Before I could reply, Sha Wuji sent another WeChat message: Leave quickly!
I replied: What's wrong, big brother?
Sha Wuji: They have a feud, they said it's a martial arts match, and they could start fighting at any moment!
This didn't concern me. I only cared about the racial issue, so I asked Sha Wuji again: Are they from the Bai Ze demon tribe or the Shan Hai demon tribe?
Sha Wuji: Bai Ze.
Then it's not a problem. They're our people. With my identity as the reincarnation of Bai Ze, what's there to fear?
I took a selfie with the fox demon and Ya Nan and sent it to Sha Wuji: Don't worry, big brother, the two of them are with me.
A moment later, Sha Wuji replied: Even if Mu Jige were here, he might not be able to defeat the sect leader of Shen Feng Sect.
I looked across at Shen Feng Sect's leader, who should be the woman at the head of the opposing side.
Me: Big brother, I know what I'm doing. Also, when will the help you sent for Old Xing of Heng Shui Sect arrive?
Sha Wuji: I didn't fully agree to their terms, so I haven't sent anyone.
That makes sense. It's a good opportunity for us to fulfill Sha Wuji's reputation for chivalry.
I didn't reply, and Sha Wuji didn't either, but not long after, the tiger demon sent me a WeChat message: Boss, we're coming over now, send us your location.
So Sha Wuji, unable to persuade me, went to his sister.
I thought about it. That was acceptable. It would be more secure, but I told the tiger demon and the others to just observe the battle from the mountaintop for now and not to come down and disrupt the situation.
The tiger demon said it was fine. I opened the map and sent them the location of the mountaintop. From the mountaintop to here, at their speed of descending the mountain, they could arrive at the Daoist temple within a minute. It wasn't a big problem.
After arranging the backup, I put away my phone and continued to watch. The sect leader of Heng Shui Sect, Old Xing, even signaled his subordinates to bring over three chairs for us. I politely declined. They were treating us like guests, but I was the host, the "host" for both sides!
On the competition grounds, the two sides' contest was still ongoing. However, I noticed that their matches were not as Chu Qi had described. Chu Qi had said that in duels between masters, the outcome was often decided within three moves, without needing a dozen or even dozens of rounds. But the two demons on the field had been fighting since we entered, and they still hadn't finished. Although they were demons, after transforming into human form, they fought in a very systematic manner. It was clear that both had practiced some kind of set routine, likely a clash between the martial arts routines of the "Heng Shui Sect" and the "Shen Feng Guan."
The fight was very exciting, like a movie. It was just a bit sleep-inducing because, in my eyes now, the moves seemed a bit slow.
Finally, one of them, perhaps due to a lapse in concentration, exposed a weakness. As they turned, they were kicked in the waist by their opponent and fell flat on their face. The one who gained the advantage didn't continue the attack, and the one who fell didn't resist. They got up, dusted themselves off, bowed with cupped fists, and retreated to their own ranks.
The Heng Shui Sect had won this round.
The leader of Shen Feng Sect didn't blame the defeated demon. Instead, with a smile, she stepped forward a few paces and said to Old Xing of Heng Shui Sect: "Sect Leader Xing's training is indeed formidable. You've already won three rounds against us."
Old Xing also stood up and cupped his fists coldly: "As they say, he who gambles must accept the loss. Since your sect has lost three rounds, you should honor the agreement and give my deceased eldest disciple an explanation!"
There was indeed a deep-seated grudge, involving human lives!
The leader of Shen Feng Sect waved her hand: "That's not quite right, Old Xing. Just as you said, he who gambles must accept the loss. We lost three rounds today, so we'll pay you 300,000 according to the rules of the martial world. What does that have to do with your disciple? Besides, as you also said, he who gambles must accept the loss. Your disciple died under Shen Feng Sect's banner, if not because he was less skilled, then at least he lost his own life in a gamble. And we've already compensated you financially, so why are you still holding onto this, Old Xing?"
"Hmph! Compensated? Is my disciple's life only worth 500,000?"