The second match commenced, with the representative from Hadice Company being Yan Jiang, a junior disciple from the outer sect of Hua. Like Peng Hua, he was a fully cultivated Zombie. However, unlike Peng Hua, Yan Jiang’s physical strength was considerably weaker, but his magical cultivation was potent, specializing in fire-elemental spells—a true anomaly among Zombies.

History repeated itself from the first match: the representative from Kunlun Company conceded with a darkened face, and the delegates from the four major Defense Companies immediately ganged up on Yan Jiang, unleashing a vicious barrage.

Yan Jiang was beaten lifeless instantly. The blood spewing from his mouth was more than twenty times the volume that Peng Hua had expelled earlier. Gu Xiechen venomously surmised just how much chicken blood this fellow must have stored in his belly to produce such a spectacular fountain of crimson.

Only after confirming that Yan Jiang possessed not a single lingering trace of breath did the contestants from the four Defense Companies dare to turn on each other in fierce combat.

The representative from Leighton Company defeated three opponents, and, covered in wounds, proudly raised both arms toward the sky.

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Black-and-red fireballs erupted from the hands of Yan Jiang, who suddenly leaped up, full of vigor. The fireballs exploded violently upon the Leighton Company representative, blasting him over three hundred fists' distance out of the ring. Yan Jiang, trembling, spat blood, weakly raising his right arm as he hoarsely wailed, "After a bitter struggle, I have finally won!" In the stands, Ms. Mei of Kunlun Company gasped, crushing the binoculars in her hand. Furious, she led several aides away from the viewing platform.

"This exchange conference is impossible to continue this year..."

"What kind of people has Gu Xiechen brought with him? Peng Hua, Yan Jiang—they are both core disciples of the Lou Xin lineage of the Nine Nether Dao. I am merely an outer-sect steward for the Kunlun Dao Sect. This conference truly cannot go on! Order everyone to forfeit; it's impossible to fight on!" Ms. Mei was so enraged she nearly swore loudly.

"Doesn't this count as the Nine Nether Dao overstepping its bounds? The business in the Defense Companies sector has always been exclusively managed by our sect. This is definitely overstepping!" Gu Xiechen spread his hands helplessly as he watched Ms. Mei storm off in anger.

"I apologize, but so many of my brothers need to make a living!" Gu Xiechen offered a slightly odd smile. Stepping up for the third match was Fei Li, the youngest direct disciple of Abbot Hen Lao Zu of the San Yin Temple.

The representative from Kunlun Company forfeited again. The contestants from the four Defense Companies, their eyes bloodshot, roared and lunged toward the little monk Fei Li. Their demeanor suggested they absolutely had to tear the little monk to shreds to quell their burning hatred. The chubby, fair-skinned, and lively little monk smiled sweetly and chanted, "Namo Amitabha," before unleashing a cloud of yellow miasma. He immediately spun around and fled, his round body rolling around the ring like a wheel at top speed.

Little Monk Fei Li’s True Qi cultivation had barely broken through the Innate Realm, but he had somehow acquired an incredibly exquisite footwork technique. He darted across the stage, sometimes appearing in the north, sometimes in the south, like a phantom shadow. His four opponents wasted two minutes, yet couldn't even touch his specially made extra-large uniform.

Two minutes later, the four representatives from the Defense Companies simultaneously squatted on the ground, screaming, "Aooo!" They clutched their stomachs, convulsing violently, followed by a series of strange, crackling sounds emanating from their lower bodies. Large, wet stains rapidly spread around their buttocks. A wave of unbearable stench rushed forth, so foul that even Gu Xiechen, a hundred meters away, could smell the odor that words could hardly describe, making one nauseous at the mere thought.

Clapping his hands tightly over his nose, Gu Xiechen cursed loudly and turned to run. Siren and Aredia beside him ran even faster than Gu Xiechen, their faces twitching.

Aredia’s expression was extremely grim. It was her turn in the next match, but the stench currently polluting the arena...

For the first time in her life, Aredia felt such an intense killing intent toward someone. If she hadn't feared that Little Monk Fei Li would spray his plague toxin on her too, Aredia would certainly have smashed that bald donkey's head in.

The four representatives from the Defense Companies were rushed off the stage by medics, crying and screaming. The stench spread everywhere they went, causing everyone to give them a wide berth as if they were venomous snakes, terrified of being associated with them in the slightest. However, less than three hundred meters after they were carried away, more than a dozen medics also began to scream, "Aooo!" and squat down, the pungent odor emanating just as strongly from their lower abdomens.

Jin Bolai, Chakum, Burton, and Hans were nearly choked with rage; losing was humiliating enough, but losing this disgustingly was too much.

Fortunately, the fourth match concluded cleanly and swiftly. While holding a spiritual pill given by Little Monk Fei Li to detoxify and ward off blight, Aredia jumped onto the stage and immediately blasted her opponent hundreds of meters away with five consecutive fireballs. The representative from Kunlun Company was obliterated before he even had a chance to declare forfeiture. Still smoking, he couldn't understand it: he had merely been about to step onto the ring according to the rules to forfeit. Was even that not allowed?

Jin Bolai and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Aredia had won that round on pure strength; they could accept that. Not only did they accept this surprising outcome, but they also felt secretly elated. The pawns they had sent out for this round were all peak Saturn-level True Innate Warriors. Facing Aredia's fireballs, they had no power to resist and were blown away. Aredia’s strength must surely be above the Jupiter level.

The only point worth discussing was whether Aredia had used her Domain to amplify her attacks.

After comfortably and cleanly losing one match, the fifth round immediately filled Jin Bolai and the others with suffocating frustration; they were almost tempted to abandon all pretense of dignity and curse aloud.

This time, representing Hadice Company was Qing Fei Fei, the youngest son of the Sect Master of the Love Demon Sect, the Seven-Tailed Love Saint. This filthy little fox, just like Little Monk Fei Li, unleashed a burst of pink toxic mist upon taking the stage.

The four representatives from the Defense Companies stood frozen for fifteen seconds before suddenly transforming into lustful beasts. With red eyes, they charged toward their opponent, frantically beginning to tear off the other's clothes while simultaneously stripping themselves bare.

Fortunately, Jin Bolai and the others reacted in time. Dozens of elite soldiers rushed forward, binding the four naked, writhing, groaning flesh-worms tightly with iron chains and carrying them away. Otherwise, the reputation of the four Defense Companies would have been utterly lost on the stage today.

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