"Big news, big news!!"
Someone hurried into the underground casino.
"Qin Shi of Dragon-Tiger Mountain defeated three Zhengwu Sect disciples all by himself!"
"What!?"
"Is that true?"
The faces of everyone chatting and drinking tea changed.
"How could it be false?"
"The last fight was especially brutal. The Zhengwu Sect disciple seized the chance to try to take Qin Shi's life!
Unfortunately, Qin Shi proved a cut above him. That Zhengwu Sect disciple is probably ruined for life."
"Huff, huff..."
Breathing heavily, Qin Shi sat in a corner, methodically wiping the blood from his body with a towel.
Looking at the bloody marks covering him, he suddenly smiled.
His quiet, busy days before this had finally paid off.
"Once I make it through four rounds, I'll get a sizeable reward. If I go even further..."
"Qin Shi?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out.
Qin Shi raised his head and found a white-haired old man studying him with a strange look.
A faint sneer hung at the corner of his mouth, and he exuded authority without needing to show anger.
"...You are?"
The newcomer was Elder Gong of the Zhengwu Sect.
"You're good! Very good!"
The old man's white hair was neatly combed, and a wisp of white beard floated over his chest. He looked like an accomplished master with the bearing of an immortal.
Yet two piercing gleams shot from his eyes.
Like the eyes of a venomous snake, they held a ruthless viciousness.
At that moment, a deadly aura radiated from his entire body.
It was as though this attendant elder had already brought his aura to its most perfect state, ready to kill at any moment.
A chill instantly shot from the soles of Qin Shi's feet to the crown of his head.
It was an aura