You Have Already Lost

The shattered stones on the arena exploded to both sides under Long Yue's charge. The tip of the Mountain Dragon Spear tore through the air with a sharp whistle, stabbing toward Situ Xuan's chest.

Situ Xuan stood where he was, looking at the spear growing closer and closer, and raised an eyebrow.

He sighed, somewhat helplessly.

This fight had been unfair from the very beginning. Not unfair to Long Yue, but unfair to himself. He had clearly come here to compete, clearly come here to take the championship, clearly supposed to end the fight cleanly with one punch at a time like before.

But now?

He was here acting as Long Yue's sparring partner, Long Yue's punching bag, Long Yue's stepping stone.

The three hundred thousand people below the stage looked at him as if he were the villain.

Situ Xuan grinned.

A scarlet, vicious light flickered in his eyes.

"What am I supposed to do with this..." His voice was not loud, but there was an indescribable helplessness in his tone. "Now it feels like I'm the villain."

As his words fell.

Situ Xuan's body moved.

It was not the same kind of fast as before. It was faster than fast.

So fast that, in an instant, his figure vanished from Long Yue's field of vision.

Long Yue's Mountain Dragon Spear struck empty air. The spear tip pierced through the afterimage Situ Xuan had left behind, piercing the air until it exploded, gouging a deep trench into the ground—but it did not hit Situ Xuan.

Situ Xuan appeared in front of Long Yue.

Less than half a meter away.

Long Yue's pupils suddenly contracted. He wanted to withdraw his spear, wanted to retreat, wanted to open up distance, but it was too late. Situ Xuan's right fist had already