Overall, Lin Fenglei's performance was far better than that of the previous White Crane Sect master—at the very least, it wasn't too embarrassing. The second round is about to begin. After a brief discussion, the nine on stage decide they can't stick to the previous format—they need to truly scramble the order and have several real matches, or else the audience will find it utterly ridiculous. They quickly settle on the match pairings through a draw. Piao Miao, stepping forward, declares with a resonant voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, the order for the next round has been finalized. First, I'd like to announce the first winner—please don't find this surprising, as there are eleven participants this round, and inevitably someone will be left out. Therefore, I invite everyone to join me in congratulating this fortunate one who has been spared. He is—**the Master of the Tongling Sect**! Congratulations on your first victory!" The audience erupts in applause, yet the Master of Tongling feels rather embarrassed. After all, he was the weakest among the eleven in terms of strength, yet he was fortunate enough to be left out. Could it be that the nine heads of the great sects deliberately arranged this? Ling'er once again shouted with complete lack of care: "Master wins! Master is the best! The Lotus Platform must be Master's! Go on, go on—Qin Feng, the big bad guy! If you dare to say another word to belittle my master, I'll fight you to the death!" The crowd burst into laughter. While the earlier part was understandable, the last line was truly hilarious. Qin, the young lord, felt utterly helpless. All he'd done was glance at her a few times. To say he'd be willing to fight to the death? That was beyond his expectations—he was known for being gentle and respectful toward beautiful people. Fighting was one thing; causing someone's death was quite another. The Master of Tongtian Sect, who was slightly stronger than Qin Feng, looked increasingly embarrassed. The Master of Tongling quickly interjected: "Brother, this result was determined by lottery—there's no need for pressure. Just prepare well for your next match!" What could the Master of Tongling say? He could only bow in deference. Qin Feng's opponent was the head of the Tongtian Sect, whose rank was mid-level in the Void Stage. Their match was scheduled for the third round. The first match was almost a personal showcase for the Fire God, a seasoned master, whose opponent was at the peak of the Kui Tian stage. The gap in their strength was significant, and the opponent was swiftly defeated in just a few exchanges, never daring to return to his seat afterward. After all, if he's not even a decent person, why should he be so polite to you? "Young man," the headmaster of the Supreme Path said, "I strongly recommend you step up and concede now. Though you possess the strength of a Void Stage, young warriors typically lack practical experience—against me, you simply won't stand a chance!" The words rang out with authority and confidence. Qin Feng smiled, "That makes perfect sense." The elder immediately brightened: "So you're willing to concede?" Qin Feng raised his fist and bowed deeply, almost bending to ninety degrees. The elder couldn't help but smile, thinking—didn't they say he came specifically to showcase his best abilities, aiming to impress with his true strength? Yet here he was, still having to concede. Now, the elder had two instances of opponents stepping up to concede—could anyone else match that? It's no wonder he's so delighted. Before the Gathering of the Immortal Deities, he had already decided: as soon as he secures the Lotus Platform, he would immediately announce the restoration of Tongtian Sect to its original name, Tongtian Sect, and then launch a challenge against Xiaoyao Sect, determined to reclaim its status as the premier sect in the realm of cultivation. Tongtian Sect had long been the leading sect, dating back hundreds of years, while Xiaoyao Sect had only risen to prominence later. With the vision of becoming the head of the foremost sect, earning the respect of other cultivators, his smile grew even more radiant. Dong Kuangqin furrowed his brow, puzzled—wasn't Qin Feng truly a man who understood the right moment to act? After all, the dispute he had with the finance officer earlier had seemed so significant; at that time, he had insisted firmly on his position. Below, Ling'er spoke with disdain, "It's truly disappointing. Didn't he say he wanted to compete for the Lotus Platform? Now, in the second match, he's already giving up? Qingqing and Weiwei, aren't you also looking down on him?" He Muqing smiled, "Lin Caiwei added, "Don't worry. In Feng Ge's dictionary, there's never been a word for 'giving up.' Just wait—definitely the headmaster of Tongtian Sect is about to suffer!" He Muqing补充 said, "And a major misfortune. Xiao Feng will make sure he remembers what cost comes with arrogance!" The headmaster of Tongtian Sect had been waiting for Qin Feng to utter those exact words—'I give up'—and even raised his hand to celebrate his victory. When Qin Feng bent down to ninety degrees, the two hands clasped tightly against his chest suddenly burst four scrolls—two Fire Dragon scrolls and two Lightning spells—all of them high-grade. Hh-hh-hh... Crack-crack-crack... Fire dragons and lightning strikes launched attacks from front, back, left, and right, making it extremely difficult for the opponent to escape the dense barrage, even if he reacted promptly. Moreover, Qin, the young lord, wasn't idle—he immediately burst four more scrolls right after the first four. Also, he silently chanted the incantation for Ice Spears, followed by that for Boulder Stones. Crack... whoosh... Before the headmaster of Tongtian Sect could react, he was surrounded by a flurry of attacks. Even more unfortunate, he had assumed his opponent was about to yield and thus had not activated his spiritual energy shield. Everyone stared in astonishment—just as the headmaster had, they had not expected Qin Feng to launch a sudden assault. After all, Qin Feng had not raised his spiritual energy shield either, and he had maintained a humble demeanor. Who could have imagined there was a hidden strategy at play?