Fierce Demon Spear, Pseudo Gu King

The Great Witch had invaded Medicine Fields across the region. Yan Wanjun had defended them to the death, dragging his grievously wounded body on until Yanshan returned to reinforce him.

As a result, master and disciple were both severely injured. Neither returned to the prefectural city, instead remaining elsewhere to recover.

Yet Yanshan had not appeared, while Yan Wanjun had come dragging a long spear beneath the arena.

"Wanjun."

Qin Shang had barely spoken when Yan Wanjun cut him off. "Qin Shang, your talents are mediocre. You are the watchdog Father chose to guard the house, and you may freely serve as the eldest disciple."

"Yet when a powerful enemy comes calling and shakes the foundations of our martial arts school, the one who rides out to destroy them can only be me... Yan Wanjun!"

With one leap, he landed on the arena. He raised the Overlord Spear at an angle toward the blue sky. "Which tribe is next?"

The Witch Clan Tribe stirred. The Zixu Tribe from before shoved its way to the front. "Perfect timing. The first round is not over yet."

Er Jinmie, the prodigy from the previous match, had once fought Qin Shang to mutual destruction. Qin Shang's injuries had yet to heal, but Er Jinmie had recovered at astonishing speed.

"Oh, so you were born gifted."

Yan Wanjun swept Er Jinmie a glance. "You have several lives from our martial arts school on your hands. Come up and pay your debts!"

"I do not mind adding one more."

Er Jinmie sneered as he stepped onto the arena. Rubbing his hands together, he charged Yan Wanjun.

The spectators did not think highly of Yan Wanjun. The title Little Overlord had mostly come through his master, Hate Hegemon.

During the last great battle, Yanshan had left on