"Are you getting down yourself, or should I send you down?" Arms folded, looking smug as some old master, Jiu Ming grinned at the Shadow Clone standing across from him. The clone shook out his hands with a face full of lingering resentment, then, thoroughly depressed, jumped off the arena himself.
How the hell was he supposed to fight this?! Making a Shadow Clone beat up the original body? What kind of joke was that? Never mind whether he could win—even if he did, the original only needed a thought for him to go poof and turn into smoke...
There was simply no way to fight.
"Ahem, alright. We've reached the final match—the grand finals. Let us wait and see."
Will gave the restless audience a light cough. Aside from the infighting among these "Calabash Brothers," everyone else had decisively surrendered whenever they encountered that white-haired man who claimed to be the Calabash Brothers' father, or that unknown young man...
In any case, he was so young and already so fertile... Seven children at once? The woman really was impressive. No, no—from a certain perspective, the man was pretty impressive too.
Still, something about it felt weird.
Hopefully this match would go smoothly. If someone surrendered without even fighting again, the audience might start shouting for refunds. "Alright then. I've been interested in you for a while now. How about we have a real fight?"
Jiu Ming raised a hand and openly challenged the young man across from him. Will's eyelid twitched, and he immediately had a bad feeling. Trusting his instinct for approaching danger, the moment he announced the start, he decisively leapt off the arena!
The unknown young man silently assumed an attacking stance. He was even more decisive than Jiu Ming—just as the stance took shape, he