The Heartbreak of That Moment

Nothing hurt more than watching an enemy become family. Nothing stung more than being taken for a ride and still having to grovel and say thank you.

Tiger Tamer Arhat felt that sting now. Teeth-aching bitterness was the least of it: he still had to grovel before Chef Qin. He had no choice—he didn't know how to do it himself. And after showing off in front of Yan Fa, Yan Kong, and the other young monks, he had to see it through. He couldn't let them think he was an idiot. How would he ever hold his head up on Spirit Mountain?

Tiger Tamer wanted to cry, but no tears came. Why was heaven doing this to me? The young monks were straightforward and had little regard for rank. Yan Fa was trembling because they didn't know what to do, but that was the fearlessness of the inexperienced. Besides, what could Tiger Tamer do to them?

Good grief. Those little looks of disdain came flying at their grandmaster for free, riddling one of the mighty Eighteen Arhats until he wanted to disappear.

"Fellow cultivator, are you there? You've really put me through the wringer!" Tiger Tamer asked the heavens helplessly.

The first match ended with the Baji practitioner defeated. Next came Xingyi against Taekwondo. Since a string of back-to-back matches would be unfair, Chen Muyuan had some time to rest. As he drank water, he kept an eye on Qin Fen's every move.

"How did you know he'd attack from the right?" Sheng Xiaoying believed it now. This guy really did dabble in everything, and he really knew martial arts.

That kind of eye wasn't something ordinary people had. No wonder Chen Muyuan had singled him out the moment they met.

"His footwork, the way his shoulder shifted, and where