No matter the era or the world, force was a hard currency that always worked.
Even in the relatively backward and brutal Nine Provinces World—let alone the world of Pan Long's previous life, where humanity had already set out for the sea of stars—those with great fighting ability still held a considerable advantage in society.
Professional fighters drew public attention through their strength. For the better-known ones, the broadcast share from a single match could equal more than an ordinary person earned in ten years. They could become wildly popular sports stars, winning both fame and fortune.
Of course, fighters that good were few and far between. But anyone who passed the Federation government's tests and earned professional fighter qualifications could enter all kinds of competitions.
There were no middlemen skimming off the top in the Federation era. The Federation government oversaw how all broadcast revenue from competitions was distributed. As long as a fighter won more than he lost, making money was no problem.
...But if you kept losing, it was only natural that you couldn't make a living in the profession.
If fighting ability was this useful in a highly civilized society, how much more valuable was it in the Western Regions Kingdoms?
Across the Western Regions' vast expanse, dozens upon dozens of kingdoms fought one another every day. Battles so savage they beat men's brains out were commonplace. Under those circumstances, how could an Innate Peak expert like He Ping'an not command respect?
Even in Great Xia, an Innate Peak expert was somebody!
Seeing understanding dawn on Pan Long, He Ping'an smiled. "If you wanted to, you could command plenty of respect yourself."
"Are you suggesting I find a kingdom and get myself made a knight or something?" Pan Long asked.
He Ping'an shook his head. "A