"I will avenge you."
Zhao Luo said in a loud voice while looking at Senior Cutie.
A smile appeared on the tsundere Senior Cutie who had been more of a spectator since the beginning of the third part of the tournament.
[ 2nd qualified disciple, Zhao Luo vs 8th ranked disciple, Fu Tian. ]
The elder announced before the tournament could be delayed even more.
The 8th ranked disciple jumped on the stage as he came to answer Zhao Luo's challenge.
But before the fight could start he turned around while waving his hand at the spectators.
Fu Tian was handsome, even more than Zhao Luo who was already close to perfecting the word 'handsome' itself.
Thus Fu Tian had many cheerers and he did this to let them know how much he appreciated them.
Just after Fu Tian waved his hands at the crowd, many spectators started cheering for him.
"Fu Tian."
"Fu Tian."
"Fu Tian."
With this most of the crowd was already with Fu Tian but that wasn't the end.
"I have already got more people supporting me... So why don't you hand over the princess to me too once you lose?"
Fu Tian said to Zhao Luo while looking confident as though he had already won the fight.
"Do you think she is a belonging that I can pass to anyone who defeats me?"
Zhao Luo questioned in return as he couldn't help but argue with Fu Tian's hateful comment.
Fu Tian looked a little shocked as he didn't know that Zhao Luo would react like this.
'I am not even interested in your girl.'
Fu Tian thought as his question was just to mess up with Zhao Luo's mind before their fight started.
'This tactic had worked on the injured Senior Cutie too but I guess this guy is a little better.'
He wondered while looking at Zhao Luo with wide eyes and then answered Zhao Luo's question.
"Even if she isn't a belonging yet, she will be, once you lose to me."
Fu Tian said coldly from under his breath so that only Zhao Luo could hear such low blows.
"You will regret it."
Zhao Luo told Fu Tian and that is also when the elder gave them the signal.
[ Start ]
Right when the elder announced the start of the battle, Zhao Luo lowered his body and raised his heel.
Fu Tian was on his guard. He raised his hands as he noticed the change in Zhao Luo's movements and squinted his eyes to keep a track of any other change in Zhao Luo.
"Half Walk."
Zhao Luo took a step forward and disappeared from his spot.
'What?'
Fu Tian was shocked as he couldn't follow up with Zhao Luo's movement even though his eyes were hovering over him just a moment ago.
"Where did he go?"
Fh Tian muttered while looking at the sides and at the same instant a hand grabbed his neck.
Zhao Luo had appeared on Fu Tian's right side and had already grabbed him by the neck.
"Looking for me..."
Zhao Luo whispered into Fu Tian's ear and pulled back his fist.
While Zhao Luo's fist was coming at his face, Fu Tian squirmed around like a lizard as he tried to escape Zhao Luo's hand lock on his neck but to no use.
'Boom'
Zhao Luo's fist landed on Fu Tian's face clearly without any resistance from the trembling Fu Tian.
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"1"
'Boom.'
"2."
Zhao Luo's fist landed again on Fu Tian's face right at the same spot as before and along with it, Zhao Luo's voice entered his ears.
'Agh.'
A painful moaning sound came out of Fu Tian's mouth but then another fist landed on his face.
"3."
Zhao Luo counted again.
His fist hadn't missed the mark.
Just like the earlier fists, this one also landed below the eyes of Fu Tian and ended at his lower lip thus Zhao Luo's fist covered the nose and the mouth of Fu Tian.
In just three fists, Fu Tian's face was bashed in.
This was the eighth-ranked disciple mong the top hundred disciples of the Outer Hall and he was being treated like absolute trash by Zhao Luo.
While Zhao Luo looked like he wasn't even trying.
Fu Tian slowly opened his eyes as blood flowed out from his nose and mouth.
He couldn't feel his jaw not his teeth as his tongue had gone numb by the shockwave produced by each of the punches thrown at him by Zhao Luo.
"One was for bullying Senior Brother Cutie."
"Second was for talking trash about little sister Mo Anna."
"Third was for acting all smug in front of me."
Zhao Luo pulled back his fist for the fourth time as he continued telling Fu Tian his mistake.
"Fourth is...because I am still not done with you."
Zhao Luo told Fu Tian with a smile on his face as though he was bringing justice on him for all the stupid things he had done.
Looking at Zhao Luo's fist zooming in on his face for the fourth time, Fu Tian felt something hot and wet leaking between his legs as he hurriedly shouted.
"I GIVE UP."
"Stop."
The elder also commanded causing Zhao Luo to stop his fist right before Fu Tian's eyes.
Staring at the fist which looked as big as a mountain caused Fu Tian to fall senseless after Zhao Luo released his grab on Fu Tian's neck.
'Drop.'
'Drop.'
"Hmph."
Zhao Luo felt disgusted by Fu Tian who couldn't even fight back at all, not to mentions going as far as putting up a decent fight.
"All talk, no bite."
Zhao Luo said his last words before walking away from Fu Tian and his piss which was dropping out of the robe.
[ The winner of the battle is Zhao Luo and he has advanced to the 8th rank ]
The Elder announced snapping everyone out of their stunned state.
Everything had happened in thirty seconds.
Zhao Luo had easily smashed the face of one of the top ten disciples in half of a minute.
The crowd started going mad after seeing Zhao Luo's strength which had overwhelmed his opponent.
The elder looked at the reaction of the crowd and he, himself was also shocked just like them, otherwise, he would have stopped the fight at Zhao Luo's second punch.
Looking back at Zhao Luo, the elder questioned him.
"Will you continue the challenge?"