Qi Mu

Meanwhile, Fang Qiong was fighting her own battle in the other semifinal match. Her opponent was Qi Mu, Patriarch Qi's great grandson and also the young master of the Qi family.

Qi Mu was a body cultivator, meaning he focused on developing his physical strength instead of learning magic techniques. He was very egotistic and believed he was the strongest cultivator in the tournament.

He was tall with thick muscles and dark skin. He had short black hair and sharp eyes. He had a ugly but fierce face.

Fang Qiong was much shorter than Qi Mu, but she was not intimidated by his size or strength. She was wearing a white robe with the Fang family insignia on it.

"So, you're the famous Fang Qiong," Qi Mu said as he stepped into the ring. "I must say, I'm disappointed."

"And why is that?" Fang Qiong asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I heard you were beautiful. But you're just so so."

"And you're just ugly," Fang Qiong said, smirking. "You have an ugly face and an even uglier body."

Qi Mu scoffed. "You think so? Why don't you come closer and take a better look?"

Fang Qiong laughed. "I'd rather not. I might catch whatever disease you have."

Qi Mu lunged at Fang Qiong, trying to grab her. But she dodged his attack and kicked him in the stomach.

The match between Fang Qiong and Qi Mu was very intense. They were both skilled martial artists and neither one could gain the upper hand. They exchanged blows, kicks, and throws, but neither one could score a decisive victory.

However, Qi Mu had a trick up his sleeve. He knew that Fang Qiong was weaker than him in terms of brute strength, so he decided to wear her down with relentless attacks. Eventually, he managed to land a solid punch that sent Fang Qiong flying out of the ring.

Qi Mu celebrated his victory while Fang Qiong was helped off the field by her servants. She was obviously unhappy about losing, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Qi Mu then turned to Chen Fan and grinned. "Now it's your turn, little boy."