The door opened, and it was indeed him.
Seeing Qian Duoduo's flushed face and sweat-drenched hair, he was startled and asked, "What are you doing?"
He was even more surprised when he detected the change in Qian Duoduo's Aura.
"Your cultivation has recovered to Level 1?"
Hu Qingyin circled Qian Duoduo twice.
"Good, excellent. Tonight is the third Jail fight. I heard Jin Buyong is going to use a big move, and I was a bit worried, but now you seem to have some confidence."
"What big move?"
Hu Qingyin hesitated for a moment. "I heard he's sending a Qi Condensation Level 3 person to deal with you."
"Qi Condensation Level 3? Isn't that against the rules?" Qian Duoduo's hands and feet went cold with anger, almost speechless.
"Last time, the Yan Qi he sent had just advanced to Level 2 and was forcibly suppressed to Level 1 using a Mystic Art. This time, he'll probably suppress them even harder," Hu Qingyin guessed.
The rules of the Jail fight dictate that opponents must be of the same level.
Since Qian Duoduo's cultivation was only Level 1, Jin Buyong and the others could only send Level 1 Cultivators.
In the last match, Qian Duoduo was Level 0, and Jin Buyong's side had no Level 0, so Zhu Anquan allowed them to send a Level 1.
Seeing Qian Duoduo very angry, Hu Qingyin encouraged him:
"What are you afraid of? Aren't you from the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation? I've given you everything you asked for. You must win! This win or loss is two thousand gold coins!"
"There are still three hours until the match; you should practice more."
After Hu Qingyin left, Qian Duoduo lay on his back on the ground.
"Facing one evil dog, I can still handle it. But with three, I can only run. But locked in this Jail, where can I run?"
Liu Boli floated out, "Don't you want to win anymore?"
Qian Duoduo shook his head, "No, it's too tiring. Qi Condensation Level 3! I just reached Level 1; I definitely can't beat him."
"So-called Immortals are also people, just people who understand Immortal arts. When you were Level 0, you could win against Level 2. Now that you're Level 1, are you still afraid of his Level 3? Especially a Cultivator whose cultivation is suppressed by a Mystic Art and can only display Level 1 strength? He's going down, you're going up, so there's a good chance of winning."
After listening to Liu Boli, Qian Duoduo sat up, "That makes sense!"
Liu Boli stroked his beard, "Besides, don't I still have me?"
An Aura of a superior rose up.
As one of the world's top Artifact Refiners, Liu Boli had his own confidence.
Qian Duoduo stood up and bowed deeply.
"Old Liu, teach me."
"As they say, in a narrow path, the brave wins; if you lose heart, you lose three points. Although Yan Qi knew Immortal arts last time and was stronger and more robust than you, he was afraid in his heart, his abilities were greatly reduced, and he still lost in the end."
"As long as you, like last time, focus completely, block every attack, and stand invincible, no matter who the opponent is, they will panic."
Liu Boli opened his eyes slightly and said slowly.
Qian Duoduo nodded.
"Even if he is a Qi Condensation Level 3 Cultivator, if he drops to Level 1 to fight you, at most, he'll have better stamina. And for stamina, you also have a solution."
Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up, "What solution?"
"Ling Shen."
Ling Shen is a high-grade medicinal ingredient; a complete plant costs several thousand gold coins, something a Utility Disciple could never afford.
"Right!"
In the Golden Toad, Old Liu stole several Ling Shen.
With them, there's no need to worry about the duration of Spiritual Qi.
"You still have two ultimate moves."
Seeing Qian Duoduo re-energized, Liu Boli prompted again.
"I still have ultimate moves?"
Qian Duoduo asked in disbelief, pointing to himself.
"Your ultimate moves are…" Liu Boli said softly.
"Right! Right!"
After hearing Liu Boli's guidance, Qian Duoduo couldn't help but exclaim.
He picked up the wooden sword and Spirit Chicken claws and began to practice.
Three hours later, a creak, the door opened, and Hu Qingyin stood outside.
"Let's go, the third match!"
The corridor outside the door was full of people.
For the Jail fight finals, it was estimated that everyone who could move would go to watch the excitement.
