Sage

If that strike had hit dead center, the Ponytail Elf King would definitely have been left with eggs flying and birds breaking.

Yet, to everyone's surprise, the Ponytail Elf King did not dodge. Instead, he suddenly snapped his legs together and, just before disaster struck his family jewels, clamped Andrew's long staff tightly between them while swinging his own staff at Andrew's head.

If that blow landed, Andrew's head would definitely burst like a watermelon.

But just as the staff came down, Andrew was flung straight out of the Arena. Although his strength immediately returned to its original level once he left the Arena, he staggered back several steps before collapsing to the ground in a daze.

He had thought he could win, but the outcome was cruel beyond measure. In the very field he took pride in, he had lost to an Elf King.

This defeat was even more brutal than his previous ones. They had competed fairly; their stamina, strength, speed, and even reflexes had been completely identical. A loss was a loss. There was no excuse to be made.

"Don't lose heart!"

At that moment, Zhouliu came over carrying a skewer of grilled meat. He handed it to Andrew and tried to console him.

Andrew clenched his teeth, shot Zhouliu a cold glance, then turned and walked away.

In truth, Andrew's defeat was not his alone. His challenge had planted a seed of hope in many people's hearts.

Not everyone possessed Zhouliu's level of culinary skill. Take all the Blood Guards present, for example: most had only mastered all kinds of combat techniques. When it came to killing, every one of them was an expert, but if asked to do anything else, they would probably be staring into darkness with both eyes wiped clean, having no idea