This Kid’s Gonna Be a Punching Bag in Round Two

Ronald made a swift retreat, narrowly dodging the lethal strike. In a seamless motion, he swept his blade horizontally, aiming straight for Wolf Daren's forehead.

Wolf Daren, as expected of the young prodigy from the Iron Wolf Clan, reacted swiftly. With a sharp "clang!" his spear met Ronald's blade, deflecting the strike.

Seeing this, Ronald swiftly adjusted his angle, performing a reverse slash. Though Wolf Daren's spear blocked the blow again, it allowed Ronald to gain the upper hand!

"Purple Thunder Lightning Slash!"

Down in the stands, Li Haotian watched, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He immediately recognized the technique—The King's Legacy Blade, a deadly combat style developed by the late King himself. On countless battlefields, it had claimed the lives of many enemies.

But after the King's death, Li Haotian had thought no one in the Day and Moon Kingdom still knew the technique—until now. Ronald had just unleashed it.

Mia, watching the intense battle unfold, felt a wave of surprise. Ever since the palace coup, her ex-husband had given her countless shocks. A strange, unidentifiable feeling stirred in her chest as she watched him in action.

"If he weren't that person's son… perhaps…"

She sighed lightly, a brief flicker of confusion in her eyes, vanishing as quickly as it came.

The crowd was in awe. Who would've thought that this so-called "laughable" human would actually hold his own against Wolf Daren, a peak Body Refining Realm expert? After dozens of exchanges, it was clear that Wolf Daren, despite his strength, was struggling. Ronald's blade technique was so sharp that no matter how Wolf Daren fought, he couldn't land a decisive blow.

Behind that helmet, Ronald's eyes remained calm, revealing no hint of exertion. He seemed to be holding back!

"How dare you underestimate me!" Wolf Daren roared, unleashing his full power. His spear swung in a wide arc, charging toward Ronald with overwhelming force.

But Ronald didn't flinch. With a ferocious battle cry, he stepped forward, swinging his blade to meet Wolf Daren's spear head-on.

A decisive blow was about to land.

With a deafening crack, Wolf Daren's spear was cleaved in two. The impact sent a shockwave through the arena, causing Ronald's blade to veer off course. It grazed Wolf Daren's chest, leaving a deep, bloody gash!

Both warriors were thrown back, their bodies stumbling. Ronald staggered back seven or eight steps but managed to stabilize himself. Wolf Daren, on the other hand, only took three steps back before he collapsed, his body hitting the ground with a thud.

The referee surveyed the unconscious Wolf Daren and then turned his gaze to the heavily panting Ronald. He raised his voice, "The winner of this match, Ronald of the Human Race!"

A stunned silence fell over the arena.

"What the hell! The human actually won? I lost 500 gold coins!"

"That human must've cheated! He had the weapon advantage!"

"Damn it, if I had a spirit-ranked weapon, I'd be unstoppable!"

The crowd erupted in furious chatter. The Iron Wolf Clan's supporters were fuming, their faces turning green with rage. It was clear to anyone watching that the final blow had been made when Wolf Daren had the advantage. But Ronald had used his weapon's grade to sever the spear, stealing the victory.

The Iron Wolf Clan and the gamblers were furious.

"Bookmaker! Who's this kid fighting next? I'm betting he loses! A thousand gold coins!"

"Same here, I'll bet a thousand!"

The gamblers and Iron Wolf Clan supporters yelled, their frustration palpable. But despite their anger, the gamblers were quick-witted. They could tell that while Ronald had won by a stroke of luck, he was clearly exhausted. He could hardly stand, let alone win another fight.

Moreover, the second round was bound to be filled with skilled fighters. They were certain this kid would be used as a punching bag!

On the Human side, there were a few cheers, though they were a bit more reserved.