Entering the Correction Institute, the stands were packed with people, whispering in twos and threes.
Jin Buyong sat confidently in his previous spot, with Gongsun Zheng standing beside him.
When Qian Duoduo walked in, Gongsun Zheng pointed at him and whispered something to a fierce-looking young man behind him.
Hu Qingyin led Qian Duoduo to stand in front of the square platform, and Zhu Anquan stood up, immediately stopping the whispers in the stands.
Qian Duoduo changing from Level 0 to Level 1 didn't attract much attention.
"Our Refining Spirit Sect, cultivating Immortals and valuing martial arts, must determine superiority through combat, no matter where. The Jail fight is our open competition in the Jail. The first two matches ended in a one-to-one tie, and today is the final. After discussing with Brother Buyong, those watching can place bets on the outcome, betting on a win or loss."
Zhu Anquan said in a clear voice.
He pointed to the high part of the stands, "There are two boxes there, one representing Jin Buhuan, and one representing Ren Rong."
Gongsun Zheng patted the fierce-looking young man, and the two walked to the other end of the square platform.
The young man had round eyes and thick eyebrows, a body full of muscle, and thick, rough skin.
Jin Buyong swayed and stood up, cupping his hands to everyone, "Welcome everyone to place your bets, buy Ren Rong to win!"
"Welcome everyone to buy Jin Buhuan to win!" Zhu Anquan said, unwilling to be outdone.
Amidst the shouts of Zhu Anquan and Jin Buyong, the people in the stands flocked to the high platform behind.
There, they registered their bets and threw gold coins into the boxes, the clinking sound of gold coins was incessant, and the temperature in the Correction Institute grew higher and higher.
The audience in the stands sat down again.
Qian Duoduo and Ren Rong walked onto the square platform almost simultaneously.
On the platform, Ren Rong lifted his chin, glanced at Qian Duoduo, rolled his eyes, said nothing, and swung his right fist in a punch.
This is a barbarian!
Qian Duoduo was startled and quickly picked up his wooden sword, striking out with a sword to block the fist the size of a bowl.
"Thud!"
The wooden sword collided with the fist.
Qian Duoduo's sword strike was like cutting into a large wooden stump, and there was no expression of pain on Ren Rong's large face.
Ren Rong smiled contemptuously, his fists striking repeatedly, like hail, raining down on Qian Duoduo's head.
Qian Duoduo, with Ling Shen in his mouth, dared not be distracted, gripping the wooden sword tightly with both hands, blocking punches with his sword, constantly moving sideways, constantly retreating.
In the stands, Gongsun Zheng kept shouting: "Ren Rong, come on! Ren Rong, come on!"
And Hu Qingyin led another group of people shouting: "Jin Buhuan, sure to win! Jin Buhuan, sure to win!"
Gradually, Qian Duoduo could no longer hear the shouts and cheers of these people.
In his eyes, there were only Ren Rong's two large fists, only how that big man's shoulders moved, how his legs moved, and how he could block the attacks and stop the fists.
Ren Rong's fists were powerful and heavy; if they landed on Qian Duoduo, Qian Duoduo would fall off the square platform.
"Surrender early, Jin Buhuan!" Ren Rong's fist grazed Qian Duoduo's scalp.
"I am Qi Condensation Level 3; although two Spiritual Veins were forcibly Sealed, dealing with you is still easy and pleasant."
After dodging for a quarter of an hour or two, Ren Rong was still calm and composed.
After dozens more punches, he continued to persuade him to surrender:
"I watched your match with Yan Qi; don't think you can outlast me. I'm a Body Cultivator; my body is my Magic Treasure. You don't seem to know Flying Sword, so I'm even less afraid of close combat…"
Qian Duoduo remained unmoved, thinking: "He says what he says, I fight my fight. I'll just pretend he's a bee, buzzing in my ear. I don't understand what he's saying, and I don't want to listen."
Another quarter of an hour passed, "Hey!" Ren Rong shouted loudly, and a large wooden hammer appeared in his hand.
The head of that large wooden hammer was two sizes larger than his big head.
"Whoosh!"
He swung the large wooden hammer, bringing with it the sound of wind, and smashed it down on Qian Duoduo's head!