"Interesting!"
Xu Tong told him, "I can agree, but on two conditions. First, take me to see Huang Qi. Second, the prizes for the champion..."
"They're all yours," Huang Fei said directly. "Our Huang Family has plenty of divine weapons. We don't need the Green Mist Sword, the Marrow-Washing Pill is even less use to us, and we have Qi-Training Armor to spare."
Xu Tong smiled. "Fine. Since you're so generous, I'll let you have the victory. I don't really care, but remember, if you break your promise, I'll cripple you myself."
"How would I dare? Even my younger brother admits he's no match for you. I'm not that bold," Huang Fei said.
Xu Tong gave a hum of assent.
Then an astonishing scene unfolded. The aura on the platform formed a tornado and suddenly struck at Xu Tong. Caught off guard, he was sent flying straight off the platform.
After landing, Xu Tong got up and said, "You won!"
Then he turned and walked toward the spectator stands.
"I declare the winner-Huang Fei!"
The referee announced it at the top of his voice.
But the crowd below was silent.
Was this some kind of joke?
No one had expected Xu Tong to lose like that. He could at least have put up a fight! Could he have been restrained somehow, unable to attack the whole time?
"Hey! You just lost like that?" Old Man Quan's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? I bet five thousand taels of silver on you!"
Xu Tong smiled. "He's stronger than me. Isn't it only natural that I lost?"
"I'm not a sore loser. As for your silver, you've already won plenty. It's only five thousand taels. I'm sure you can afford to lose that!"
Old Man Quan clenched his teeth. "Why do I