Total Domination!

At that, Xiao Yan, who had been bowing his head as if lost in thought, froze for a moment, then beamed with delight.

"Don't worry, Cousin. I'll get the job done!"

"This... Ling'er..."

"It's fine. Just think of it as a chance for Yan Di to get some practice."

Xiao Ling waved a hand, cutting off Xiao Zhan before he could continue, and looked toward the arena.

"Brother Xiao Ling, who do you think will win, Yan Di or that guy?"

Finally finding a chance to join the conversation, Xun'er tilted her little head slightly and gazed at the young man before her with her beautiful, wide eyes.

Xiao Ling glanced at the girl in surprise. He seemed to remember that she was younger than Xiao Yan, wasn't she? She sure called him Yan Di as if it came naturally... He shook his head and smiled.

"Yan Di."

As if! No matter what, Xiao Yan was the protagonist of the original story.

He might not be able to fight above his level, but there was no question he could be unbeatable among those at the same level.

Although he hadn't awakened his cheat yet, Xiao Ling had already taught him the High-grade Profound Tier Dou Technique Eight Extremities Collapse. So, against that guy, he should win easily, barring any surprises.

"Oh... I know! Brother Xiao Ling must've been giving Yan Di special lessons, right?"

A knowing glint appeared in Xun'er's beautiful eyes.

"Heh... You little rascal." Xiao Ling flicked her on the forehead, then paid her no more attention and looked down at the arena.

Xun'er: "..."

At that moment, on the arena, Xiao Yan looked at the loudmouthed guy with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

It was true that he was the bottom of the barrel in the Xiao Clan, but if he were in Wutan City, he'd be an absolute genius.

"Fuck, what's with that look? Do you want me to cripple you?"

"You? I don't think so."

"But since you dared to cause trouble in the Xiao Clan, you'll have to leave something behind today..."

Xiao Yan ignored the other man's fierce glare and spoke in a cold voice.

"You're asking for death!"

Aoba Hu's expression darkened.

"Hmph. We'll see who dies..."

Xiao Yan didn't plan to waste any more time talking to him. He intended to win the Xiao Clan the first match with a swift, decisive blow—and use it as an excuse to ask his cousin for some resources.

"Bang!"

With that thought, he stomped on the arena and shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, reaching Aoba Hu in the blink of an eye. He raised his hand, curled his fingers into a claw, and went for his opponent's throat.

"Fierce Claw Strike!"

If that strike landed, Aoba Hu would be done for on the spot.

But Aoba Hu clearly had reason to be so arrogant. He recovered from his momentary surprise at once, shifted one step to the right, and prepared to give Xiao Yan a taste of his own medicine.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, his knuckles cracking. Then he bent his rear leg, gathered his strength, and aimed a punch at Xiao Yan's temple.

"Stone Splitting Fist!"

The instant his fist shot forward, it stirred up a gust of wind that sent Xiao Yan's hair flying.

"Good!"

As if he'd expected this, Xiao Yan instantly turned his claw into a fist and met Aoba Hu's blow head-on.

"Eight Extremities Collapse!"

That was the only High-grade Profound Tier Dou Technique he'd learned from his cousin. He'd always kept it as his trump card, planning to use it to secure a good result in the Hunting Competition.

Who would've thought he'd end up using it on this guy? Well, bad luck for him.

Aoba Hu, however, didn't see it that way. When he saw Xiao Yan daring to meet his punch head-on, a cold sneer curled his lips. Is this kid an idiot? Doesn't he know that the Aoba Family specializes in...

"Boom!"

Aoba Hu was sent flying in disbelief. He crashed down below the arena and, by sheer coincidence, slid all the way to Aoba Pa's feet, sprawled like a dead dog.

His entire arm was twisted out of shape, and a bone had even pierced through his skin. It was clearly crippled.

It might have sounded like a long exchange, but from the moment Xiao Yan attacked to the moment Aoba Hu was crippled, the entire fight had lasted less than three seconds. The crowd hadn't even had time to react before it was over.

Seeing his son beaten into this state, Aoba Pa's fury surged—but he forced himself to hold it in. Xiao Zhan and the others on the rostrum were watching them like hawks.

He had no doubt that the moment he made a move, they would strike with enough force to take his life.

"Holy shit... Xiao Yan's that strong?"

Among the Xiao Clan's younger generation, Xiao Ning stood rooted to the spot. If Xiao Yan had used this Dou Technique when they fought, he would've been in for a rough time.

The other Xiao Clan youths were just as excited. In stark contrast, the two rival families had gone from full of confidence to utterly stunned. They'd never expected the Xiao Clan's younger generation to be this strong.

They'd already thought highly of them before coming, but the truth was that they'd still underestimated the Xiao Clan's younger generation.

"Brother Aoba, can that young friend Wu Ming crush all the Xiao Clan's younger generation?"

Jia Liebi glanced at Aoba Hu and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he hadn't sent his own son into the arena. Otherwise, he likely wouldn't have fared any better than Aoba Hu.

"Phew..."

After taking a deep breath, Aoba Pa looked up. He shot Xiao Yan on the arena a vicious glance, then cupped his hands toward the rostrum.

"Brother Xiao Zhan, you have a fine son. I envy you!"

"Haha, not at all. Your son's not bad either, Brother Aoba. He was just a little unlucky."

Xiao Zhan laughed heartily.

He truly felt relieved, and he laughed with joy. As clan leader, he had never felt so vindicated since taking office.

And all of it was thanks to the young man beside him. Without him, the Xiao Clan would never have made it this far...

"Phew..."

Aoba Pa took another deep breath, had someone carry Aoba Hu away for treatment, then looked toward the gray-clothed youth in the crowd.

"Don't worry, Brother Jia. My adopted son is at Dou Power Stage Nine. He'll definitely give the Xiao Clan an unforgettable lesson."

"That's good..."

Jia Liebi breathed a sigh of relief.

In truth, they didn't understand the Xiao Clan's younger generation's strength. Otherwise, they never would've said that.

On the rostrum, Xiao Ling, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, raised an eyebrow. He didn't know what these two old dogs, Aoba Pa and Jia Liebi, were relying on. But even if he did, he'd probably just smile. Dou Power Stage Nine wasn't enough to make him lift a finger.

Still, the unknown made him wary... After all, this incident hadn't happened in the original story...

At that moment, Aoba Pa and Jia Liebi exchanged a glance, stepped forward again, and cupped their hands.

"Brother Xiao Zhan, Brother Jia and I have discussed it. Why don't we raise the stakes?"

Xiao Zhan: "???"

Could it be... that this guy was an idiot?

The Xiao Clan youths: "..."

Xiao Yu and the others looked at Aoba Pa as if he were a fool.

Deep in Xiao Yu's eyes, especially, there was a trace of murderous intent.

On the rostrum, Xiao Zhan turned to the White-robed Youth beside him, his gaze questioning.