The Secret Realm.
Both of Gandhi's legs were broken.
He could no longer assume his invincible Shiva meditation pose.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that, as a pseudo nine awakenings expert, he would suffer such a crushing loss at a junior's hands.
All anyone could say was that Old Ninth's combat talent was far too broken.
In a head-on fight, Old Ninth was no match for Old Eighth, but when it came to dirty tricks, he was world-class.
Click.
Old Ninth tilted his head and lit a cigarette. His white bangs fluttered in the wind, and his wicked gaze unsettled his opponent.
"You have no respect for the rules."
Gandhi sat slumped on the ground and cursed weakly, "Ao Xing's descendants are all scoundrels."
"What else did you expect? For us to get two watermelon knives and hack at each other?" Old Ninth smiled contemptuously, crouched down, and patted his cheek. "Are we making a movie? A duel between masters? I'm a street hoodlum, a thug."
"Ever been chased by over a hundred people on your own? Ever fought dozens of kids with bricks over a moldy steamed bun?"
"Staying alive matters more than anything. The rules are made by the living. If our lot followed the rules, we'd have fucking died thousands of times already."
In this dog-eat-dog world, who truly followed the rules?
Without dirty tricks, he would never even have had the chance to grow up.
Betrayed by Old Xie, stabbed in the back by Big Boss-all he had seen along the way was treachery.
"The winner takes all." Old Ninth gave a meaningful smile. "If you dared come to the Dragon Kingdom, you should've expected to get killed."
"You... can't kill me, unless you want to go to war with our country." Gandhi