"Why envy me? I'm just a beggar, unlike you, who's going to be the future master..."

  "If I could, I'd rather be a beggar, so I wouldn't have to owe others debts that would take a lifetime to repay."

  Tang Liu'er was shocked and exclaimed: "What?! Someone in the Tang family dares to lend you money? Who is it? Who has such a big nerve?"

  Tang Xiao heard this and smiled bitterly, stretching out his hand to pat Tang Liu's shoulder: "Liu'er, thank you."

  He finished speaking and got up and walked away.

  "Why be polite with me? We're brothers, what are you thanking me for?"

  Tang Xiao didn't respond, he turned his back on Tang Liu, waved goodbye with both hands and walked out of the bamboo forest.

  Tang Liu's silly smile lasted for a few seconds before he suddenly felt something was off. He quickly scrambled to his feet and chased after the figure fleeing into the bamboo forest: "Hey! Wait up for me! You've been beating me up for half the day, but you still haven't told me what this is all about!"

  ……

  The next day, the long-awaited selection began.

  According to the rules, fifty people will be paired up in a draw and compete against each other, with twenty-five winners advancing. Then, from the twenty-five losers, five more people will be eliminated, meaning that only thirty people can truly participate in the trial.

  The opponent drawn by Huā Róu from the lottery cylinder is "Du Jié."

  She was unfamiliar with this person and didn't even know which house he belonged to, but when Tang Liu saw the name, he shook his head helplessly and said: "You're done for!"

  It's not over yet, and it's not up to others to decide. ... Cop Huajun walked into the arena with a fearless expression, handing the sign in his hand to Tang Jian, the master of the Punishment Hall.

  "Du Jie!"

  A shout, the surroundings were in an uproar, and among the onlookers, Zi Qi's eyes met with excitement - Du Jie? Fighting him would be a real test of her skills.

  Everyone was shocked and amazed, because Du Jie was not only a disciple of the Soul Snatching Room, but also a long-term dispatched disciple of the Soul Snatching Room.

  He's on a mission! That's truly a murderous aura! This disciple, who is shrouded in the stench of blood and carries numerous lives' worth of debt on his back, is naturally recognized by everyone as a top-notch expert, an unbeatable demon king.

  So when Huā Róu fought against Dù Jié, most of the disciples in their minds had already determined that the loser would definitely be Huā Róu.

  In the sympathetic gaze of the crowd, a robust man stepped into the arena, his triangular eyes gleaming with icy coldness as he swept across Hua Rou, looking at her like a dead object, his killing intent unconcealed.

  If it were in the past, just this gaze would have made Huā Róu's heart and spirit tremble with fear. However, times are different now! She is someone who crosses swords with Táng Jì every day, after all. Táng Jì's killing intent is only stronger than this person's, not weaker!

  Furthermore, she has become desensitized to it as it is a common occurrence in her line of work.

  Hua Rou took a step forward without any hesitation, raised her hands in greeting, and said with great sincerity:

  "This brother, I practice venomous skills, my hands are poisonous. When we engage in hand-to-hand combat, to avoid poisoning you, I will wear gloves. If both of my hands touch your body, then it means you lose."

  Du Jie glanced at her with a hint of surprise and nodded: "Of course."

  "Swords have no eyes, the moment they touch is the end! Begin!" As soon as Tang Zhan's voice fell, a gong sounded, and the two opponents immediately clashed, while Zi Qi and Zi Hua watching from below were shocked beyond measure.

  "Sister, she just said poisonous work, didn't I hear it wrong?"

  Zi Qi bit her lip and clenched her fist, glaring at Hua Rou with a resentful gaze that seemed to want to tear her apart.

  Zi Qi and Zi Hua were out of breath, while Tang Xiao, who was watching from the stage, looked at Hua Rou with a worried expression. He didn't know if she had any chance of winning, but he didn't want her to lose.

  "She's too unlucky, running into this guy, the chances of winning are slim!" Tang Liu'er had just muttered when Mu Junwu retorted: "Not necessarily."

  "Do you think Hua Rou will win?"

  "It's human nature to always fear death." Mu Junwu said, watching as the two of them exchanged a glance, his voice low and mournful.

  On the field, Huā Róu used Yuè Huà Gōng as the foundation and Dú Jié as the auxiliary to fight against Du Jié. Du Jié's skills were higher, every move was aimed at the vitals, but as Mù Jūn Wú said, he feared the poisonous skills, so he didn't dare to confront Huā Róu directly. The offensive was always strong at first but weakened suddenly, and after several rounds of fighting, neither side had gained the upper hand, the situation was almost evenly matched.

  This situation left the audience, who thought they would see a crushing victory, in shock and excitement. Some people cheered loudly for Hua Rou to add oil, hoping to see a comeback, while more people let out boos.

  They were at Xuduje, and he was actually forced to the same level by a rookie who hadn't even been in the industry for a year.

  Du Jie's sweat was dripping down his neck, and at this moment, his heart was also bitter.

  Before this selection, his only wish in his heart was that he must not meet Tang Ji, as for others, he didn't care at all.

  So he knew that Hua Rou was not paying attention to him, but when Hua Rou mentioned the poisonous skill, it made him feel like he was trapped and unable to move - the Poisonous Room had fallen for too long, and until now no one had ever fought against a disciple of the Poisonous Room, how would he know that his opponent's hands were poisonous?

  Poison is an existence that makes one's hair stand on end.

  He was tied up and unable to make a decisive move, his killing intent was completely ignored by the opponent, which instead made him lose his footing.

  As the rounds went on, Du Jie's offense grew weaker and weaker, while Hua Rou became more and more confident. After several times of her palm brushing past Du Jie's clothes, Du Jie panicked, knowing he was going to lose.

  No! I won't lose! Absolutely not!

  Suddenly an idea struck him, so when Hua Rou's palm came at him, he didn't dodge like before. Instead, he stabbed the dagger in his hand towards Hua Rou's hand.

  Hua Rou swiftly and thoughtlessly wiped the sharp dagger, instantly wiping away half of its blade. Du Jie was shocked and stunned, also causing a burst of astonishment from the crowd below.

  At this moment, Tang Xiao's eyebrows rose high, and after a flash of astonishment in his eyes, he suddenly became calm, and the worry that had been lingering on his face dissipated.

  So she had this after all...

  Tang Xiao calmed down, but who would have thought that calmness only lasted for a moment, and the situation on the field changed drastically!

  As the dagger was wiped of its blade, in Du Jie's astonishment, his other hand swung out, and a short blade appeared, stabbing towards Hua Rou's other hand.

  Huā Róu naturally fearless, reached out to welcome, but the short blade changed from stabbing to hooking. Huā Róu was caught off guard and watched as her left-hand glove was hooked away.

  Of course, along with this glove fell the short blade's blade head!

  This change is too fast and too confusing, but Du Jie is indeed a disciple who has been tempered in "actual combat", he almost doesn't have any stagnation, and rushes towards Hua Rou to clap and fight!

  He came forward without fear, but Hua Rou was frightened and hastily retreated!

  I mustn't touch him, he'll die!

  Hua Rou was timid and dodged, but the other party suddenly became fierce and violent, coming at her with three consecutive palm strikes as if to take her life. Hua Rou retreated continuously, using a single palm to counterattack, hastily withdrawing her moves in a fluster, fearing that even a slight mistake would cause poison to spill out and harm him.

  However, at this moment, her feet suddenly slipped and she fell to the ground, Du Jie's palm also suspended in front of her face.

  "You lost."