Hateful.
Betrayed by the Steel Bone Race.
"Thank you for your gift. When I first break through the Eight-Grade, remember to kneel and kowtow to me, Red Ox."
The Camp General of the Steel Bone Race held the golden branch, laughing arrogantly.
This was the bet between the two of them.
Whoever breaks through to the Eight-Grade first, the other must kneel and kowtow to acknowledge him as father.
Red Ox was so angry his whole body went cold.
This beast, heās gone too far.
...
In the arena!
Iron Liver was already impatient; he wanted to end this boring battle quickly.
Once he returned to the Steel Bone Race and received the Camp Generalās reward, he could break through to the Third-Grade and become a Guard Commander.
Rumble!
Iron Liver made his move.
As expected, it was another technique from the Yangxiang Race.
Of course, the Steel Bone Race didnāt have a life cord, so this technique wasnāt controlled by life cord.
In the Yangxiang Race, there were also many techniques that didnāt require a life cord.
What a waste.
Su Yue was fully focused, but inwardly he was sighing his whole life.
Faced with such Second-Grade trash, Su Yue really couldnāt muster any interest.
He dared not expose the Little Lingbo Step, merely relying on his instinctive reactions to dodge.
Easily done.
Iron Liverās attacks were always narrowly dodged by Su Yue.
Rumble!
Rumble!
The strong wind whistled, as they exchanged blows.
Unknowingly, Su Yue had already been battling Iron Liver for about five minutes.
All the spectators of the Yangxiang Race were already stunned.
Especially Huangwa.
He had even decided to find a small hill to bury Huang Dou, as a way to repay him for helping himself.
But what was the result?
So much time had passed, and like a loach in the mud, Huang Dou kept running around the arena. Although constantly in danger, he stubbornly hadnāt been defeated.
The other Second-Grades were also filled with astonishment.
This refugeeās speed was simply too fast. Although he hadnāt used any techniques, it was still dizzying.
The other warriors of the Tree Banner Garrison Camp felt even more ashamed.
A refugee could resist for so long, while they might be killed within two minutes.
Shameful.
Absolutely shameful.
Especially the Yangxiang Race member who had previously cursed Su Yue angrily, wanting to find a hole to crawl into.
...
"Red Ox, do your Yangxiang people only know how to run?
"No wonder you have the most deserters on the battlefield against the Wuwen Race.
"Itās so embarrassing, Iām embarrassed for you, Red Ox.
"Youāve lost all face."
The Camp General of the Steel Bone Race mocked Red Ox, even patting his own face.
Red Ox was absolutely furious today; he didnāt want to say a single word.
But the arena was sacred. As long as one party was still standing, even if they were a Camp General, they couldnāt stop at will.
This was a form of respect for the ritual of combat.
But truly, it was very embarrassing.
Yet, he had to admit, this refugee from the Banner Garrison Camp did indeed flee at an incredible speed, sometimes even predicting Iron Liverās attacks.
Red Ox could see that this was actually a promising talent.
But sadly, even a promising talent could become a spectacle of disgrace.
...
"Beast, if you have the guts, donāt run. Face me directly and fight me with honor."
Iron Liver was outwinded after being kited for five or six minutes.
He was using a Yangxiang Race technique, which inherently expended a lot of Qi Blood and would soon be exhausted.
But this beastās speed was too fast, making it hard for him to catch up.
"I wonāt run, but I have a condition."
Su Yue stood opposite Iron Liver, maintaining some distance.
"Speak!"
Iron Liver gritted his teeth.
This shameless person was obviously up to no good.
Everyone below the arena looked at Su Yue in astonishment.
A condition.
Youāre already in the arena, what condition could you possibly demand?
Do you want to beg Iron Liver to spare you?
No hope of that.
Even if you survive, your fate is still death; the Camp General wouldnāt spare you.
"From now on, I forbid you from using any Yangxiang Race techniques.
"You see, you canāt even hit me, so you canāt use the Yangxiang Race techniques anymore, because youāre unworthy; you will only tarnish them.
"As long as you use Steel Bone Race techniques, I promise I wonāt run."
Su Yue said with a contemptuous face.
Upon hearing this, the arena below burst into an uproar.
It turns out that Huang Douās demand was this.
"Facing death, yet still considering the face of the Yangxiang Race, Huang Dou, you are a brave warrior."
Huangwa nodded solemnly.
"Indeed, the other nine warriors were each defeated by the Steel Bone Race using Yangxiang Raceās techniques.
"Huang Dou forbidding Iron Liver from using Yangxiang Race techniques is also to restore the Yangxiang Raceās face."
Another refugee said.
"A noble death, a noble death."
Many began to understand Su Yueās plan.
Silently, many had begun to admire this warrior.
Although the means were not glorious.
But he did use his own life to break the other sideās humiliation.
Even dying under the Steel Bone Race techniques was better than dying under Yangxiang Race techniques, and more dignified.
Even Red Ox looked at Su Yue with fresh eyes.
Facing death, still considering the Yangxiang Race, if this warrior belonged to the Tree Banner Garrison Camp, he might have had a future.
"Ha, ridiculous.
"Using my Steel Bone Race techniques, youāll die even faster."
The Camp General of the Steel Bone Race sneered.
This time, his expression wasnāt so disdainful.
Itās true.
Although Su Yue was as insignificant as an ant, his actions were barely worthy of respect.
He was a true warrior.
...
"Fine, Iāll grant your wish, let you witness my Steel Bone Raceās Steel Bone Spear.
"Iāve slain a total of 191 Martial Artists of the Wuwen Race with this technique, and to die under the Steel Bone Spear is something you can be proud of."
Iron Liver said coldly.
With that, the entire audience was in uproar once again.