The Name of Loser Spreads Throughout the World (Part 1)

Xiao Yan was just as uncertain. In the past, he naturally would not have been afraid.

He believed that with the prestige of "Wutan City's number one genius," even if he could not defeat Ga Lie Ao's lackeys, they would never have dared lay a hand on him.

In the end, it would have developed into a duel between him and Ga Lie Ao.

With the cultivation of a Dou Zhe, dealing with Ga Lie Ao would have been child's play.

But things were different now. During this period, his Dou Qi had fallen again, leaving him with only the Fourth Stage. If he dueled Ga Lie Ao, defeat would be inevitable.

He could not lose. Otherwise, the secret of his vanished Dou Qi would spread. He could already imagine the scene once the Xiao Clan, and even all of Wutan City, learned that his Dou Qi had disappeared.

His title as a genius would vanish, replaced by endless ridicule and abuse...

"Ga Lie Ao, get the hell out of the Xiao Clan's Imitation Market. I can pretend none of this ever happened." Suppressing the fear in his heart, Xiao Yan issued a harsh warning.

As soon as he said this, the surrounding spectators began to jeer as well:

"Ga Lie Ao, get lost already. Young Master Xiao Yan is being generous."

"Right, right. Young Master Xiao Yan is Wutan City's number one genius, the youngest Dou Zhe in a hundred years. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty."

"Haha, Ga Lie Ao, be careful that Young Master Xiao Yan doesn't cripple your manhood..."

Listening to the mockery and insults coming from the opposing crowd, Ga Lie Ao's face turned utterly grim. Veins bulged across his face, and in his fury, he challenged Xiao Yan, "Xiao Yan, do you dare fight me?"

The moment those words came out, everyone was stunned, and the entire place fell into deathly silence.

After the silence came laughter—boisterous laughter.

"Haha... Ga Lie Ao is only at the Seventh Stage Dou Qi, yet he actually dreams of challenging Young Master Xiao Yan, who has already broken through to Dou Zhe. That's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—he doesn't know his own strength."

"Right, right. Young Master Xiao Yan, accept it."

"Beat him up, Young Master Xiao Yan..."

Looking at Ga Lie Ao, who was so furious that he was nearly losing his mind, Xiao Yan frowned. Before experiencing those three years of decline, his temperament and way of handling matters were far less polished than they would be three years later.

Provoked by Ga Lie Ao, he immediately found himself in an awkward position.

Fight? How was he supposed to fight? Fight with his dick?

He was supposed to use Fourth Stage Dou Qi to face Seventh Stage Dou Qi.

Was he supposed to fight with his dick? Better not get it smashed into a mangled dick.

Seeing Xiao Yan's embarrassment, Xun Er stepped in front of him and said to Ga Lie Ao, "Ga Lie Ao, you aren't worthy of challenging Brother Xiao Yan. Why not let Xun Er experience your skills instead?"

"Not worthy?" Hearing this, Ga Lie Ao, who had originally been somewhat hesitant and secretly regretting his impulsiveness, was immediately consumed by rage. Avoiding Xiao Xun'er's gaze, he looked at Xiao Yan and sneered, "What, is the Xiao Clan's greatest genius in a hundred years going to hide behind a woman too?"

As he spoke, he gave the short, thin middle-aged man beside him a look. The man instantly understood. Street insults were what he was best at.

"Haha, so Xiao Yan is a little man. This number one genius is nothing but an empty title."

With the short, thin middle-aged man taking the lead, the lackeys behind Ga Lie Ao began cursing as well.

"I bet he doesn't even have a little dick."

"What genius? Our Young Master Ga is the real genius."

Naturally, the mercenaries belonging to the Xiao Clan's Imitation Market would not sit idly by. To them, currying favor with Xiao Yan was the same as currying favor with the Xiao Clan, so they cursed back:

"Bullshit! What Young Master Ga? Nineteen years old and only at the Seventh Stage Dou Qi. Why don't you piss and take a good look at yourself?"

"Right, right! Young Master Xiao Yan, go for it! We support you!"

