Flaming hot power brewed in Jin Tiesha’s stomach…

  His igniting mouth heralded impending doom, but…

  The savage baldie didn’t give him the chance to spit anything out!

  That bald head snapped forward like a hammer, smashing right into Jin Tiesha’s!

  BAM!

  Head to head! No chants, no techniques—just raw, brutal simplicity.

  Yet, such simplicity made Jin Tiesha’s world spin!

  Any focus to cast spells became a lost cause, and the flames waiting to be spewed out was choked back down...

  Feeling his throat get scorched, Jin Tiesha hoarsely gasped. “You- cough- cough-”

  “Emhem...” Jia Hu bared his bloody teeth back. “My cousin always said I had a hard head. This be a fine stage to test it. So…”

  The bald head reared back. “Have another taste!”

  Another skull-cracking headbutt. Another bone-rattling bam, even harder than the first!

  Blood splattered. Stars and rainbows danced across both their visions, yet the baldie didn’t let go!

  “Taste THE rainbow!”

  BAM!

  Noses went crooked. Bloodied face stared at bloodied face, but this only made the berserker’s grin even more savage.

  “HAHA! Again!”

  BAM!

  Minds rattled. Ears ringing. Visions swum erratically...

  “ANOTHER!”

  BAM!

  The battered faces were barely recognizable…

  The world was spinning so hard that he can’t tell east from west, but…

  “A... GAIN!”

  BAM!

  This time, the impact echoed to the depths of their minds, birthing a world of black and red.

  Faces became a bit unresponsive, and both men staggered unsteadily, falling away from each other.

  “Not… yet.”

  An uncannily strong will planted the baldie’s foot firmly back on the ground and the grips born from iron will yanked both sides back together…

  Like magnets of opposite ends, head brutally met head for the last time!

  BAM!

  Bone bounced off bone and all strength drained from the aggressor’s body...

  The baldie freely fell back...

  “Victory… belongs… to… the sun…”

  Thud. A solid back landed flat on the ground. Then... there was no more movement.

  Lost?

  No. Because another limp body similarly hit the ground...

  Looking back over to the other side, everyone realized Jin Tiesha was knocked out cold!

  “Is it over?” “Double knockout?”

  The murmuring crowd in the arena gradually fell silent.

  Both warriors were down... but there’s no such thing as a tie.

  So… who won?

  But then, a shaky, blood-soaked hand slowly reached up and grasped the sun…

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  The owner of that fist?

  “IT’S THE BALDIE!”

  Roaring cheers broke out all over the arena!

  “Lucky Seven! Lucky Seven! Lucky Seven!”

  The triumphant fist limply fell over, but that did little to stop the crazy cheers.

  Honestly, there wasn’t anything too flashy nor outstanding in this round.

  The win can even be attributed to luck.

  Yet... all got pumped up by this bloody fight.

  It wasn’t just because the underdog overturned the strong.

  It’s because the bloodthirsty folks likes to see who can really bear the pain like a real man!

  Here, the answer was clear.

  “Jia Hu versus Jin Tiesha… Winner, Jia Hu!”

  The official announcement came down.

  It was a rather quick decision. There was obviously some favoritism involved.

  After all, that baldie was lying like a dead dog on the ground. There was no hope for a quick recovery.

  On the other hand…

  A foundation builder won’t stay knocked out for long.

  Given a bit more time, Jin Tiesha will have no trouble waking up and can easily deal with a battered Qi Refiner!

  “Too bad though. The matter is now set in stone.” Bubai sighed.

  Some may call it out for being unfair, but when was the world ever fair?

  This outcome was as fair as it gets.

  Bubai cast a glance at the unconscious, finger-twitching Jin Tiesha, his gaze narrowing in thought.

  Was this Jin Tiesha weak? Not exactly.

  In a real fight, if this Jin Tiesha could take to the skies on his flying windsurfer, the baldie would be nothing but a helpless waddling duck under the foundation builder’s spell bombardment.

  But there are no what ifs.

  The here and now was the only truth.

  And here, in the bloodstained arena…

  Jin Tiesha already had an advantage almost all around—cultivation base, versatile casting power, spiritual sense vision...

  A foundation builder should have won easily—and yet... he got knocked down by a series of headbutts?

  What nonsense! What a disgrace!

  There’s simply no excuse!

  This raises a very cliché point: Cultivation base really didn’t mean everything.

  How to say?

