Qing Hong and Qing Yun supported each other as they walked back to the resting area. The members of Team Three, upon seeing Qing Hong unharmed, were very surprised. For a moment, they forgot the fact that Qing Yun had lost the match and rushed forward to greet Qing Hong.

"Second Brother."

"Second Brother, weren't you carried away for treatment of your injuries?"

"Second Brother, what's going on? How did you come back like nothing happened? Is the Xiao Family's medical technology that advanced? Did they actually put so much effort into treating you? What exactly happened?" The leading man was also filled with suspicion, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked Qing Hong.

Qing Yun, however, stood aside, lowered his head, and bit his lip without saying a word.

After Qing Hong roughly explained how Xiao Yifei had treated him to his siblings, he scratched his head awkwardly and said, "That little brother really has a knack. I don't know what cultivation technique he's practicing, but I thought I was close to dying. Every part of my body was injured, but with just a few moves, he treated me. Now my body is basically back to its optimal state."

The members of Team Three were all filled with confusion. They thought, what exactly is going on with Team Three? Getting beaten half to death on stage, but then getting treated off stage. Is this a game of good cop, bad cop, and do they have some designs on our Team Three?

The captain of Team Three was also lost in thought, his big hands gripping tight, leaving red marks on his palms. After a long time, he said with relief, "Alright, don't assume others have ulterior motives. They might not be interested in the killing; maybe they came here purely to hone their skills."

He then turned to Qing Yun, who stood dejected and unharmed, and said, "You don't need to be torn up about it. Their strength is indeed formidable; a loss is a loss. Our Hundred Beast Mountain isn't afraid of losing."

Qing Hong sighed, "Ah, it seems we can't progress in this 'Martial Artist Conference' again. But this old bull accepts the loss wholeheartedly. The only regret is not running into those bastards from Poison Manor. Otherwise, I would have avenged our sixth and seventh brothers."

Hearing Qing Hong's words, Team Three's members all showed an expression of longing and loss, making the scene heavy momentarily.

"Forget it, let the past be the past. We lost because we weren't as skilled. Even if we fought to the death, it was our chosen path. Compared to Fifteenth Team, we lost completely, both in virtue and action." The Team Three captain broke the silence first, comforting them.

After pausing, he continued to the team members, "Heads can be broken, blood can flow, but the pride of Hundred Beast Mountain cannot be lost. Although we admire them in our hearts, we must finish this match. Qing Kui, you're up! I'll go last to meet them."

The lean-faced man nodded when he heard this and said, "Even though I don't think I'm their match, I'll still give it a try and do my best."

"Go for it, Fourth Brother."

"Do well, Fourth Brother." Everyone encouraged.

Qing Kui no longer hesitated and walked onto the Martial Arts Arena.

Meanwhile, Zhang Po, although slightly injured, still had no intention of stepping down, leaving Xiao Yifei below the stage a bit concerned about Zhang Po's condition. He shouted to Zhang Po, "How's it going, Zhang Po? If you can't continue, I'll go up. Treating Qing Hong earlier took some energy, but it's no big deal."

Zhang Po shook his head, "I'll keep going for a bit. If I really can't make it, I'll surrender and step down. At least I can wear him down a bit for you."

Xiao Yifei nodded and sat down next to Chang Wei.

In just a few moments of conversation, Qing Kui had approached. Like Qing Hong and Qing Yun, the people of Hundred Beast Mountain appeared flamboyant but were actually very polite. Qing Kui even bowed deeply to Zhang Po and sincerely said, "Thank you for not killing my Third Brother, and thank you to your team for treating my Second Brother. We at Hundred Beast Mountain have genuine respect for you, but we won't easily give up until the fight ends."

Zhang Po nodded, "I understand, let's begin."

The two didn't engage in much small talk. With Xiao Zhentian's command, as if learning from the lesson of his second and third brothers, Qing Kui didn't plan to hold back once the fight started, immediately activating the full state of Beastification.

With a loud shout from Qing Kui, thick brown scales suddenly grew all over his body, and his already sharp and narrow head shrank to an unimaginable size for ordinary people. His nose receded, replaced by two nostrils integrated into his face.

What shocked Zhang Po even more was that Qing Kui's limbs also began to retreat, retracting into his torso as his body lay flat on the ground.

His eyes were icy, his gaze sharp, and his mouth opened and closed, revealing sharp fangs and a crimson forked tongue.

"Is this a snake?" Zhang Po was startled, not out of fear of snakes, but because he had an inexplicable aversion to them. Every time he saw such creatures, he kept his distance.

"I'm coming!" After transforming into a snake, Qing Kui surprisingly kept his composure. He motioned to Zhang Po before launching an attack.

"Wait a moment!" Zhang Po stretched his arms straight, turning his head away, not wanting to see Qing Kui any longer.

Qing Kui and Xiao Zhentian both showed puzzled looks, "What's the matter?"

"I surrender, I won't fight anymore. Let Xiao Yifei handle this, I'm not good with this sort of thing."

Below the stage, Xiao Yifei, observing all that happened, laughed heartily when he heard Zhang Po concede. He recalled his battle with the golden python in the Zhang Family rainforest, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"I'll take it from here, hurry down, I've been bored to death all afternoon. Finally, I can stretch my muscles." Xiao Yifei was eager, almost rushing up to pull Zhang Po down so he could jump in.

Zhang Po awkwardly scratched his head and said to Xiao Zhentian, "I forfeit, quickly announce the result, I'm stepping down." He then walked off the stage.

As Xiao Yifei passed by Zhang Po, he jokingly patted Zhang Po's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, brother, I'll avenge you."

The latter pouted, said nothing, and sat down with Chang Wei in the resting area. Chang Wei remained deeply engrossed in recovery, completely ignoring the events on stage.

"With the conclusion of the fourth match of the third round, Team Three wins. Will the next challenger from Team Fifteen please come forward?" Xiao Yifei took a step back and leaped onto the platform, nodding to Qing Kui, "No need for pleasantries, I am a doctor; helping is my duty. Let's get going, I can barely wait."

Qing Kui said nothing further, his snake body twisting as he charged towards Xiao Yifei. The latter chuckled, employing the Sparrow Step Technique, effortlessly maneuvering to Qing Kui's rear amidst shuffles and turns.

Qing Kui tried using his neck for a projectile attack on Xiao Yifei, but was helpless against his pace, on par with Qing Yun's. Unable to pinpoint Xiao Yifei's location, his tense neck relaxed, and upon realizing it, Xiao Yifei was already crouched atop his tail, grinning mischievously.

Seemingly guessing Xiao Yifei's next move, Qing Kui was shocked, hurriedly retracting, but alas, Xiao Yifei's foot was firmly planted on his tail.

Qing Kui reluctantly pleaded, "Don't, brother."

But Xiao Yifei acted as if he hadn't heard him, clasped his hands together, extended a finger, and with a sudden force, struck into Qing Kui's nether regions.

"Thousand Years of Death!"

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