Chapter 3755 Victory Without Fighting

Grand Elder Han Fangcuo's expression was terrifyingly grim as he looked at the people before him: "Are you sure there's no news?"

"Elder, we've done our best; we really haven't found anything."

The people standing before him were all the Han Family's representatives in Yuangu City. As the saying goes, if alive, see the person; if dead, see the corpse. But they had found neither the person nor the corpse.

After days of tirelessly searching, they had found neither Han Lingduan nor Han Lingkuang.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Losing two Core Disciples at once infuriated Han Fangcuo.

"Originally, our Han Family had five participants; now only three remain. How can we possibly compete like this?"

Everyone present lowered their heads, silent as cicadas in winter. Although they felt this matter wasn't their fault, they didn't have the courage to contradict the Grand Elder at this moment.

"Elder, since things have come to this, being angry is useless."

Han Lingce stepped forward, "Lingkuang's disappearance might be an accident, but Lingduan's is definitely someone targeting our Han Family."

"Damn it! If this old man finds out who it is, I'll flay him alive, tear out his tendons, and hack him into a thousand pieces!"

Han Fangcuo remained furious.

At this moment, a Han Family Disciple stepped forward: "Elder, can we find someone to replace him? Any Immortal King from our Han Family would be better than that Ye."

"Nonsense! The list has been submitted, the draw is complete, and even the major gambling houses have opened their bets.

You're talking about changing people now? Do you have any brains?"

Han Fangcuo roared at that Disciple again, scaring the others into quickly shutting their mouths.

After a brief silence, Han Lingce again stepped forward, "Elder, the competition is about to begin. Although only the three of us brothers are left, we will not fail the Han Family's high hopes."

Han Fangcuo took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart. He knew that getting angry at this moment was useless; he still had to complete the remaining matches.

"Let's go."

He led the Han Family members out of the inn and hurried towards the training ground.

Ye Bufan had already led his people into the training ground, attracting countless gazes along the way.

He was originally the dark horse of the group stage, and the news of his previous departure from Yuangu City had spread like wildfire.

Now that he had suddenly reappeared, he naturally attracted attention from others.

Inside the venue, the previously enormous arena had been modified. After all, these things were all Magic Treasures, which could be changed at will.

Now, ten arenas had been set up in the center of the venue, much smaller than those in the previous group stage, but sufficient for two-person duels.

According to the previously set rules, one hundred people were divided into fifty groups, with ten groups per round, completing all matches in five rounds.

As Ye Bufan and his group were about to take their seats, they ran into the Zhao Family, who had come to watch the competition.

Enemies meeting made their eyes burn with hatred. Zhao Xingfeng gritted his teeth in fury upon seeing him.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to dare come back. I'll see how you die at Han Lingduan's hands later."

The other Zhao Family members also glared, their gazes as if looking at a dead man.

In the hearts of these people, Ye Bufan would either die or be crippled in this battle. If not for the rules, he probably wouldn't even be able to preserve his Primordial Spirit.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly at them: "What's going on? Aren't you spectators? What are you doing in the competition area?

Hurry back; that's your place."

His voice was not small, immediately attracting countless people's attention.

Suddenly, there was an uproar. This publicly exposed the Zhao Family's wound; as one of the Seven Great Families, to only be able to watch from the stands was an immense humiliation.

"You… I'll see how you die later!"

Zhao Xingfeng was so angry his eyes shot fire, wishing he could rush up and slap the opponent to death.

But he dared not act at this moment and could only lead the Zhao Family Disciples away in a huff.

Ye Bufan and the others returned to their seats. Not long after, the Hundred Sect Competition officially began.

The surrounding crowd was incredibly excited. For them, the group stage was merely a prelude; the true powerhouses would now make their appearance.

Dao Lord Wu Huo stepped out, standing above the ten arenas, reiterated the rules of the competition, and then formally announced the start of the Hundred Sect Competition.

According to the previous ranking, the Disciple who drew number one and the Disciple who drew number one hundred would choose Arena One, number two and number ninety-nine would choose Arena Two, and so on.

Upon receiving the command to start, everyone quickly stepped onto the arenas.

Ye Bufan did the same, his figure flashing onto Arena Two.

Amidst the cheers, the others were also extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, nine out of the ten arenas had groups in place.

Only on Ye Bufan's side was he alone on the arena, with no opponent appearing for a long time.

Dao Lord Wu Huo frowned and scanned the crowd below: "Number two, Han Family Disciple Han Lingduan, please come out quickly."

As soon as he spoke, the crowd immediately fell silent.

Everyone wondered why, in such an important competition, Han Lingduan had still not shown up.

Could it be that he was too arrogant, didn't take this opponent seriously, and was intentionally late?

The Four Directions Sword Sect and the Zhao Family were even more anxious. Although their Disciples were not participating, their gambling houses had too much at stake, so they were extremely concerned about this match.

Zhao Xingfeng sat there, already impatient, wishing Han Lingduan would get on stage and slap Ye Bufan into a meat paste, that would be truly satisfying.

But now, this scene was completely beyond his expectations. He waited for a long time and still saw no one. What was going on?

On the viewing platform, the Elders of the Three Great Sects all frowned. Dao Lord Wu Huo even showed a hint of displeasure, turning to look at Han Pingcuo of the Han Family.

"Elder Han, what's going on? If your Han Family Disciple doesn't come out to fight soon, I'll have to announce the result."

"Alas!"

Han Fangcuo let out a long sigh. He had held a tiny glimmer of hope that at this critical moment, Han Lingduan would appear out of thin air, arrive in time, and fight for the Han Family.

Now it seemed all was wishful thinking, all his own overthinking. Helplessly, he could only say: "Dao Lord, my Han Family Disciple Han Lingduan has suddenly disappeared. We forfeit this match!"

As soon as he spoke, the entire venue erupted in an uproar.

A participating Disciple suddenly disappearing and being unable to compete on stage was a first in many years.

You must know that this was Yuangu City, and the safety of participating Disciples was greatly guaranteed. How could someone suddenly disappear?

"Oh my heavens, what's going on? A Han Family Disciple actually disappeared suddenly? How is that possible?"

"Forfeiting on the spot? Doesn't that mean that Ye entered the next round without lifting a finger? Isn't that too lucky?"

"Damn the Han Family, how could this happen? How could they forfeit on the spot? I bet on Han Lingduan, my Immortal Crystals…"

After a brief silence, the venue instantly exploded. Some were stunned, some discussed animatedly, and some directly cursed on the spot.

The Han Family's forfeiture, however, made the Four Directions Sword Sect and the Zhao Family look the most dismayed.

They had no mental preparation at all. They had thought this was a guaranteed win, but it ended in failure.

The Han Family forfeiting was irrelevant; the key was that their gambling houses would suffer, losing a large sum of Immortal Crystals.

Especially the Zhao Family, who wished they could rush up and strangle Han Fangcuo. They had bet three hundred million on the Wei Family's gambling house.

But there was nothing they could do. No matter how much resentment they had, they could only endure it, after all, Han Lingduan had disappeared.