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Chapter_217
The long-haired youth swallowed hard, his defiance crumbling beneath Newi’s gaze. Reluctantly, he stepped aside.
Newi then turned toward Nash, his voice calm yet resonant.
“We’ll follow your suggestion.”
Following his command, the Ihara Martial Arts School substituted their two stage five Grandmasters with stage three Grandmasters—bringing the matchup closer to parity.
But Nash wasn’t finished.
He pointed casually toward the Hero Martial Arts School’s lineup.
“Their Great Grandmaster has a limp. You’ll need to send someone with a comparable physical limitation.”
A sharp gasp echoed from Justin, who sat rigid beside the Grand Chair.
The arena fell into stunned silence.
Even the heirs and heiresses of the Five Elite Families appeared frozen, exchanging uncertain glances. Matching cultivation levels was one thing—but now physical disabilities had to be mirrored as well?
Was this fairness or mockery?
The long-haired youth’s patience finally snapped. He glared at Nash with blazing eyes.
“Grandfather, this guy is clearly just stirring trouble… Let me handle him!”
In response, Newi slowly unsheathed the slender blade hanging at his waist.
The soft rasp of steel sliding free sent a subtle chill through the air.
Watching from the sidelines, Kai and Duncan exchanged knowing smirks.
As Nash was affiliated with the Skyes, and with a sworn brother like Phillix Xing at his side, the Green Bamboo Association couldn’t act too openly. Killing Nash outright would surely provoke the wrath of the Skyes—and possibly draw retaliation from the Northern Territory’s warden.
Thus, the six Juggernauts had devised a more subtle strategy: they would target the people around Nash, waiting for him to strike first. If Nash made a move, they would have a legitimate excuse to retaliate. Even if it led to his death, neither the Skyes nor the Northern Territory’s warden would lift a finger.
And now, from the looks of it, the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut was reaching his boiling point.
Whether he killed Nash and whether the fallout affected the Green Bamboo Association was no longer the concern of the other Juggernauts.
They only wanted one thing: for Nash to die.
Among the onlookers, Simon—a core member of the Green Bamboo Association—noticed the shift in Newi’s demeanor. He narrowed his eyes, recognizing the imminent danger. For a moment, he debated whether to step forward and caution his senior.
But before he could act, a sharp, chilling aura swept across the arena.
With a sudden flash of movement, a bladelike force cleaved through the air and severed the right leg of the Ihara School’s one-stage Great Grandmaster.
The blade had been so fast that no one saw it coming.
Blood sprayed across the arena floor like crimson mist.
The entire venue plunged into a deafening silence.
The long-haired youth stood rooted in place, his mind going blank. His eyes darted from the bloodied ground to his grandfather.
W-What just happened?
Wasn’t Grandfather going to kill that arrogant young man?
Why… why had he maimed his own disciple?
In the center of the arena, the wounded Great Grandmaster remained eerily composed. Even as his leg dripped blood and pain radiated through his body, his expression didn’t change. He stood upright, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intensity.
He clasped his fists and bowed toward Nash.
“Sir… may we begin the duel now?”
Newi slowly raised his head and looked at Nash. His gaze was icy and resolute.
If Nash insisted on fairness, then he would give him fairness—even at this cost.
He firmly believed that his disciple, though now injured, would still dominate any opponent of equal standing.
“Proceed,” he said coldly.
The ruthlessness behind Newi’s actions caught even Nash off guard. He had merely wanted to even the playing field, but this—this went far beyond expectations.
Still, the adjustments had been made. The outcome would now depend on fate.
“Begin!” Newi’s voice rang out across the arena.
The one-legged Great Grandmaster leapt forward, lunging straight toward the limping Great Grandmaster from Hero Martial Arts School. Their clash began in a storm of shadowed strikes and bursts of inner energy.
All around them, the other combatants also entered into battle, each pair launching into fierce one-on-one duels.
Nash narrowed his eyes as he focused on the battlefield. His attention was fixed on the limping Great Grandmaster—Kristian.
To his disappointment, Kristian was clearly on the defensive. The one-legged opponent was fast, aggressive, and relentlessly pressing forward. Kristian, by contrast, continued to back away, his footing increasingly unstable.
Nash let out a low sigh and shook his head.
“He’s got inner strength, yes—but his martial foundation is weak. He won’t be able to hold out much longer.”
Zakariah, standing beside him with a flushed face, offered a hurried explanation.
“He’s my elder brother’s grandson. His name is Kristian, thirty-two this year. He ran a martial arts school overseas, but he offended some political figures and was shot in the leg. Since then, he’s been focusing on inner strength cultivation.”
Zakariah’s voice faltered as he continued.
“In the Zabel family, reaching stage one of the Great Grandmaster Realm at his age is a source of pride. We had hoped today’s match would showcase his skill…”
His voice trailed off. The earlier pride he had shown had now faded completely.
The strength of the Ihara Martial Arts School had far exceeded their expectations.
Nash calmly raised his teacup and took a small sip of steaming tea. Then, setting it down gently, he spoke.
“If he aims for his opponent’s right leg, there might still be a sliver of hope.”