Amid the crowd, Xiao Se quietly watched the two sides hurling insults at each other, barely holding back a pig-like snort of laughter. He muttered softly, "It seems Xiao Yan won't be able to keep his vanished Dou Qi hidden after today."

"Brother, someone just seemed to be scanning you with Soul Power." A sweet, pleasant voice echoed in Xiao Se's heart, making him frown slightly.

"I know, Long Kui. Unless my life is in danger, do not reveal yourself no matter what." His fist clenched tightly within his sleeve, his knuckles turning somewhat white.

He hated the feeling of having his life in someone else's hands. And apart from Ling Ying, the Dou Huang under Xun Er's command, there could be no one else using Soul Power to scan him.

"I understand, Brother." It was still Long Kui's voice, but compared to before, it carried a little more fierceness beneath its gentle elegance.

Xiao Se knew that this reply had come from Red Long Kui.

As the two spoke, Xiao Yan ultimately could not withstand the weakness brought by the "people's expectations." He gritted his teeth and accepted Ga Lie Ao's challenge.

The mercenaries of the Xiao Clan's Imitation Market and Ga Lie Ao's lackeys tacitly retreated, clearing out a sufficiently large space for the two young masters to fight.

At this moment, Xiao Yan and Ga Lie Ao stood ten meters apart in confrontation. Neither had any confidence, and neither intended to make the first move.

But just because they did not act did not mean others would not stir things up. Some mercenaries who loved watching trouble immediately began shouting:

"Young Master Xiao Yan is mighty!"

"Young Master Xiao Yan is awesome..."

The voices supporting Xiao Yan erupted and surged through the crowd in an overwhelming wave. Even Ga Lie Ao's own lackeys did not think highly of him.

Under this mountain-shaking, sea-roaring support, Xiao Yan's confidence briefly returned.

Seeing the fear on Ga Lie Ao's face, Xiao Yan's confidence grew even stronger. He said something in his heart that he ordinarily would not have believed himself: Perhaps this time, I really can defeat Ga Lie Ao with Fourth Stage Dou Qi.

As they watched the two men in the open space, everyone around the Imitation Market shifted their attention over, and more and more people gathered.

Not far behind Xiao Yan, Xun Er clenched her slender jade-like hands tightly, her gaze fixed firmly on the arena. A trace of concealed worry showed in her limpid eyes.

Honestly, no matter how blindly confident Xiao Xun'er was in Xiao Yan, Fourth Stage Dou Qi was still Fourth Stage Dou Qi. Unless he used some special method, he simply could not defeat someone with Seventh Stage Dou Qi.

This was an ironclad rule of the Dou Qi Continent.

Under countless expectant gazes, Xiao Yan chose to strike first.

Taking advantage of Ga Lie Ao's hesitation, Xiao Yan raised both palms upright. A faint layer of Dou Qi coiled around them as he stomped the ground and rushed forward, shooting toward Ga Lie Ao.

Stone Crushing Palm

Closing in on Ga Lie Ao in an instant, he raised his right palm, gathered all his strength, and fiercely struck at Ga Lie Ao's chest.

Stone Crushing Palm: a Yellow Middle Grade palm technique. All members of the Xiao Clan at the Fifth Stage Dou Qi or above could cultivate it.

How could Ga Lie Ao have expected Xiao Yan to disregard his status as a "Dou Zhe" and launch a sneak attack? Unable to dodge in time, he could only activate his Dou Qi in defense and forcibly take Xiao Yan's palm strike with his chest.

To Ga Lie Ao's surprise, the agonizing pain he had imagined never came. He merely felt a force slightly stronger than that of an ordinary adult.

With a dull bang, Ga Lie Ao's body was shoved several meters away before he landed on the ground on his backside.

"Good..."

Seeing Xiao Yan send Ga Lie Ao flying with one palm, the spectators erupted into wild cheers.

On the other side, Ga Lie Ao's lackeys hurried over and helped him to his feet.

"Young Master, you aren't hurt, are you?" The short, thin middle-aged man asked anxiously as he helped Ga Lie Ao up.

Ga Lie Ao rubbed his chest, utterly bewildered. He had taken a Dou Zhe's palm strike head-on, yet nothing had happened to him at all.

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