Those who fought for their homes were hardly people with nothing to lose.
Seth did not know why he had been told to say those words.
But Huang Ji had instructed him to, so he had done as promised.
The Moya man had called Seth a man with nothing, clearly taking him for an impoverished fighter like the Green-skinned Orc.
He had even claimed Seth's twenty-one straight losses meant he had already lost his life and could never go home.
Then Seth had hammered him into the ground. He now lay there, bodily fluids pooling around him, his bioelectric currents disrupted as he continued to twitch.
The stench of ammonia filled the arena. High heat had burned most of his body into a bubbling slurry, leaving nothing of his former crystalline elegance.
"No... This shouldn't..."
The limp Moya man spoke weakly, trembling as his body slowly regenerated.
But regeneration at that rate no longer mattered.
Bang! Seth walked over and kicked him away. He scraped across dozens of meters of ground, gouging a trench and smearing the rocky surface with viscous bodily fluids.
"Still not surrendering? Do I really have to beat you half to death?"
Seth had never had a fight go so smoothly. He had not expected Huang Ji's advice to be this effective.
Huang Ji had taught him only one combination, yet it had let Seth dominate his opponent from start to finish!
The referee had not called it yet, but the outcome was already clear.
All that remained was to keep hitting him until the referee declared him beaten.
Thud!
"Ah! You..."
"Urgh!"
What followed was a beating with no technique to speak of!
Huang Ji had said Seth could improvise at the end. So Seth used the crudest Earthling brawling tactics, punching and kicking the