Earth-Sheep pondered for a long while before finally releasing his grip on Qi Xia’s collar.

He straightened his suit and asked, “Then tell me… what constitutes an ‘upright and honorable’ duel?”

Qi Xia pointed at his own temple. “You spare my life and let us duel with this.”

Earth-Sheep sized up Qi Xia and said in a low voice, “You should have guessed it already—the rules allow killing. I don’t need to use my head to make you lose at any time.”

Qi Xia nodded. “Yes, but would that be interesting?”

“Interesting…?”

“You clearly could have killed everyone here at the very first moment… yet you’re honestly participating in the competition.” Qi Xia said in a low voice. “Are you afraid of being too bored… or afraid you’ll go mad?”

“I…”

“So don’t you want to spar with me?”

Earth-Sheep felt like he had fallen into a trap.

That earlier phrase “betting our lives” was clearly this man’s bluff. This moment was what he was after all along.

“Boy… I’m a ‘Sheep,’ yet you dare try to deceive me?”

“Oh?” Qi Xia raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m deceiving you?”

Earth-Sheep’s expression turned cold, and his pure black fur actually began to tremble. “What makes you think that after betting our lives with you, I won’t kill you at the first opportunity?”

Qi Xia’s expression also turned cold, and instead of retreating, he advanced. “Then what makes you think I don’t actually dare to bet with you…”

Earth-Sheep once again swiftly reached out and grabbed Qi Xia’s chin.

He slowly swallowed, feeling he couldn’t see through this man at all.

Could “betting our lives” not be his scheme? Was it actually his true objective?

How could there possibly be someone in this godforsaken place who would truly gamble their life against an “Earth-level”?!

Did this person have some kind of “trump card”?

Or perhaps… did he have “backing”?

Earth-Sheep looked at Qi Xia with some trepidation. It had taken him a full thirteen years to reach his current position! A full thirteen years!

He absolutely would not allow any accidents to happen.

“Boy, then we’ll do as you say.” Earth-Sheep said through gritted teeth. “I’ll spare your life, but you’re not allowed to say those two words again.”

The corner of Qi Xia’s mouth curved upward, and he actually waved the “Sorrow” fan in his hand, fanning himself with it.

Earth-Sheep wished he could tear this arrogant man’s head off right now, but when he saw the look in his eyes, he always felt hesitant.

He could only interrupt his train of thought and turn back to the long table.

He wanted to change the writing on the blackboard, but if he really did a “one-for-one” exchange like Qi Xia suggested, he would have no profit at all.

From his perspective, he had no idea what Qi Xia was actually thinking.

Seeing Earth-Sheep walk away, everyone gradually approached Qi Xia’s stall.

Since this man could negotiate directly with the “referee,” everyone’s tone toward him became much more polite.

Then many more people took out their fans and exchanged them with Qi Xia.

Each time Qi Xia received a fan in exchange, he would set it down intact, looking forward to the next “customer.”

Rather than saying he was setting up a stall to exchange fans with others, it would be more accurate to say that Qi Xia had now become a completely fair and public “fan trading platform.” Everyone could exchange for the fans they wanted at his place, under the watchful eyes of all and the supervision of a sharp knife, without any worry of being deceived.

“Young man…” An old man walked over trembling and pulled out a “Sorrow” from his pocket. “I want to exchange for a ‘Joy’…”

“No problem!” Qi Xia nodded, reached out to receive the “Sorrow,” and then handed the old man a “Joy.”

After many people saw the “Sorrow,” their expressions seemed to change. They also pulled out their own fans, but before everyone could speak, Qi Xia had already tucked that “Sorrow” into his pocket.

Only three fans remained available for exchange on the ground.

After countless reshufflings, the current selection was “Happiness,” “Happiness,” and “Joy.”

“Huh…?” A young man asked in confusion. “Can’t we exchange for that ‘Sorrow’ from just now?”

“Sorry about that.” Qi Xia said with a smile. “I happen to need that one. Please take a look at the others.”

After hearing this, many people showed disappointed expressions, but they didn’t leave. They seemed to be waiting for the next opportunity.

After all, the stall owner had already obtained the “Sorrow” he was missing, which meant the next “Sorrow” would still be unclaimed. That would be their chance.

The frequency of exchanges among everyone clearly slowed down.

And Qi Xia’s objective had also almost been achieved.

Based on the three remaining fans at the stall, the most common fan on the field right now was “Happiness,” followed by “Joy.” “Anger” and “Sorrow” should be quite rare.

After all, “Happiness” and “Joy” had been displayed for so long without anyone exchanging for them—everyone was waiting for “Anger” and “Sorrow.”

From this, he could deduce that those who had left must have inadvertently taken away large quantities of “Anger” and “Sorrow.”

Since all these fan faces were hidden, no one knew exactly how many there were.

So then… was someone monopolizing “Anger”?

The corner of Qi Xia’s mouth curved slightly upward. He didn’t care at all.

It didn’t matter who was monopolizing what. In this game, “monopolizing” was undoubtedly the stupidest approach.

After waiting a while longer, a thin man walked over. He was holding a broken fan and asked cautiously, “Brother… do you remember me?”

Qi Xia looked up. This man was precisely the one who had two fans taken away and another fan torn apart.

Qi Xia nodded and said, “I remember. What is it?”

“Can I… can I use this fan to exchange with you?”

Qi Xia naturally understood the man’s intentions. He carefully examined the man’s pocket and discovered that besides the one in his hand, he actually had another fan.

It seemed he had also spent three “Dao” to purchase one in the previous round.

“Brother, there’s a problem with your fan.” Qi Xia said flatly. “Although I’m running a stall doing business, I can’t possibly do business at a loss.”

The surrounding crowd naturally remembered this thin man—what he held was clearly a broken fan.

“Brother…” The thin man said with a troubled expression. “Just exchange with me… You have so many fans, one more or less doesn’t matter… I don’t even know if this fan of mine can be taken out…”

Qi Xia felt like this man had told a joke. It was inexplicably funny.

“That’s right, young man!” An older woman suddenly spoke up. “You have so many fans, why not be a good person and help this child out? He had his fans stolen—it’s been quite difficult for him.”

“Yes, yes, we have to help each other to get out of here.”

Quite a few people in the crowd actually began to echo the sentiment.

One person telling a joke was already funny enough—he hadn’t expected there would be a group performance.

Before long, everyone present was making quite a commotion.

Among them were not only “terminal saints” but also a group of petty people taking the opportunity to stir up trouble.

“Alright!” Qi Xia suddenly shouted loudly, causing the noisy crowd to immediately quiet down. “Everyone’s right! We really should help each other.”

“Exactly, exactly!” After hearing this, the thin man’s face filled with smiles as he kept pushing his fan forward. “Brother, just exchange with me!”

“Of course.” Qi Xia nodded. “Not only will I exchange this one with you, I’ll also exchange the one in your pocket.”

With that, he picked up the two “Happiness” fans from the ground and said flatly, “Either exchange both at once, or don’t exchange any at all.”