Holly Wins

"It's hard to say. That move of his is too bizarre. But even if I lose now, I can still count it as a win." Yang Bo was not entirely confident either. Everything on the field depended on adapting to the moment. No one knew what move the other would use next. It came down to the moves each side had, their psychological contest, and their calculations.

"That's true. As long as we win the first match, we'll have a guaranteed minimum!"

"And the Aquamarine Empire people are cheating way too obviously."

"Exactly. Mike and the others got opponents ranked over a thousand." The two spoke again.

"This actually works out in my favor." Yang Bo chuckled.

"Let's eat. Get some rest early afterward." Yang Bo did not want to say much more about it.

Yang Bo remained calm and composed, but his opponent was rather anxious.

Earl Holly was under enormous pressure. "Fuck, if I'd known there'd be a freak like this this year, I wouldn't have come no matter what."

"This guy's luck seems absurdly good."

"If I fucking lose, I'll have to run laps outside the Great Arena naked again."

"And get beaten up by some people."

"That idiot Zhao Song. Other methods wouldn't do for him; he just had to pull this shit."

It turned out that Noble Circles now had an agreement: anyone who lost to Yang Bo would be beaten up by the younger generation in Noble Circles, then made to run laps around the Great Arena.

If a dignified earl ran naked in public, the Clan Leader would whip him on one hand, while the Noble Council's administrative office would fine him on the other, because it disgraced all nobles.

The higher one's Noble Title, the heavier the fine.

"How's the research going?"