Ye Lin stood alone on the Arena with his hands behind his back. Facing the thousands of cultivators below, he showed not the slightest trace of fear.
"Since young friend Ye Lin has stepped onto the stage, who wants to challenge him first?"
The elder above stroked his beard and asked with a smile.
"I will."
The cultivators below looked from one another until, at last, a burly man stepped forward. In a flash, he appeared on the Arena.
Chains as thick as an arm wrapped around his body, with two long lengths trailing behind him.
They rattled with every step he took.
The chains were even stained with blood.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, I'm Wang Tiezhu. I've come to seek your guidance."
Standing ten feet tall and wrapped in arm-thick chains, Wang Tiezhu cupped his fists in salute before Ye Lin.
Beside him, Ye Lin looked like a doll.
Tiny beyond belief.
"Ye Lin. I look forward to learning from you."
Ye Lin nodded and returned the salute.
Size?
Size was no measure of who would win.
The man before him was big, certainly, and solidly built.
So what?
Did being big make him special?
"Good. Now that you're both here, let's begin."
"Remember, stop short of serious harm. Don't take a life."
"But so you can fight to your hearts' content, I'll be watching."
"I'll step in at the critical moment."
"So enjoy yourselves."
The elder above stroked his beard and chuckled.
The two men on the Arena nodded.
Wang Tiezhu's eyes never left Ye Lin.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, forgive me."
With that, Wang Tiezhu charged straight at Ye Lin.
The chains behind him traced a graceful arc through the air and came crashing down at Ye Lin.
For all his bulk and even somewhat lumbering appearance,