Chapter 131: Eldest Sister, I'm not tired, there's no need to rest!

"Tianmen Song Family, is there anyone else you can send to challenge me?" Chu Tian stared at Song Guodong, his gaze cold and sharp.

"I... I concede!" Song Guodong’s face turned deathly pale. If the Situ family would no longer provide assistance, he had no one left to send. Despite his unwillingness, he was forced to acknowledge his defeat. In an instant, his spirit withered, and he seemed to age ten years in a heartbeat.

"Since the Song family has conceded, you must fulfill your previous agreement: be struck from the records of Jiangnan forever!" Chu Tian’s voice rang out, carrying clearly to all corners of the arena. No one dared to defy the rules of the North-South Tournament; since the Song family had fallen on the stage, they had no opportunity to retract their word.

"Starting tomorrow, the Song family will abandon all industries in Jiangnan and never set foot here again. Please, Mr. Chu, spare the Song family this one time." Song Guodong’s lips trembled as he lowered his head. He no longer sought vengeance for his son or a future in Jiangnan; he only begged that Chu Tian would leave his family a path to survival.

"Fine. Remember what you have said today. If any member of the Song family dares to set foot in Jiangnan again, I will annihilate your entire clan!" Chu Tian’s voice was overbearing, a flash of ferocity in his eyes. The Song family had repeatedly provoked the Qingxue Group, and his willingness to let them live was already an act of extraordinary mercy. If they remained oblivious to their place, he would not mind making the Song family disappear entirely.

"Yes." Song Guodong agreed hurriedly, then turned and fled in a panic. He had lost, and he had lost completely. Not only had he failed to avenge his son, but he had also ended up being forced to flee Jiangnan in disgrace.

Chu Tian did not press the attack to the end because there was no need. While Song Tao was no saint, it was only natural for Song Guodong to seek revenge for his son. The only reason the Song family had dared to challenge the Qingxue Group was due to the instigation of the Situ family—they were the true masterminds behind the scenes.

"Xiaotian, you’ve already defeated the Song family. Come down and get some rest," Liu Qingxue said, walking to the edge of the stage with a sweet smile.

"Big sister, I am not tired. There is no need to rest!" Chu Tian had expelled the Song family, but his goal was to compete for the title of alliance leader in the North-South Tournament; how could he easily leave the stage? Having said this, Chu Tian shifted his gaze, sweeping across the various factions present. "Now, who else wishes to challenge the Qingxue Group?" His voice thundered across the area.

A commotion erupted among the crowd. After dealing with the Song family, Chu Tian intended to continue? Yet, the numerous families fell into silence, and no one stepped forward to respond. Even the Situ family, which had been targeting the Qingxue Group earlier, remained silent. It was unclear if they were intimidated by Chu Tian or simply wished to preserve their strength, but not a single person spoke up.

At this moment, Long Jianfei frowned slightly. Chu Tian’s declaration was perhaps a bit too arrogant. He was challenging both the North and South of the Yangtze; if no one stood up to accept, would it not imply that everyone was afraid of him? Seeing that no one was responding, Long Jianfei prepared to send his own men out—partly because he found Chu Tian’s arrogance unbearable, and partly because the Long family looked down on him.

However, Long Tianjiao seemed to sense her uncle’s intentions and spoke up first to stop him. "Second Uncle!" That single call was enough for Long Jianfei to calm down. For the sake of his niece, he could not move against Chu Tian. Furthermore, Chu Tian’s strength was not to be underestimated; fighting him now would only lead to mutual destruction, benefiting the forces of the North for nothing. Thus, for both public and private reasons, it was not convenient for the Long family to intervene.

Seeing that the major factions of Jiangnan remained silent, Chu Tian turned directly to face the people from the North. "Patriarch Wan, the North-South Tournament is meant to resolve the conflicts between Jiangnan and the North. Yet, here we have the factions of Jiangnan tearing each other apart while you in the North sit back and reap the rewards. Does this not go against the original intent of the tournament?"

"Now that there is no one left from Jiangnan to step onto the stage, will you in the North not send someone to fight?" Chu Tian chuckled. Though his words were not blunt, his meaning was crystal clear: he was challenging the entire North, and the Wan family would be the first to bear the brunt!

"Chu Tian, are you certain you wish to challenge the entire North?" Wan Tianyu’s expression darkened, his tone deepening.

"You may interpret it that way!" Chu Tian’s smile did not fade, and he even nodded.

"Good, you have guts! The men of the North do not shy away from battle. Who is willing to take the lead?" Wan Tianyu’s voice was bold as he waved his hand.

"Patriarch Wan, let me meet this young hero from Jiangnan!" A middle-aged man from the North responded. He leaped, transforming into a blurred shadow as he landed on the stage, the aura of a Martial Master radiating from his body. Without wasting words, Chu Tian launched his attack.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Within seconds, the two had traded dozens of blows. Their fists carried the force of tearing through the air, their speed as swift as shadows.

"Heavenly Demon Fist!"

In the next second, Chu Tian unleashed his martial skill, his fist wreathed in black light as he struck toward his opponent. The expert from the North’s expression shifted dramatically, and he hurriedly crossed his arms to protect his chest.

*Boom!*

Chu Tian’s fist slammed into the man’s arms, forcing him to retreat repeatedly, his arms numb from the impact. Chu Tian pressed forward, delivering another strike.

*Boom!*

This time, the fist stopped just before the man’s face, not making actual contact. Yet, had Chu Tian truly wished it, that punch would have been enough to leave his opponent severely injured.

"I have lost. Thank you, Mr. Chu, for showing mercy!" The expert from the North sighed, stepped back, and bowed. If Chu Tian had not held back, he would not only have lost, but he would have sustained heavy injuries—at the very least, his arms would have been shattered. Since his skill was inferior, there was nothing more to be said.

As the expert exited the stage, Wan Tianyu’s expression became grave. "Which other expert wishes to challenge Chu Tian?" he asked once more. Another expert from the North stepped up. This one was also at the Martial Master level, but after a round of combat, he too was defeated. Wan Tianyu remained stubborn, dispatching two more Martial Masters in succession, but all were defeated.

Although sending a continuous stream of challengers bordered on a war of attrition, it was entirely within the rules of the tournament. If Chu Tian wished, he could have invited others to replace him. The problem was that the Qingxue Group had no one else; he was their only peak combatant. While the Long and Situ families were present, the Situ family would never help him, and the Long family seemed filled with prejudice against him.

For now, Chu Tian could only fight alone, yet he truly possessed the heroic spirit of a man standing against ten thousand!