Even if Old Man Meng was exceptionally skilled at fighting hunters, his strength was still far inferior to Chu Ruo, whose body had been enhanced by an immortal pill. With little difference between their techniques, he was thoroughly suppressed. With the added boost from the Gale Beast, it was practically the death of him. Under the Gale Beast's leaping attacks, Old Man Meng blocked left and right while Chu Ruo, mounted on its back, seized every opening to unleash a flurry of slashes. His legendary armament took several direct hits, leaving him completely stunned!
"Hero Chu wins!" Zi Mou loudly announced Chu Ruo's victory. Old Man Meng immediately leaped up in fury. "It doesn't count! It doesn't count! She was riding a Gale Beast! She was riding a Gale Beast! At the very least, let this old man fight a hundred moves!"
"Lord Meng, easy now, easy!" Zi Mou hurried into the arena to stop the furious Old Man Meng, smiling as he said, "Lord Meng, a hundred moves is too many. Think about it—if Hero Chu had been holding a legendary weapon just now, could you have withstood those strikes? So, this time, you lost. Besides, she's the junior and you're the elder. You can't welsh on the bet. We older generation folks can say that we won't hold back against the younger generation, but we can't act like sore losers, can we? How would that look?"
He had not said this quietly at all. He had deliberately said it for the surrounding hunters to hear, so a group of them immediately seized the chance to start jeering. They talked the dumbfounded Old Man Meng's face green. He gave an angry snort. "Zi Mou, why are you shouting so loudly? A loss is a loss. I admit it, all