Yun Poxiao hung in the air, letting out a feeble, agonized scream. His hands clawed futilely toward the arena, his eyes brimming with grief and indignation.
Yun Li frowned at the racket and barked impatiently, "Shut up, Twelfth Young Master! Hurry up and get off the stage to treat your injuries. Keep howling and your neck really will snap!"
"Huh?" Yun Poxiao's scream cut off abruptly. The words "Twelfth Young Master" struck him dumb.
Twelfth Young Master? Me? But you just kicked me out, Brother Li!
His consciousness began to blur. The last things he heard were his father's familiar, savage roar and the thunderous cheers from the viewing stands.
"Damn you, you little brat! Well done!"
At the same time, the Ceremony Elder's voice rang out. "Yun Poxiao qualifies as a replacement and becomes the new Twelfth Young Master!"
"The former Twelfth Young Master, Yun Kuan, is eliminated!"
In the brief span of one incense stick, all five challengers other than Yun Poxiao had been defeated. Add Yun Kuan, whom he had kicked out of the arena...
When Yun Poxiao left the arena, only twelve people remained, counting him!
Before darkness swallowed him completely, Yun Poxiao passed out with a smile twisted by boundless ecstasy.
My own page... in the family genealogy... guaranteed!
Next came the final ranking battle among the Twelve Young Masters!
The auras of the eleven figures remaining in the arena instantly surged again. The air grew so heavy it seemed ready to drip water.
Having just kicked Yun Poxiao out, Yun Li seemed to cast aside all restraint. He became a streak of blood-red lightning that tore through the sky, charging without warning at the defensive line of the "Three Masteries"!
"ROAR!"
The phantom of Taowu roared. Its blood-red claws carried a savage baleful aura