  In Bubai’s eyes, this Jin Tiesha’s combat power were in the ranks of a rookie at best.

  Non-lethal wind spells. Mediocre martial arts and physical strength. Rather bad combat intuition, endurance, and willpower.

  If this Jin Tiesha stays grounded, even that new Leng Meng doll of his can give him a run for his money!

  Yes, that probably sums up how trash this guy is.

  And the gossip around him solidified this verdict.

  “Early-stage foundation realm? Tch, so weak. What a joke!”

  “Heh, typical second-generations. I heard he got promoted by gorging pills and pooping gold. No wonder he got his face smashed in.”

  “Wei, you don’t say. But you can’t blame others for having a... good brother.”

  “Geheh. Now that you remind me... I heard their relationship is like that…”

  “Like what?”

  “Hehe, c’mon. I’m sure you know what shady business their Jin Clan is famous for...”

  Shiver me timbers! Bubai grimaced.

  The dirty scandals of these messy noble families were really eye-opening!

  No matter what world, some things never change.

  Not wanting to let any more gossip dirty his innocent ears, Bubai turned and walked out.

  Time to go prepare. If he isn’t wrong, next up will be…

  Overseeing the arena from the thrones above…

  “Not bad! Duke Wunan, that little great-grandson of yours isn’t half bad at all!”

  “Right? His mastery of Sun Lion Fists has already reached the adept stage. At this rate, mastery isn’t far off. It’s not wrong for that Jin Clan kid to lose!”

  “Aye, his talent doesn’t lose out to the older one. Congratulations. It seems the Jia Clan will soon have another lion cub!”

  Congratulations went around...

  The Grand Elder sat with a dignified face, trying hard to suppress his own smile.

  A piece of cake for an old fox who has seen the rise and fall of centuries.

  He even went as far as putting on a dissatisfied face as if hating iron for not being steel.

  “Hai, that kid is good and all, but it’s disappointing that he can’t see the forest for the trees. I still don’t understand why he chose this path over another easy choice.”

  Everybody here were old gingers and easily read his underlying meaning.

  The tea-brewing Mo Badao can’t help but stir the pot.

  “When they hit that rebellious age, young sprouts always have own ideas. But you know, I wouldn’t say his choice was entirely wrong. That other brat is definitely not easy. Just look at him.”

  The elders collectively tuned their divine sense onto the young man calling himself “Mo Bubai”.

  To any casual observer, it wasn’t hard to discover his back that was still caked in a layer of ointment.

  Others will perhaps judge him to be an injured tiger, but all the elders saw the truth beneath the surface.

  The Grand Elder’s eyes twinkled. “Oh? All healed? Interesting.”

  “Really fully recovered?” The brawny Jia Gufan sat up straighter, rubbing his chin. “What did that kid eat? Some kind of miracle medicine? What a waste!”

  Ma Pei combed his beard with a smile. “Hoho, it’s not a waste at all. Now, that cheap brat is a thorny bush waiting for the careless.”

  “Gah! Even if he’s healed, what difference does it make? Does that dollie really think he stands a chance in keeping-”

  But then the derisive scarecrow suddenly frowned. “Wait, that dollie took out the doll he just won?”

  Noticing the conspicuously missing pouch, Tai Yinjun closed his eyes to focus his probe, only for his frown to turn into an outright scowl moments later.

  "Strange... I can’t even sense the tracking brand on it anymore. Where did that dollie hide it?"

  Ma Pei slapped his thigh, guffawing.

  “Hohaha! To actually successfully hide something from a stingy old thief like you, that cheap brat really knows how to hide his nuts!”

  The bony hands of the scarecrow slapped his armrest, his face darkening. “Gah! So what if he hides his chicken scratch? He still can’t escape what’s coming next!”

  “Yes. What must come, will come.” Mo Badao lightly blew his tea and ignored the confused look coming from Ma Pei.

  This earned a few thoughtful glances from the rest.

  Mo Badao’s plain, unchanging face leaked zero clues on what he’s thinking.

  After a sip of his tea, he simply pushed the boat forward.

  “If I’m not mistaken, next up should be… a junior from Old Wu’s clan?”

  Getting the hint, the Grand Elder simply paddled along. “Yes. That little sapling is well-prepared. Shouldn’t be too disappointing.”

  The incense stick flared to life and the announcement went down.

  “Sun Snake List, Eighth Seat, Wu Xiaowei challenges... Inner Disciple Mo Bubai!”