"N-no... impossible!"
Black People clutched his severed arm and roared in disbelief.
He had guessed he might lose, but Old Ninth had beaten him instantly with just one finger. The gap was far too great.
"Shh..." Old Ninth reached out to cover his lips and sneered. "Making me use thirty percent of my strength was already impressive. Here, have a big gold star."
With that, he lightly tapped a finger against his forehead.
Black People shuddered.
His eyes visibly turned white, his gaze vacant and his expression blank.
An illusion.
Under normal circumstances, a Sixth Awakening Peak fighter would not have fallen for it easily. But Old Ninth had shattered the fist he took such pride in with one finger, breaking his Dao Heart.
That had created an opening.
"I-I couldn't possibly lose to Old Ninth."
"Why? Why couldn't I even withstand one finger from him?"
"Why?"
"I want a rematch. I want another match."
Black People kept repeating those words. Defeat had dealt him too great a blow.
Old Ninth gradually transformed into Tong Fei and said gently, "Then go kill Old Ninth and fulfill your mission. You are invincible."
"Yes, I'm the undefeated King of Boxing."
"Old Ninth, come out and fight!"
Under Old Ninth's guidance, Black People lost all reason, wildly turning his head in search of Old Ninth.
Soon, he discovered that all the Western Islanders behind him had turned into Old Ninth.
"Hehe. Let the slaughter begin."
Old Ninth spread his arms excitedly. "Come on, go wild. Kill them all."
"Kill them all. Kill Old Ninth." Killing intent consumed Black People's vacant eyes, and he charged into the islanders, no longer distinguishing friend from foe.
His one remaining arm swung wildly. He was, after all, at the Sixth Awakening Peak, and bodies littered his path.