Chapter 938: The Final Match

Chapter 938: Chapter 938: The Final Match

Xue Wei’s face instantly darkened, and a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes.

But Xue Zhao was unfazed, she continued, "A true strong warrior wins by their own prowess, not by those disgraceful means. A lowly person like you is unworthy of discussing the path of strength."

Every word from Xue Zhao felt like a heavy punch, fiercely striking Xue Wei’s heart.

"You boast shamelessly here today, only because you’re feeling guilty, you’re afraid." Xue Zhao stared directly at Xue Wei, her gaze filled with firmness and confidence, "You’re afraid of facing true power, so you resort to these despicable tactics. But today, no matter what means you employ, it won’t change the final outcome."

Enraged by Xue Zhao’s words, Xue Wei’s face turned livid, his eyes charged with anger and hatred.

Yet Xue Zhao showed no fear, she straightened her back, coldly returning his gaze, as if silently declaring her resolve.

As the confrontation between Xue Zhao and Xue Wei reached its climax, the atmosphere in the square suddenly changed, encompassing everyone with an aura of solemnity and majesty.

The crowd gradually quieted down, with all eyes turning to the other side of the Competition Stage.

The Patriarch of the Xue Family was seen leading a group of Elders slowly onto the square, rendering the scene exceedingly solemn and dignified.

The Patriarch of the Xue Family wore a deep blue Brocade Robe, embroidered with golden dragon patterns, appearing both authoritative and elegant.

His stride was steady, each step seeming to tread upon the hearts of those present, imparting an intangible pressure.

Everyone could see the Family Head’s resolute features, his brows revealing an indispensable aura of authority, his eyes like torches, his expression stern and mercurial.

Following behind the Family Head were several Elders of the Xue Family.

Each was adorned in a magnificent Long Robe, of various colors, yet all exuded seriousness and solemnity.

These Elders varied in age, some with silvery hair, others still vigorous, yet each bore an air of authority and severity on their face.

They are the backbone of the Xue Family, representing the clan’s authority and tradition.

A group of Elders closely followed the Family Head, their steps uniform as they walked the red carpeted aisle.

Their arrival made the atmosphere in the square even more tense and solemn, everyone held their breath, gazes charged with reverence and anticipation.

The Family Head reached the front of the Competition Stage, paused, and surveyed the surroundings, his gaze like lightning, sweeping over every person present.

The spectators felt his pressure, and couldn’t help but lower their heads, their hearts filled with awe.

"Today is the most important day for the Xue Family," the Family Head’s voice resonated loudly and authoritatively across the square, "we will determine here who will be the new heir to the Saint Position."

His eyes turned to Xue Zhao and Xue Wei, imbued with profound scrutiny and expectation.

The Elders stood at the Family Head’s sides, their gazes also focused on the two young people on the Competition Stage.

Their expressions varied, some smiling slightly, others with furrowed brows, but invariably filled with concern and anticipation for the competition result.

"Xue Zhao, Xue Wei," the Family Head said in a deep voice, "you are both outstanding descendants of the Xue Family, today’s competition will decide who is qualified to inherit the Saint Position, and who will bear the responsibilities of the family. I hope, regardless of who wins, they will carry out this responsibility well."

As his words fell, the square erupted with enthusiastic applause and cheers.

The excitement of the audience was ignited, the entire square once again plunged into a fervent wave.

Within the bustling crowd below, Xiao Xiao, Qin Chuan, and Li Nian’er gathered into a small circle.

Qin Chuan wore a simple blue Long Robe, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, an expression tinged with a trace of perplexity.

Li Nian’er donned a pink long dress, graceful and lovely, her eyes revealing a hint of curiosity.

Qin Chuan looked around, his gaze sweeping back and forth through the crowded throng, clearly searching for someone’s figure.

He furrowed his brow, speaking softly to Xiao Xiao beside him, "Xiao Xiao, why didn’t our junior brother come? This is not like his style."

Li Nian’er also nodded in agreement, her eyes equally filled with doubt, "Yeah, didn’t our junior brother say he’d come to watch the competition today? Why haven’t we seen him yet?"

Xiao Xiao stood between the two, her expression somewhat apprehensive.

Clad in a simple pink garment, her face held a hint of helplessness.

She shook her head, "The young master only said he had something to do, he didn’t specify what. I don’t know where he is now either."

Upon hearing Xiao Xiao’s words, Qin Chuan’s brow furrowed even more.

He murmured, "That fellow, our junior brother, when did he become so secretive? How could he miss such an important competition?"

Li Nian’er sighed softly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, "I hope he hasn’t encountered any trouble. Our junior brother has always been calm and collected, he probably has his plans."

Xiao Xiao looked at their worried expressions, shrugged helplessly.

She lightly bit her lip, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, "Whatever the young master is up to, I believe he must have his reasons. Let’s just focus on watching the competition."

Qin Chuan and Li Nian’er exchanged a glance, nodding their heads.

After a moment of silence, they resumed watching Xue Zhao and Xue Wei on the Competition Stage.

The Family Head stood at the center of the Competition Stage, his gaze sweeping authoritatively over the surrounding crowd.

The square gradually quieted down, all eyes focused on him, awaiting the announcement of the final match’s rules.

The Family Head raised his hand calmly, gesturing for silence, then spoke:

"Members of the clan, today is the last day of our annual Xue Family martial tournament, and its most important day. This competition will determine who can become our Xue Family’s heir to the Saint Position."

His voice was deep and powerful, each word carrying undeniable authority, echoing through every corner of the square.

The crowd gradually fell silent, everyone holding their breath in anticipation of the Family Head’s announcement.

"Today’s final match does not require a physical confrontation," the Family Head continued, his gaze switching between Xue Zhao and Xue Wei, "this match, we won’t determine victory through force, but rather by popular support."

The Family Head paused, as if allowing everyone time to digest this information.

Then he continued, "Whichever between Xue Zhao and Xue Wei can garner more support from the people of the Xue Family will become the ultimate winner of this competition, and inherit the Saint Position."

The square erupted in low discussions, everyone evidently surprised and curious about this rule.

The Family Head continued explaining, "We will conduct a vote, every member of the Xue Family has the right to cast their sacred vote. Each of your choices reflects hope and trust for the future."

His words were firm and resonant, filled with gravity and seriousness.

He swept his gaze over the crowd once more and continued, "Xue Zhao and Xue Wei, you both have your supporters, but only whoever can truly gain the majority’s acknowledgment among the clan is worthy of the honor of the Saint Position of the Xue Family! Therefore, the upcoming voting results are of utmost importance!"