Xian He's ten thousand Copper Coins hadn't fallen from the sky.
He'd gotten some from Fourth Madam Zheng Yue, borrowed some from Old Man Yun, and chipped in another two thousand of his own. The money came from three different sources.
"Next, contestants Xian He and Jiang Xiaolin will settle who goes first with rock-paper-scissors!" the referee announced as soon as Xian He returned from placing his bet.
This time, the referee had mentioned Xian He's name first, clearly showing him greater regard.
Before the furious Jiang Xiaolin could even raise his hand, Xian He folded his arms and cut in, "No need for rock-paper-scissors. I'll let him make the first move!"
The entire arena fell silent in astonishment.
"Arrogant!" Jiang Xiaolin was so angry that his temples throbbed.
He couldn't understand how a worthless White Radiance-level fighter dared to speak so insolently to a genius like him, a Yellow Radiance-grade fighter.
Once a martial artist reached Yellow Radiance grade, they could use true qi to enhance their strength.
If he gave it his all, he could slap Xian He's head clean off.
Hadn't his family warned him not to provoke Yellow Radiance-grade fighters? Was he tired of living, had his wife run off with someone else, or was he so heartbroken he wanted to kill himself?
The audience below the ring was indignant, too.
"That's some damn nerve!"
"Xiaolin, give him a good thrashing! Show him that Yellow Radiance-grade fighters are not to be insulted!"
"Don't think beating a few White Radiance-level fighters makes you hot stuff. Compared to a Yellow Radiance-grade fighter, you're nothing!"
"Did Li Zhen's ghost possess Xian He? Is he picking a fight with Jiang Xiaolin just to get himself killed?"
There were a few clear-eyed people among the crowd.
Xiao Yang sat in a