Liu Siyan felt uneasy about Chen Baicheng wanting Xiaofan as his son-in-law.

She wasn't doubting Xiaofan's sincerity, but rather puzzled why Chen Mei'Er didn't speak up against it in such a situation.

In that case, if she wasn't willing, she would have definitely spoken up. However, she didn't say anything—could it mean she was agreeable?

This question remains unanswered now. Liu Siyan won't ask Xiaofan because it's possible even he doesn't know, though he seems very smart, yet when it comes to emotions, he's always a step behind.

For example, her own feelings for him should have been noticed back in high school, but it dragged on to today.

And then there's Chen Mengying, her feelings for Xiaofan are quite obvious, yet Xiaofan doesn't seem to notice.

She really doesn't know how he ended up with Shen Zuimo; the feelings between them must be even more profound and unforgettable.

In the following days, Xiaofan advanced through each round. After winning five consecutive matches, he smoothly entered the elimination rounds.

However, the most insane gambling stakes had just begun. The guys who lost money at Chen Mei'Er's casino didn't believe in luck and were determined to win back their losses through Ye Xiaofan.

The stakes kept growing larger and more frequent.

And after entering the elimination rounds, the advertising fees on the clothes would steadily increase. Liu Siyan had indeed raised the price to eighty thousand for each brand. Additionally, the fee would increase progressively with each match.

Xiaofan didn't expect that just a few fights would bring him such considerable income. If such a tournament were held annually, it would be fantastic.

However, Xiaofan didn't care much whether the money was a lot or a little.

In the next few days, Xiaofan watched videos of various masters battling, wanting to understand better what kind of opponents he would face and what strategy to adopt.

Except that, even from the initial five hundred participants to the one hundred and twenty-eight in the elimination, the number was still too large. Xiaofan couldn't possibly watch all the matches of these hundred people in just one day.

Entering the elimination rounds was unlike the initial stage. Every match was a battle of life and death; losing meant leaving the arena. This was different from the preliminary rounds, where even if one lost a couple of matches, they could still rank among the top hundred based on scores.

"Mr. David, it's said that you instructed the organizers to hold this tournament. Do you think you have no rivals in Huaxia?"

"Oh, no, no. It's said Huaxia's Martial Arts are the world's most formidable and mysterious. If I win the championship this time, not only in Huaxia but in the whole world, I'll have no rivals."

"They say you have been discreetly studying Huaxia Martial Arts here for ten years. What's your opinion on Huaxia Martial Arts?" the journalist asked again.

"When I first encountered Huaxia Martial Arts, I indeed felt they were so fascinating, deeply attracting me. However, after years of research, I found that almost all sects and styles operate through 'Qi.' Considering this, why can't I create better techniques using my own Qi? It's why I defeated them, because they don't know how to adapt."

"Haha, Mr. David seems really confident. This concludes our interview with Mr. David. Now, let's shift the focus to another contestant."

Xiaofan sat on the hotel sofa, emotionlessly watching David on the screen. He was indeed considered a genius, capable of understanding so much about Martial Arts in such a short time. However, the depth and breadth of Huaxia Martial Arts are beyond what a foreigner can comprehend.

Speaking of which, take Ren Zhongtian for example. Given Ren Zhongtian's capability, even ten Davids wouldn't be enough. Simply not worth mentioning. If Ren Zhongtian were still around, where would this kid stand?

In truth, Xiaofan didn't know he was comparing with the top genius in Huaxia Martial Arts. Until suddenly Xiaofan realized something:

Huaxia men must strive to be strong; otherwise, if bullied by foreigners to the point of humiliation without timely counteraction, it would be disastrous.

Finally, in the eagerly anticipated eyes of the national audience, the elimination rounds commenced.

To ensure fairness, the 128 contestants in the elimination rounds would draw lots for the matchups.

During the draw, Xiaofan's note read "001A." He didn't understand what that meant, so he quietly sat in his designated spot in the stadium, waiting for the others to finish drawing their lots.

The initial dozen rings had reduced to just eight. And the size of these eight rings was significantly larger than before.

"Now, the elimination rounds officially begin. We now invite the contestants drawn as 001A and 001B to enter the first ring, 002A and 002B to enter the second ring..."

It turns out, this is how the draw works. Unexpectedly, he was the first to go up; Xiaofan carried the drawn note up to the ring, where the referee verified his identity.

"What the heck! How could it be you?"

As Xiaofan confirmed his identity with the referee, someone exclaimed behind him.

Turning around, Xiaofan glanced at the guy behind him, slightly puzzled, and called out a name: "Li San."

"Oh damn, it's the divine will playing with us. Why do I have to meet you in the first round of the elimination? How damned," Li San said with great discontent upon seeing Ye Xiaofan.

But ultimately, he couldn't avoid it; he had to continue fighting. Looking at the numerous advertisements pasted on him, he had evidently earned quite a sum from ad fees too.

"Gentlemen, please move to the center, prepare, the match begins."

With the referee's command, Xiaofan and Li San's match officially commenced.

However, neither of them moved after the referee announced the start.

Xiaofan had a broad smile on his face, while Li San had a bitter expression, as he knew his loss was certain.

"Ye Xiaofan, how about we work something out? You forfeit, and I'll give you fifty thousand. How about it?" Li San said with a sinister grin.

"Look at these advertisement cards on me; none of them are worth less than your fifty grand," Xiaofan laughed playfully.

"Then how about I give you fifty thousand and I forfeit," Li San immediately suggested.

"Why should I? I'm going to win against you; why give you fifty thousand for nothing?" Xiaofan shook his head, chuckling.

"Come on, no room for negotiation?"

"No, no negotiation."

"Fine, this young master will fight you to the end today."

"Bring it on. I'm quite curious to see how strong you really are."

Their conversation ended there, bodies slightly leaning forward, indicating an intense battle was about to unfold.

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