Early the next morning, the bright sunlight poured down from the eastern horizon.

Dots of sunlight sprinkled on people's bodies, making them feel scorching, but even so, everyone gathered in an open area on the island.

In this open area, there were no buildings, but it appeared very flat, and there wasn't a single plant, completely barren land.

This is the venue for the Blacklist Tournament.

A few chairs were placed not far from the surroundings of this open area, and they were already full of people.

Ye Xunhuan and Qiu Ruoxi were sitting among them.

Originally, Qiu Ruoxi was not qualified to sit here, after all, she had no reputation in the underground world, but she happened to be Ye Xunhuan's wife.

Just this identity alone was enough for Qiu Ruoxi to qualify to sit here.

And those standing by the side looked at the people sitting in the chairs with slight envy.

This is the Blacklist Tournament, and anyone qualified to sit here is definitely a big name in the underground world.

Sitting here is a symbol of status and a form of glory.

Especially, if one could become a judge, it would be an enormous honor.

Behind Ye Xunhuan and the others was a platform with a few chairs on it, surrounded by flags embroidered with totems—the totems of the Holy See!

That was the position for the Pope and the Holy Maiden of the Holy See.

Everyone was aware of this.

After all, the Holy See was the organizer this time, and naturally different from Ye Xunhuan and the others.

Under everyone's gaze, Michelle and a middle-aged man slowly walked up to the platform.

This middle-aged man had a head full of blond hair and blue eyes. Although time had left countless traces on his face, from the contours, one could tell he must have been a handsome Western man in his youth!

He was none other than the Pope of the Holy See—Louis III!

Louis III appeared to give a very gentle impression, appearing very charitable, especially with that look in his eyes, it was extremely gentle.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Louis III gave off a feeling as if bathed in a spring breeze.

But this was completely normal because, after all, Louis III was the Pope. If he had a fierce appearance, how could he have become Pope?

After Louis III and the key figures of the Holy See sat in their respective seats, Louis III said something to a knight beside him. Then, this knight, in fluent English, announced to everyone that the Blacklist Tournament had begun!

Since the participants for this competition had already been decided in advance, and everyone was already sorted in order, the Holy See didn't need to announce anything. The opponents just walked onto the stage directly.

Because it was an Eastern vs. Western showdown, naturally, it was an Oriental against a Westerner!

In this regard, Ye Xunhuan couldn't help but admire the ancient martial artists of Huaxia, who actually used the strength of one country to contend with the entire West.

But at the same time, Ye Xunhuan couldn't help but feel sympathy for these people.

No matter how powerful a country is, with so many experts, how could it be possible not to lose when facing off against the entire Western expertise?

However, Ye Xunhuan was too lazy to ask or speak.

If the Guardians dared to do this, then there must be some confidence, and if Huaxia were truly weak, the Guardians wouldn't be regarded as a thorn in the side of the West.

Ye Xunhuan was completely disinterested in watching the current matches.

Because no matter when the real star will always appear last, what's on stage now are just cannon fodder.

Indeed, just as Ye Xunhuan expected, the ones who went on first were indeed cannon fodder.

Ye Xunhuan was lazy to watch, but Qiu Ruoxi was watching intently. Such scenes could only be seen on TV in the past, who would have thought they would appear right in front of her.

"It seems like your Huaxia has changed tactics!" Olivia suddenly spoke.

"How so?"

"Doesn't your Huaxia have a story about Tian Ji racing horses?"

"You mean that the ones representing Huaxia now are the experts?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xunhuan couldn't help but turn his head to look into the arena.

The next moment, just as a Huaxia man, holding a dagger, a fierce stab flashed by!

"Squelch!"

The sharp dagger, like a flash of lightning, directly sliced through the black man's neck on the field, the scarlet blood not only dyed the dagger red, but the other also fell to the ground unceremoniously.

This scene happened in the blink of an eye, with all actions completed without a trace of superfluousness.

After seeing this scene, the corner of Ye Xunhuan's mouth slowly curved into a smile: "Interesting, this guy is really quite good, it's just I'm not sure which sect he's from!"

"It should be Kunlun!" Olivia said with some uncertainty.

"Kunlun?" Ye Xunhuan frowned slightly.

His "White-headed Taixuan Sutra" is the treasure of Kunlun's sect, and now this Huaxia person is possibly from Kunlun, which made Ye Xunhuan couldn't help but take another look at him.

Since this black man was already dead, there was no need for judgment from Ye Xunhuan and others, someone just carried the black man's corpse away.

The next moment, two foreign men walked onto the stage, which made Ye Xunhuan stunned: "Olivia, isn't it supposed to be Huaxia against them?"

"Why are they fighting among themselves?"

"It is a face-off against Huaxia, but it requires elites; trash on stage can only bring disgrace upon themselves!" Olivia said faintly: "Watch, this is a fierce battle between dragons and tigers, but also an internal battle between East and West!"

After hearing Olivia's words, Ye Xunhuan fell silent.

This seems to no longer be a war between East and West, but is slowly becoming a war of checks and balances among the superiors!

They're all playing tricks.

All the battles appeared extremely tragic, one corpse after another was continually carried away, causing Qiu Ruoxi to furrow her brows, showing an unwillingness in her heart.

"Are all people like you so cruel?" Qiu Ruoxi turned her head, looking at Ye Xunhuan and asked softly.

Ye Xunhuan understood Qiu Ruoxi's meaning, sighed slightly: "It's not cruel, but the tolerance towards the enemy is cruelty towards oneself!"

"Here, it's a world where people eat people; talking about laws is useless, here there are only rules, and the only way to establish rules is to trample everyone underfoot, make everyone fear you, dread you!"

This is the survival rule of the underground world; although very cruel, it is the way to survive!

As he spoke, scenes from the past slowly appeared in Ye Xunhuan's mind.

He, Ye Xunhuan, could reach today, could become one of the top ten masters, could become an existence feared by countless people, isn't it just because countless people died by his hands?

Qiu Ruoxi didn't make a sound, her gaze complex, and with a hint of heartache, looked at Ye Xunhuan.

He has such a high status here, how much blood and how many lives were stained on his hands?

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