Taste My Grenade!

"Alright! I accept this wager!"Prince Qin Ji's voice was calm, yet firm. "I hope you won't go back on your word."

Ronald simply closed his eyes once more, as if indifferent to the outcome.

Qin Ji and his entourage returned to their seats. He turned to Duan Fei, the greatsword-wielding youth by his side, and asked, "Duan Fei, how confident are you in defeating that guy?"

Duan Fei hesitated for a moment before replying, "His blade techniques are sharp, but his overall strength is lacking. I'd say I have an eighty percent chance of taking him down."

"Good."Qin Ji patted him on the shoulder and smiled. "If you win, it will be a great merit to the Empire. You won't be left unrewarded."

Then, his gaze shifted to Mia. "Lady Mengyu, is there something special about that hairpin? Why would he suddenly place such a wager?"

Mia shook her head slightly, unwilling to say more.

Li Haotian, however, understood the situation. After hearing his explanation, the group finally grasped the deeper story behind it.

That day, the Empire had indeed wronged Ronald—everyone knew it. A heavy silence fell over them.

"Round Two Begins!"

The referee's booming voice echoed through the arena.

"Duan Fei of the Human Race versus Ronald of the Human Race!"

Because Ronald had caused an upset in the previous match, this fight had drawn considerable attention. The betting houses had set the odds at 4:1 against Ronald.

Without hesitation, Black Moon pushed all his winnings from the last round onto Ronald again.

On the stage, both fighters stood ready.

Duan Fei smirked. "You're not my opponent. Surrender now and save yourself the pain."

Ronald, unfazed, simply looked at him without a word.

Seeing his indifference, Duan Fei didn't waste any more breath. He launched forward at full speed, his movements swift and ferocious.

BOOM!

His power erupted! The aura of a Body Refinement Second Layer expert burst forth.

"He was hiding his strength!"

Those with sharp eyes in the audience immediately noticed and gasped in shock.

But Ronald's response left many confused.

Instead of drawing his weapon, he calmly reached to his waist, pulled out a small metal lump, and casually tossed it toward Duan Fei.

Duan Fei sneered.

A hidden weapon?

Does this guy really think that's going to work?

Even if he threw a hundred of those, it wouldn't make a difference!

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"Hah! That's his big move? What a joke!"

Then, something completely unexpected happened.

The instant the metal object made contact with Duan Fei's greatsword—

BOOM!

A burst of electricity exploded from the device!

ZZZZZT!

Sparks crackled as arcs of lightning surged across Duan Fei's body. His muscles spasmed violently, and in the next second—

BAM!

—he faceplanted onto the ground like a sack of bricks.

The laughter stopped.

It was as if someone had stuffed an egg into each of their mouths. Silence.

A beat later, someone stammered, "L-Lightning? Is he… a lightning mage?"

The entire arena was in an uproar.

No one could believe their eyes.

This EMP grenade was a weapon designed for taking down mechanical lifeforms in the Rimworld. Its damage was minimal, but the high-voltage electric shock could severely disrupt neural signals—enough to paralyze a fighter in battle.

Ronald had a whole crate of them, and now he had found the perfect use for them.

Duan Fei struggled, trying to push himself off the ground.

Ronald remained expressionless and casually lobbed another grenade at him.

ZZZZZT!

Another surge of electricity crackled through Duan Fei's body. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped over—completely unconscious.

The referee, who happened to be an elder of the Tiger Clan, looked at the string of metal grenades hanging from Ronald's belt and felt utterly speechless.

As a veteran, he knew Ronald wasn't a mage. These weren't spells—they were something else entirely.

Where in the world did this kid get his hands on such absurd artifacts?