Crushing!

Hearing this, Xiao Yan, who had been looking down while lost in thought, was slightly stunned before he beamed with joy.

"Don't worry, Cousin, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

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

"It's fine, just consider it an opportunity for Yan Di to get some training."

Xiao Ling waved his hand, cutting off whatever Xiao Zhan was about to say, and turned his gaze toward the arena.

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

Finally finding a chance to interject, Xun'er tilted her little head, her beautiful, large eyes fixed on the young man before her.

Hearing this, Xiao Ling gave the girl a surprised look. He remembered that she was even younger than Xiao Yan, right? She called him "Yan Di" so naturally... Shaking his head, Xiao Ling replied with a smile.

"Yan Di, I suppose!"

Just kidding, no matter how you look at it, Xiao Yan was the protagonist of the original story.

Even if he couldn't fight across ranks, being invincible within his own realm was hardly a problem.

Although the other party hadn't awakened his golden finger yet, he had previously taught him the Profound-tier high-level Dou Technique, Eight Extremities Collapse, so facing that guy, he should win steadily barring any accidents.

"Oh... I see, Brother Xiao Ling, did you give Yan Di some special coaching?"

A flash of wisdom appeared in Xun'er's beautiful, large eyes.

"Heh... you little girl." Xiao Ling raised his hand and flicked her forehead, then ignored her and looked back at the arena below.

Xun'er: "..."

At this moment, on the arena, Xiao Yan looked at the arrogant guy and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.

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

"Damn it, what kind of look is that, you bastard? Do you believe I'll cripple you, Young Master?"

"You? Forget it!"

"However, since you dared to come to my Xiao Clan to run wild, you'll have to leave something behind today..."

Xiao Yan ignored the other's fierce glare and spoke in an icy tone.

"You're courting death!"

Aoba Hu's expression turned ugly.

"Hmph, it's not certain who will die yet..."

Xiao Yan didn't intend to waste any more breath on this guy. He planned to use thunderous means to secure the first victory for the Xiao Clan, and incidentally, use it as an excuse to ask his cousin for more resources.

"Bang!"

Thinking this, he stomped on the arena floor, his body shooting out like an arrow released from a bow. In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Aoba Hu, raised his palm, curled his fingers into a claw, and lunged for his throat.

"Fierce Claw Strike!"

If this strike landed, Aoba Hu would be finished right then and there.

However, it was clear that Aoba Hu had the qualifications to be arrogant. He was stunned for a moment but reacted quickly, shifting his body one step to the right, intending to pay him back in his own coin.

Immediately, he clenched his right hand into a fist, causing a crunching sound, bent his rear leg, and gathered his strength for a strike aimed at Xiao Yan's temple.

"Stone Splitting Fist!"

The moment the fist was thrown, it brought with it a gust of wind that blew Xiao Yan's hair back.

"Well done."

As if he had anticipated this, Xiao Yan instantly changed his claw into a fist, meeting Aoba Hu's strike head-on with a fierce blow.

"Eight Extremities Collapse!"

That's right, this was the only Profound-tier high-level Dou Technique he had learned from his cousin, which he had always regarded as his trump card, intending to use it to secure a good ranking in the upcoming Hunting Competition.

Who would have thought he'd use it on this guy? But then again, it was his bad luck.

However, Aoba Hu didn't think so. Seeing Xiao Yan dare to clash head-on with him, he couldn't help but sneer: "Is this kid's brain broken? Doesn't he know that the Aoba Family specializes in..."

"Boom!"

Aoba Hu flew backward in disbelief, crashing off the arena. As luck would have it, he slid all the way to the feet of Aoba Pa, looking like a dead dog.

His entire arm was twisted and deformed, with a piece of bone piercing through the skin—it was clearly ruined.

This scene took a long time to describe, but in reality, from the moment Xiao Yan moved to the moment Aoba Hu was crippled, the entire process took less than three seconds. The surrounding crowd hadn't even reacted before the battle was already over.

Watching his son beaten into such a state, the anger in Aoba Pa's heart flared up instantly, but he forced himself to endure it because Xiao Zhan and the others on the rostrum were watching them like tigers eyeing their prey.

He didn't doubt for a second that if he dared to make a single move, he would be met with a thunderous strike from them, enough to cost him his life.

"Holy crap... is Xiao Yan this fierce?"

In the area where the Xiao Clan juniors were, Xiao Ning stood frozen in place. If Xiao Yan had used this technique when they dueled, it would have definitely been enough to give him a hard time.

The rest of the younger generation of the Xiao Clan were all filled with excitement, while in stark contrast, the two great clans had gone from being full of confidence to being shocked; they had completely failed to anticipate that the Xiao Clan's juniors would be this strong.

Although they had already overestimated them before coming, the facts told them that they had still underestimated the strength of the Xiao Clan's juniors.

"Brother Aoba, can that young friend Wu Ming manage to crush the group of juniors from the Xiao Clan?"

Jia Liebi glanced at Aoba Hu and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart; fortunately, he hadn't let his own son enter the arena, otherwise, he reckoned the outcome wouldn't be any better than Aoba Hu's.

"Huu..."

Taking a deep breath, Aoba Pa raised his head, cast a fierce gaze at Xiao Yan on the arena, and cupped his hands toward the main platform.

"Brother Xiao Zhan, you have raised a good son; it truly makes one envious!"

"Haha, not at all, Brother Aoba's son is not bad either, it's just that his luck isn't great."

Xiao Zhan laughed loudly.

He felt a genuine sense of relief in his heart and laughed heartily; as the clan head, he had never felt this triumphant since he took office.

And all of this was brought to the Xiao Clan by the youth beside him; without him, the Xiao Clan would never have reached this point...

"Huu..."

Aoba Pa took another deep breath, had people carry Aoba Hu away for medical treatment, and only then looked toward the grey-clothed youth in the crowd.

"Brother Jia, rest assured, my foster son's cultivation is at the ninth stage of Dou Power; he will definitely give the Xiao Clan an unforgettable memory."

"That is good then..."

Jia Liebi breathed a sigh of relief.

In truth, this was only because they did not understand the strength of the Xiao Clan's juniors, otherwise, they would never have said such a thing.

At this moment on the main platform, Xiao Ling, who had been paying attention to this side the entire time, raised an eyebrow; he was not clear on what these two old dogs, Aoba Pa and Jia Liebi, were relying on, but even if he knew, he would likely only smile—the ninth stage of Dou Power did not even qualify to make him take action.

But precisely because it was unknown, he felt a sense of vigilance... after all, this incident did not exist in the original story...

At this time, Aoba Pa and Jia Liebi exchanged a glance, stepped forward once more, and cupped their hands.

"Brother Xiao Zhan, Brother Jia and I have discussed it; how about we increase the stakes?"

Xiao Zhan: "???"

Could it be... had this guy's brain short-circuited?

Xiao Clan juniors: "..."

Xiao Yu and the others looked at Aoba Pa as if they were looking at fools.

Especially in the depths of Xiao Yu's eyes, there was a trace of deep killing intent.

On the main platform, Xiao Zhan cast his gaze toward the white-clothed youth beside him, carrying a sense of inquiry.