The next day.
Several arena platforms in the venue merged together, forming a more massive martial stage.
This was the professional arena for the finals. Not only was it renovated, dozens of formation masters had reinforced it with formations. Whether in height, width, or thickness, it was all much stronger than before.
Even rubbing Sect Master Jun’s face vigorously against it—they could grind off several layers of his skin without necessarily damaging a single stone slab.
“So magnificent!”
The audience entering one after another, seeing that grand arena platform, realized that today’s final battle would definitely be extremely spectacular!
“Please welcome Eternal Sect and Proud World Sacred Sect disciples to the arena!”
City Lord Han’s heavy voice resounded through the venue, transmitted via light screen across the entire continent.
The imaging formation gave the camera focus, allowing one to see this powerhouse standing in the VIP viewing area, one hand pressing on Jun Changxiao’s shoulder.
Ever since City Lord Han personally took responsibility for supervision, that guy hadn’t shown his face on the formation screens again.
“Tsk tsk.”
Someone said, “A Martial Saint watching him every step without leaving—that’s high-level treatment.”
“The advertising was too insane!”
“This is the first time I’ve seen such a shameless sect master!”
After several days of combat, many people remembered that fifth-rate sect’s powerful disciples, and also remembered that shameless sect master.
“Swish!”
Just then, Jun Changxiao spread both arms and pulled out a banner from thin air.
Through the camera lens, one could clearly see a line of text written on it: Join my sect, let’s soar with our dreams together!
After returning yesterday, he’d pondered for most of the night and finally thought of this move!
The camera was giving City Lord Han a close-up shot, so when Sect Master Jun pulled out the promotional banner, that line of large characters instantly stole the spotlight!
“…”
Everyone’s mouths twitched.
This advertising was truly insane, completely obsessed!
The expression on City Lord Han’s face also became spectacular as he urgently transmitted to the formation masters to move the camera away.
Worth it.
At least it appeared for several seconds.
If this were on Earth at certain large-scale galas or variety shows, just a few seconds of advertising time would be extremely expensive!
City Lord Han collapsed, “Impossible to guard against!”
He’d blocked that guy from flying up to show his face, but couldn’t block him from continuing to advertise by pulling out banners!
Forget it, forget it.
Today was also the last match—just endure it a bit more.
City Lord Han forcibly suppressed the impulse to press Jun Changxiao down and rub him against the floor.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Just then, the twenty-five disciples representing Eternal Sect walked up one by one.
However, City Lord Han’s facial expression became spectacular again!
On the front of the bright-colored uniforms these disciples wore, each had written: Eternal Sect, your best choice.
You have your clever plan, I have my ladder over the wall!
If you won’t give this seat camera time, then I’ll put advertisements all over the disciples’ uniforms. I don’t believe you won’t give them camera time during combat!
“Can’t take it anymore!”
Many audience members, seeing the slogans on Eternal Sect disciples’ uniforms, were about to go crazy!
The corner of City Lord Han’s mouth twitched violently.
This move, how to counter it?
Make them return to the waiting room to change again?
But Proud World Sacred Sect’s disciples had already entered, so naturally there was no time!
City Lord Han could only continue contacting the formation masters, instructing them that after both sides’ disciples took the stage, give Eternal Sect disciples back views, and use distant shots when fighting—as distant as possible.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Soon after, Proud World Sacred Sect’s disciples led by Ao Wushuang stood on the high platform.
The imaging formation’s camera also shifted from front to back view.
“Holy crap!”
City Lord Han couldn’t help but curse.
The twenty-five Eternal Sect disciples with their backs to the camera each had one character written on their uniforms, combining to form: My Eternal Sect inherits from ancient times, adhering to the principle of benefiting all living beings, sincerely recruiting heroes from under heaven!
Including two commas and one exclamation mark, exactly twenty-five characters!
Moreover, the characters were extremely large, occupying the entire back. When the camera gave back close-ups, they directly filled the light screen.
Front and back both covered—just try to counter this!
At that moment, City Lord Han almost couldn’t resist shutting down the imaging formation.
However, cities from various provinces had all paid money and possessed the right to obtain footage. If he shut it down during the finals, wouldn’t that cause an uproar!
