Two days later, during the night's rest.
The Mightiest King tournament began, and the victor of District 37 came to challenge him.
This was Zijun King Jun, also one of the challengers Aohe'en considered the most threatening.
Wang Jun was about the same size as a Stone Golem, with five faces representing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and evil. A sixth face of fear had already begun to emerge faintly, and its strength was astonishing.
The two Giants stood on a high platform piled from stone blocks, staring at each other.
The referee announced, "Begin."
The two charged at each other at the same time, shoulders and arms braced together, feet sinking into a firm horse stance, both looking confident enough to contest strength head-on.
As their strength clashed, bits of stone and dust shook off Aohe'en's body, while folds appeared across all five of Zijun's faces, and its seemingly soft body also tensed until it was as hard as steel.
Their contest of strength sent faint crackling and splitting sounds through both their bodies.
After a long stalemate, Aohe'en finally shoved his opponent off the stone platform, sending it tumbling onto the steps outside.
Zijun's five-faced body trembled violently, as if it had also been utterly exhausted. It gave a thumbs-up, then left without looking back.
Quite a few people crowded around Aohe'en and laughed loudly.
"I knew you'd win! Good brother!"
"Hahahaha, Three-time Champion, Three-time Champion!"
"You've got to win the next round too, brother. I put everything I own on you. Whether I can turn things around depends on the next fight!"
Even more people cursed Zijun viciously.
"XXX, pay me back!"
"You little bastard, you screwed me over! Undefeated my ass, what a load of XX!"
"Trash, get lost."
"Crawl farther away, you worthless garbage freeloader."