Now, because he had gone too berserk during the fight, he had been crippled. This was something Cha Shao Bao simply could not accept. He roared, "Why did you cut off my hand? Are you really that shameless? Now that you've cut off my hand, how am I supposed to live?"
Cha Shao Bao's furious roars and excuses did not make Tieqiu think he was any kind of good person. Tieqiu said, "Didn't I already tell you? On the arena, a single second can determine the life or death of many people. Yet you treated this arena like a joke. Sometimes you chatted with your little sister, and sometimes you babbled nonsense to your fellow townsfolk. What do you take this place for? A marketplace where you can come and go as you please?"
"I only cut off your hand. I haven't made things too difficult for you. But if you continue to disrespect the match and do something even worse next time, then even if you were Heavenly King Laozi himself, I might not spare you. Get down from the arena now. Stop sitting there and humiliating yourself. If you don't have the ability, don't come here looking for a fight. You even said you wanted to knock me down. Do you really think you can?"
"Even if I let you go back and train for decades or centuries, you still might not be able to handle me. I'm not joking. Fine, even your little sister thinks you're unfit to keep fighting. Go home now. Raise pigs if you should raise pigs, raise chickens if you should raise chickens. You've been yelling here forever, but you don't have the slightest bit of skill."
After Cha Shao Bao was helped down, everyone finally realized just how formidable this brat was.