. Several more figures were already shifting their footing behind them.

Although their reaction time was quick, it was still half a step slower than the initial five. The others could only stop frustratingly outside the boundary line.

In a setting like this, only a fool would pass up an easy opportunity. In Nie Kong’s current state, even a Spirit Master in the third or fourth stage of Spirit Transformation (Hua Ling) could likely take him down easily and win the match. Thus, as the five inner-city disciples entered the circle, they launched their attacks with blinding speed.

However, more than one inner-city disciple was both smart and powerful!

Upon realizing there were other sect brothers nearby, the five could only restrain their spiritual power and forcibly halt their momentum. In such a situation, challengers had to cease their attack, and the supervising Professor outside the circle would select the first one who entered the battle to continue; the others had to withdraw.

If they failed to stop and continued attacking, whether intentionally or accidentally, they would regretfully have to bid farewell to this inner-city competition! Therefore, the instant they stopped, ten pairs of eyes turned toward the elderly man, over fifty years of age, standing to the right—a Professor rumored to be at the high stage of Void Spirit (Xu Ling).

"You stay!"

The Professor didn't hesitate, pointing a finger at a female disciple with an alluring figure and beautiful features.

Immediately, the young woman was filled with joy. The other four male disciples either shook their heads wordlessly or stamped their feet in frustration, but they could only reluctantly retreat from the battle circle. In truth, the time difference between their entries was minuscule, but alas, only one could remain.

The female disciple gave Nie Kong a charming, smiling glance, her eyes soft with flirtation: "Junior Brother Nie Kong, my name is Lan Xin, eighth stage of Spirit Transformation. You must go easy on me, okay?"

The surrounding crowd rolled their eyes. An eighth-stage Spirit Transformation master who had been conserving energy for so long was actually asking the exhausted Nie Kong—who had already fought four matches, whose speed was greatly reduced, and whose cultivation was estimated to be only fourth or fifth stage of Spirit Transformation—to show mercy. This was outright mockery!

"Don't worry, Senior Sister Lan Xin, I am a man who cherishes women!"

Nie Kong wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a grin, his eyes shamelessly sweeping back and forth between Lan Xin's high chest and her pert buttocks.

Seeing that Nie Kong's eyes and mouth were still so unrestrained even in this condition, Lan Xin was greatly surprised. She laughed coquettishly and threw him a seductive glance: "Oh, what a good man you