Who is the Coolest Kid?

Wang Tian was completely dumbfounded. And not just him—Jun Tianlin was too.

Even the entire competitors' section was dumbfounded. No, all the spectators were as well, staring at the arena with utterly bewildered expressions.

Having lived for several thousand years, Wang Tian had truly had his eyes opened today. There really were all kinds of people in this world.

Unconsciously, he revealed a bitter smile again.

Meanwhile, Master Xuanlin, who had just "lost," was in an exceptionally good mood.

As long as he went back—back to their own temple—wouldn't all the good food and drink be his for the taking?

As for facing the wall for fifty years? That was probably just talk. So, Master Xuanlin began grinning shamelessly again, watching the arena grow farther and farther away, his heart practically bursting with delight.

Still, he put on a pitiful expression and asked, "Master, when we get back, are you really going to punish your beloved disciple?"

"Pah! Beloved disciple? Have you no shame?! Amitabha, Infinite Heavenly Worthy, boundless blessings and longevity, venerable Three Pure Ones above, this humble monk has lost his temper again." The white-bearded elder rattled off a whole string of invocations. Who knew what exactly he believed in? After steadying himself, he continued.

"Of course! You've humiliated us beyond measure! You've thrown away all of Azure Dragon Temple's dignity!"

"How did I? How did I? The opponent was obviously too strong. I knew I couldn't beat him, so why should I have fought?" Master Xuanlin no longer looked like a venerable master. He was practically like a young girl, his heart fragile as hell. Good thing no one else saw this—if they had... Azure Dragon Temple would truly be finished.

"Why fight when you can't win? That makes sense, it makes sense..."

The elder carrying Master