One-hit KO
Clang! Whoosh! Boom!
Right after Yang Li and Xiong Ming traded their first blow, something went zooming back to the earth, and his crash landing left a deep ditch in the ground. All the cultivators had their breaths held. There he was, napping in the dirt. Yang Li was out cold after a single cross landed flush on his chest.
Scratching his head, Xiong Ming’s lips were curved from ear to ear. “I held back already.”
Cang Wanzi’s veins looked as if they were going to pop. Was it surprising after all the talking he did? Did stalling for one punch’s time count as stalling for time?
The white ape fiend king reacted as if he just woke from a nap. He frowned and rebuked, “Xiong, didn’t I tell you to go easy? We’re just having a friendly sparring match, not trying to cripple our friends. Didn’t I tell you to stop when it was clear you had one?”
“Y-Your Majesty, I was holding back. That was only one fifth of my full strength,” sulked Xiong Ming.
It clearly wasn’t a sparring match, but it was a fact that Xiong Ming didn’t suppress his cultivation， nor did he use an underhanded tactic.
“They’re not strong. The peace has just made us soft. Humans have forgotten fiends aren’t weaker than humans,” remarked Daoist Yuan Hua.
Humanity rusted over the years. They only knew of the fiend race’s characteristics from historic records but lacked experience fighting them, and it was displayed tragically in the first match. If the young generation was asked to fight the elemental demons, they’d also be wiped out.
“So, which category are we going with in the second match? Xiong Ming is our weakest contestant,” said the white ape fiend king, still drawling as if he was sleepy. He told Xiong Ming to go all out from the get-go because he knew humanity was depending on their reinforcements.
Cang Wanzi couldn’t see any hope among the rest of the team or the other cultivators present if Yang Li went down in a single punch. Considering Yang Li was categorised as on par with the likes of Meng Xin, he saw little hope of the young generation, including their hopeful reinforcements, winning. Nevertheless, he didn’t surrender. He’d rather lose with dignity than surrender. “Which one of you wants to go next?”
The remaining nine exchanged glances in silence. Defeat already overwhelmed their minds. Their fans couldn’t fight for them.
“Nobody?”
“Let me at them.” The middle-aged man stepped up. Sun Bang was the disciple of a small sect, and nobody saw him winning. Determined to go down dying, he added, “We can lose in battle, but we can’t cower from a fight!”
Cang Wanzi patted Sun Bang on the shoulder. “Be careful.”
Hard to be careful if it all it took was one half-hearted punch. Sun Bang’s courage was admired, but, for as long as combat had existed, courage didn’t win fights.
Sun Bang flew up. An azure wolf flew up to salute him politely. The fiend race not only developed their physical abilities and skills but also sharpened their minds since their previous defeat. Meanwhile, humanity grew complacent as they lived in their past glories.
“Humanity’s Sun Bang.”
“Fiend’s Azure Wolf Zheng Qi.”
Boom!
It happened all over again. Azure Wolf Zheng Qi’s casual attack put Sun Bang’s lights out. The fiends continued to hold back to humiliate humanity. Thankfully, that saved the human combatants from dying or suffering debilitating injuries.
“That’s two and the right to two months’ access. We did offer you twenty matches, but you wanted just ten. Don’t cry we didn’t give you a chance.”
Humanity had no response.
“Mu Yu, are you really not going to stand up to them? You have an old macaque walking all over your race,” whispered Xiaoshuai.
“Not keen,” answered Mu Yu.
“Let me see what you’ve got.”
Mu Yu shuddered and froze. He recognised the voice. Up in the sky was Tian Ran on her flying sword. At first, he was jovial to see her. Upon recalling the events with her in his dream, though, his heart hammered harder and faster.
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