148: Unlucky Supreme

“Eh?”

On the viewing platform, Shi Hao, who had just sat down, was momentarily stunned. The next moment, the relaxed expression on his face instantly froze.

Of course, it wasn't just him; Hu Qianxue and the others standing beside him were also stunned, and their expressions became incredibly amusing after they reacted.

This kid's luck was truly something else.

Of course, it wasn't just there; Zhang Liang's words were heard by everyone present. Regarding this result, the Heavenly Venerables on the waiting platform all breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that they hadn't encountered this little ancestor.

At the same time, everyone also felt happy. It seemed that this little ancestor's luck had finally run out. Encountering the Senior Sister was no different from being eliminated.

“Senior Brother…”

At this moment, Shi Hao finally reacted. He turned to look at Yunxiao not far away, his small face scrunched up, looking as if he was about to cry.

“Uh, this…”

Facing his Junior Brother’s resentful gaze, Yunxiao's mouth twitched slightly, and for a moment, he felt a bit sweaty.

Heaven and earth bear witness, he had just been giving normal comfort earlier, who would have thought that Junior Brother's luck would be so bad, immediately encountering one of the three favorites to win, the Senior Sister.

There was no way he could win now; even if the Senior Sister went easy, it would be useless.

“Pfft!”

Just then, a laugh suddenly rang out. Several people subconsciously turned their heads and saw Qin Wudao covering his mouth. From the corners of his narrowed eyes, it was clear he was laughing very happily.

“Sorry, I thought of something happy.”

Qin Wudao, suppressing his laughter, walked closer, then patted Shi Hao’s shoulder, his tone full of schadenfreude.

“Junior Brother, don't you often say you're a man? Well, today, you can go and be honorably defeated as a man.”

“…”

No matter how unwilling Shi Hao was, he eventually stepped onto the arena. Looking at Yun Ling'er not far away, he forced a smile.

“Senior Sister…”

“It's alright, Xiao Hao.”

Yun Ling'er casually pushed her hair behind her ear and said gently.

“You won't be eliminated directly. You still have a chance.”

“…”

Seeing the longsword suddenly appear in her hand, Shi Hao knew that his Senior Sister had no intention of holding back. “Still have a chance” meant she was telling him to prepare for the loser's bracket!

“I concede!”

After thinking it through, Shi Hao didn't hesitate at all. He immediately raised his hand and looked at Zhang Liang. He wasn't stupid; there was no need to fight a battle he was sure to lose. He might as well use that free time to adjust his mindset for a few more minutes offstage and prepare for the loser's bracket.

“Good boy.”

Seeing this, Yun Ling'er smiled slightly. After putting away her sword, she patted his little head.

She didn't particularly like fighting either; the less trouble, the better. Shi Hao surrendering made things easier for her.

Offstage, despite some disappointment from the Disciples regarding Shi Hao's instant surrender, they understood it perfectly.

There was no other way; the gap between the two was simply too vast. Star Lord Realm Ninth Heaven versus God King Realm First Heaven—fighting across two major Realms. Forget about Shi Hao, even if the Supreme's father came, it would be tough.

When the two returned, the vast waiting area was empty except for them. Everyone else, including Qin Wudao, had already entered the fray.

Not long after the two sat down, Qin Wudao came down from the arena, carrying a stick. Amidst deafening cheers, he returned to the waiting area, humming something to himself, seemingly in a good mood.

“Senior Sister, your match ended quite quickly.”

Qin Wudao teased, his gaze falling on Shi Hao. Seeing the latter's low spirits, he grinned and said,

“Alright, kid, cheer up. It’s just losing one match. Just win the next one. How could your luck be that bad every time?”

“Mm.”

Hearing this, Shi Hao, though not overly excited, nodded, seemingly quite in agreement with what he said.

Soon after, Hu Qianxue and Yunxiao also returned. Coincidentally, Bai Jian also flew back with them.

“Relax, Xiao Haozi.”

After sitting down, Hu Qianxue rested her chin on Yun Ling'er's shoulder and comforted him with a smile.

“Don't be discouraged. Work hard, and maybe you can still win.”

“Second Senior Sister is right.”

Yunxiao, who had just made a prophetic statement, also nodded busily. After looking around, he withdrew his gaze and, as if he had discovered something, said thoughtfully,

“As long as you don't run into that person this time…”

“Hm?”

Everyone present had strong cultivation, and after clearly hearing what Yunxiao said, they all turned to look at him, seemingly confused by what he meant.

But very quickly, Qin Wudao and the others seemed to realize something. They exchanged glances, and expressions of understanding appeared on their faces, leaving only the little Shi Hao sitting there, utterly bewildered.

“I say.”

Qin Wudao stroked his chin, his expression a bit strange. He looked not far away and then spoke hesitantly,

“It can't be that coincidental, can it?”

“Who knows…”

Just then, from high in the sky, Zhang Liang's voice rang out again, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

“Loser's Bracket, Arena Seven, Shi Hao, Bai Jian.”

Yun Ling'er: “…”

Hu Qianxue: “…”

Qin Wudao: “…”

Yunxiao: “…”

A certain little Supreme: “?!!”