After proposing that they settle the contest with "rock, paper, scissors," Yang Yi lost five rounds in a row and took a one-sided beating from the Bewilderment King for a full five minutes. Only in the sixth round did Yang Yi, now a puddle of mush, barely manage a win.
A blood-red hand reached out of the mush and beat the Bewilderment King's scissors with rock.
In an instant, the puddle of mush that was Yang Yi pulled himself together and took shape, though his face remained bruised and swollen. His whole body was nearly a size larger, beaten into that state.
"M-my... my turn!
You're not allowed to move or defend yourself while being hit. Take one step and you lose. Getting knocked away doesn't count!
And you have to take a full minute of beating. Got it?"
Yang Yi spoke in an odd voice, air leaking through his mouth, and warmed up as though preparing for something big.
The Bewilderment King merely stood in place with a disdainful look, head high, chest out, and hands behind his back, signaling for Yang Yi to give it his best shot.
"Good! Then... start!"
Yang Yi's expression changed, and he sprang into action. But his target was not the Bewilderment King-he ran toward the King's Ship instead.
What a joke. Only an idiot would play "rock, paper, scissors." Yang Yi's real goal was the Salt King Throne aboard the King's Ship.
The entire game was nothing but a lie Yang Yi had concocted to "hard-control" the Bewilderment King for one minute. The price had been a little steep, though. He had never expected to get beaten for five whole minutes. His luck was terrible.
Thank goodness he had not made each round five minutes long, or the beating might have scattered