The World Association.
At that moment, all its members were competing in martial contests. Only the winners could become Hall Masters.
Relying on the supreme techniques Xiong Ba had taught them-the Frost-Cloud Fist, Wind-God Leg, and Cloud-Discharging Palm-Qin Shuang, Nie Feng, and Bu Jingyun each became the final victor of an arena.
Their victories pleased Xiong Ba greatly. After all, they were his personal disciples. If they lost, would that not mean he, their chief, had taught them poorly?
Only the final arena had yet to produce a victor, and it would determine who became the World Association's last Hall Master.
Several candidates were still fighting there, with none appearing to hold a clear advantage.
Wen Chouchou sidled up beside Xiong Ba. "Chief, your three disciples are dragons and phoenixes among men. They will surely help the World Association expand its territory and become the greatest gang under heaven."
"As for the fourth Hall Master, though, I think Duan Lang looks promising."
"He is the son of Southern Unicorn Sword Chief Duan Shuai, so his background is respectable. He also has his family's Sun-Eroding Sword Techniques. He will surely be willing to serve the World Association faithfully and die for you, Chief."
Xiong Ba glanced at Wen Chouchou. "Are you deciding who the fourth Hall Master will be?"
Wen Chouchou blanched and slapped himself across the face. "Chief, listen to this mouth of mine. I truly don't know how to speak."
Xiong Ba looked disdainfully at Duan Lang. So what if he was the Southern Unicorn Sword Chief's son?
Never mind that Duan Shuai had vanished alongside Nie Renwang-even if he had not, what of it if Xiong Ba made his son a servant who fed horses and chopped wood?
He wanted everyone to know that even Duan Shuai's son