Nearby, Heaven Gate disciples stood firm, specifically to vent their anger in front of Yu Xiang, who had brought her group to their side.
At that moment, Heaven Gate’s stance was the opposite of Yu Xiang’s group, shouting without restraint.
“What rubbish Jia Zhao? In front of the boss, he’s nothing!”
“Exactly, at best, he’s just a fart!”
Since Yu Xiang’s group wanted to provoke them, Heaven Gate disciples wouldn’t let them have their way. Instead, they’d make them eat their words.
With absolute trust in Lin Xiao’s strength, their words were as sharp as could be, aiming to make Yu Xiang’s group flush red and pale with shame.
Their shouts indeed turned Yu Xiang and her allies’ faces liver-red with rage. They used to be the ones insulting others, but now they were being viciously mocked.
“Hmph, from what I see, Lin Xiao’s the fart—no, in front of Big Brother Jia Zhao, he’s less than a fart!”
“Right, after this fight, you’ll see how strong Brother Jia Zhao is!”
Yu Xiang’s group started cursing back.
Arena 40.
Lin Xiao slowly stepped into the arena, glancing at Jia Zhao with a faint smile. “I’m looking forward to this.”
“Hmph, let’s see how many moves you can take!”
With a cold snort, Jia Zhao’s overwhelming aura erupted like a flood. He immediately prepared his strongest trump card, aiming to defeat Lin Xiao in one move.
A single sword strike to crush Lin Xiao—that would be the most satisfying way to avenge being blasted away by Lin Xiao’s punch.
Jia Zhao gripped his sword, the gleaming white blade bursting with dazzling light. Unmatched sword energy spread in all directions, powerful ripples radiating from the blade.
Outside, Ba Hu’s expression grew grave. He could sense the strike’s power. If it were him, that sword would kill him.
“That’s the Flowing Sun Sword. Big Brother Jia Zhao’s using his strongest technique. Lin Xiao’s done for in one move!”
Seeing the scene, Jia Zhao’s allies muttered among themselves. They knew best how powerful this strike was—countless had fallen to it.
“Lin Xiao, die!” A thunderous roar came from Jia Zhao as he attacked. But the next moment, a loud slap echoed.
Smack!
Everyone saw Jia Zhao’s free left hand swing up,狠狠地 slapping his own face.
This stunned Yu Xiang, Jia Zhao’s allies, and the crowd watching Arena 40.
Jia Zhao, poised for a devastating strike, had instead狠狠地 slapped himself.
Yes, he slapped himself.
“Hahaha, what a mighty strike—slapping himself!”
“Jia Zhao’s ultimate move is truly powerful. That slap was so loud…”
“Hahaha…”
Heaven Gate disciples burst into raucous laughter, making Jia Zhao’s allies and Yu Xiang’s faces darken. That slap felt like it landed on their own faces.
So damn humiliating…
More eyes turned to Arena 40.
Spirit controller battles were indeed entertaining.
Meanwhile, Jia Zhao himself was stunned in the arena.
His prepared ultimate strike halted, his face full of disbelief.
“You, you, you dare use spiritual power to control me? I-I-I’ll kill you!” Jia Zhao stammered in fury, his paused ultimate strike reigniting, its unmatched ripples surging fiercely.
Boom!
But the next moment, the crowd saw Jia Zhao’s devastating strike crash into himself. Dust and debris exploded, a terrifying shockwave erupting, knocking him over.
“Hahaha…” Heaven Gate disciples laughed even harder, their unrestrained guffaws echoing across the square.
Blasting himself? This was too ridiculous.
Many in the crowd were stunned. Hitting himself? It was… too spectacular.
Spirit controller battles were full of bizarre tricks.
As Jia Zhao was knocked back, Lin Xiao used another surge of spiritual power to control him, flinging him out of the arena.
To others, it looked like Jia Zhao had blasted himself out of the battlefield.
Defeating himself in one move? Probably a first…
The crowd was left dumbfounded.
This fight was just too damn bizarre!
Yu Xiang and Jia Zhao’s allies froze, their expressions stiff. Jia Zhao had lost inexplicably, in utter humiliation.
They wished they could dig a hole and bury themselves.
So damn embarrassing!
The group collectively palmed their faces.
“Hahaha, one self-slap, one self-defeat. Jia Zhao’s truly incredible, hahaha…”
“I said it—before the boss, Jia Zhao’s nothing!”
“At best, a dog’s fart!”
Heaven Gate disciples piled on, laughing uncontrollably. Yu Xiang’s group wanted to see them humiliated? Now they’d get an eyeful and an earful!
Yu Xiang and her group wanted to leave but couldn’t bring themselves to.
The crowd couldn’t help but mock and discuss, while also regarding Lin Xiao more highly, already listing him among the must-watch fighters.
Whenever Lin Xiao fought, they’d be watching!
Jia Zhao, thrown out of the arena, let out a earth-shaking roar, charging back toward Lin Xiao, only to be stopped by the referee’s authority.
Leaving the arena meant defeat, or he’d be disqualified from further fights.
Jia Zhao’s fury was palpable, his eyes bloodshot, as if he’d devour Lin Xiao on the spot.
“Lin Xiao, I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!” Jia Zhao threatened, heedless of his image.
“Anytime. Just don’t end up killing yourself!” Lin Xiao smirked, leaving the arena.
Jia Zhao’s face twisted in rage, the remark a blatant humiliation.
“Useless fool!” Zhao Jing scoffed.
“Pathetic. Waste of my words on him!” Fang Yang mocked, distancing himself from Jia Zhao.
Their attitude screamed they barely knew him.
“Next match, Zhao Jing, versus Bi Zhu!”
As Zhao Jing took the stage, Bi Zhu immediately surrendered.
Zhao Jing relished the feeling.
In the first round’s tenth match, Lin Xiao took the stage and was stunned by his draw—Ba Hu.
“I surrender!” Ba Hu said instantly upon entering. He wouldn’t fight Lin Xiao, and he knew he couldn’t win.
“Next match, Yang Jian, versus Hu Yue!”
After Lin Xiao stepped down, a shout from the nearby arena caught his and Ba Hu’s attention. The fighter named Yang Jian was the sharp-faced young man.