“City Lord Han.”
Jun Changxiao said in a low voice, “Next time if you hold Dragon-Tiger Championship again, you can publicly bid for advertising positions like mine. There will definitely be people willing to spend big money to purchase this advertising method. At that time, the organizers will certainly also profit handsomely.”
“…”
Though City Lord Han was quite distressed, thinking it over, he felt it made some sense.
Thus, next time he applied for Dragon-Tiger Championship and adopted Jun Changxiao’s suggestion, henceforth Dragon-Tiger Championship walked the path of no return: fighting a match with commercial breaks, finishing daytime matches then broadcasting commercials all night.
It developed to such an insane degree that later generations would joke—commercials interspersed with Dragon-Tiger Championship.
In a world where advertising concepts weren’t yet very strong, Jun Changxiao, with his Earthling thinking, was crazily corrupting it.
The most典型 example was clothing.
With Eternal Sect disciples’ spectacular performance in Dragon-Tiger Championship, it would inevitably set off a new wave of reform.
At that time, everyone wearing Tang suits and qipaos, casually saying “no problem, buddy” would all be normal!
…
Arena platform.
Disciples from both sects stood opposite each other, the atmosphere instantly becoming murderous.
This atmosphere came from only one person.
That’s right.
It’s him, it’s him, it’s him—our Fei A Niu!
Ye Xingchen continuously stared at Ao Wushuang, his emotionless eyes seeming to look at a person who’d been dead and cold for many days.
“Junior Brother.”
Li Qingyang transmitted, “This is the last match. You absolutely must control your emotions, absolutely can’t cause a fatality, otherwise the sect master will be in a very difficult position.”
With Senior Sister’s cold temperament and silence, only he could mediate at this time. After all, his head bore the hidden ID of ‘Internal Affairs Director.’
Ye Xingchen said, “I only want half his life.”
“…”
The corner of Li Qingyang’s mouth twitched slightly.
“Heh.”
Just then, Ao Wushuang said indifferently, “You actually managed to break into the finals. I take back my earlier words—you’re a bit more excellent than other trash.”
“Of course.”
He grinned, “Don’t rush to celebrate, because no matter how excellent, you’re still trash.”
“Crack!”
Su Xiaomo, Li Fei and the others clenched their fists, eyes flashing with fury.
Even the usually good-tempered Li Qingyang, hearing Ao Wushuang’s words, said in a deep voice, “Junior Brother, let it be half a life then!”
“Young Master Ao is really arrogant.”
“Proud World Sacred Sect’s exclusive mental cultivation method is the Proud Heaven Manual. The higher the comprehension level, the more arrogant the personality.”
“How did this kind of sect develop?”
“I heard there’s a complementary mental cultivation method that can offset the arrogance, but this Young Master Ao hasn’t practiced it, so he’s always maintained this arrogant appearance.”
“No wonder, no wonder.”
Everyone quietly discussed, also understanding why Ao Wushuang was so arrogant.
“Boy.”
Jun Changxiao leaned back in his chair, arm propped on his leg, chin resting on the back of his hand, “You’re using your own life to repeatedly explore the depths of hell.”
He’d seen arrogant dandy disciples before, but this kind of guy arrogant to the heavens was the first.
As the little diamond of the courting-death world, he felt somewhat inferior.
“Will both sides single-duel or have a group melee?”
The referee walked up but maintained absolute vigilance, because the arena platform was filled with intense gunpowder smell.
“Single duel.”
Ao Wushuang and Ye Xingchen said in unison.
The referee urgently announced, “Dragon-Tiger Championship finals, both sides’ representatives choose single combat!”
“It’s starting!”
The audience members all held their breath.
The referee looked toward both sides’ disciples, “Who will fight first?”
Ao Wushuang stepped forward, saying indifferently, “To deal with this kind of trash that’s slightly more excellent, naturally this young master will fight alone and send them all back to the trash heap.”
Ye Xingchen walked forward.
The closer to abusing a dead man, the calmer he became.
“Junior Brother Ye!”
Su Xiaomo and the others all transmitted, “This guy is yours—you must abuse him to half-death!”