Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

"It's alright. I've never faced that guy before, but he's actually quite interesting." The young master said with a smile. "This trip wasn't a waste. Luckily, it was just the two of us. The only thing that allowed her to stay at her peak was... meeting me."

Yegor was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Young Master... it's not because you wanted to do it yourself that you prevented Tatiana and Lyudmila from participating, is it?"

“Give them a couple of days off,” the young master said with a smile, “After all, the opponents in the semifinals are all quite interesting. If you let them wear down half of their health first… then I’ll have no experience at all.”

“So…” Yegor sighed, “it was Lyudmila who took the initiative to go to Mr. Shen Liang?”

"I will try to understand my subordinates' feelings," the young master shrugged. "Being ordered around by me is better than letting you know that they never cared about your feelings at all."

Yegor was silent for a while, then pursed his lips, "Actually, Lyudmila in my heart... after all these years, it's just so-so. She knows exactly what I think, yet she always treats me like a backup plan, keeping me at arm's length. If it weren't for her mother constantly trying to set us up, and me being too embarrassed to speak up, I would have found a reason to cut ties long ago."

"If you don't understand, there's no need to explain this to me." The young master waved his hand casually and jumped onto the arena.

His communication with his subordinates ended there, and so did his amiable and sunny demeanor.

The young master gazed at the female gladiator before him, who was wrapped in bandages.

—Yes, that's the kind of adversary they are.

Only opponents of this caliber are qualified to let him take the stage, are qualified to let him warm up.

As the eleventh seat of the Fatui, the young master's combat prowess ranks among the top even within the Fatui; ​​he is so powerful and outstanding that few can rival him. This forces him to now restrict himself by participating in this Hundred-Man Rebellion, where the use of the Divine Eye is forbidden.

Now, he can finally unleash the fighting spirit he has been suppressing for so many days.

—Come and satisfy me.

Shen Liang, watching from below the stage, observed the two figures facing each other across the starting line. For some reason, he could vaguely sense that the young master was smiling, and it was a radiant smile. Even though he currently appeared serious and didn't even grin.

But he was definitely smiling.

Shen Liang sensed an ominous aura emanating from him.

Chapter 244 Don't try to spoil my fun!!

Shen Liang actually wanted to stop the match. Although he wasn't entirely sure about the young master's fighting strength, he knew that the Executor of the Fools was no pushover. The lady's strength was probably not much weaker than Coral Palace Ryuko, while the young master was definitely stronger than the lady.

It's not that the strong should retreat, otherwise what's the point of the arena? It's just that the young master gives off a different vibe than the average strongman; he seems to have a certain obsession with fighting. Such a person might be tolerant of those who are slightly weaker, but towards those who truly pique his interest... he's absolutely a wolf.

However, he had no reason to call a halt, and in fact, Qingyi Xiaohu certainly knew how strong the young master was, so there was no need for him to remind him.

The Shenying Dojo, with a capacity of nearly 10,000, was packed to capacity, and even the surrounding hilltops were filled with crowds, all excitedly watching the two contestants step onto the stage.

The battle has finally reached a point where it may be "evenly matched" to some extent!

In fact, even the Tamago team is a local team from Inazuma. Apart from the Hokuni team, all four teams in the semifinals are mainly composed of Inazuma players, so the audience will naturally support Inazuma players more.

But the actions of the Jade Tiger team made it impossible to continue supporting them. After three rounds of crushing their pride and confidence, the audience had basically lost the will to support them and could only look to Qingyi Xiaohu with their last hope.

Someone has to defeat this foreigner!

The Inatsumi people have an extremely strong sense of national pride. Even though Inatsumi's various teams are full of strong fighters, if they were to humiliatingly hand over the Jade Dragon Flag to a person from the Winter Kingdom on Narukami Island, it would be a devastating blow to the dignity of the warriors.

Even though the audience also harbored hostility towards the young master, this hostility was second only to that towards Shen Liang. In a sense, Shen Liang and the young master were two unfortunate brothers in the same uprising, both unpopular and disliked, fighting while enduring pressure.

Qingyi Xiaohu, dressed in a martial arts outfit, stared sharply at the young master about twenty meters away from her across the starting line. She was experienced in combat, and sensing danger from this opponent, she instinctively gripped her long staff with both hands, quietly awaiting the referee's announcement to begin.

The referee suddenly waved his hand!

Qingyi Xiaohu was on high alert! She almost immediately assumed a defensive stance. She had fought the young master before and knew that if she attacked first, she would definitely be caught off guard! This young man from Zhidong Kingdom was extremely powerful in combat, and she had to counterattack to find an opening to have any chance of winning!

But the young master did not move.

Then, she and all the audience members heard the young master's slow, leisurely voice.

"Qingyi Xiaohu, you're a Nata, right?"

Qingyi Xiaohu frowned, but did not respond. He simply said coldly, "If you don't attack, I'll begin."

The young master didn't mind at all, shrugged, and continued, "Nata is a chaotic land where many places are still uncivilized. Some remote villages or towns far from the main city even retain the custom of keeping slaves."

"Without further ado!"

Qingyi Xiaohu acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and instantly struck out with his long staff, leaping four or five meters into the air!

In that instant, she was completely focused, took a few steps in mid-air, covered a distance of nearly twenty meters, and then plunged down with lightning speed!

This strike was like a meteor drilling into the ground!

"And you, Qingyi Xiaohu, grew up in such a place, the most expensive slave trained by slave traders, a gladiator for fighting and entertainment."

Before the audience could even take their eyes off the falling Qingyi Xiaohu, they saw the young man with a sunny smile twist the end of the stick with incredible agility. The next moment, he grabbed the stick from the side with one hand, used the momentum to deliver a powerful knee strike! This sent Qingyi Xiaohu flying! The woman almost instinctively did a backflip to avoid being pursued by the young master.

But the young master had no intention of pursuing them. He simply tossed the long staff back and continued to laugh, "You relied on your looks and body to get in touch with the slave trader. Four months ago, you killed him and, with the help of outsiders, boarded the escape ship of Inazuma, bringing with you a group of brothers and sisters who were not worth fighting."

Qingyi Xiaohu gritted her teeth, a flash of resentment in her eyes. She split the stick in half, turning a copper stick into a three-section stick connected by chains!

“The Natabudamia three-section staff technique integrates offense and defense, and its straight-forward strike to the chest is unstoppable.” The young master stroked his chin, looking with great interest at the woman who was revealing her trump card for the first time. “The reason I used the staff technique is because the only thing you are confident you can do better than me is strength. Whether it is skill or speed, you are not as good as me... Only the staff can maximize the advantage of strength.”

The young master stood still, while Qingyi Xiaohu unleashed his three staffs, hurtling towards him with a powerful and sweeping motion!

"die!"

The young master tilted his head slightly and bent over to dodge the attack. Qingyi Xiaohu was not surprised either; his staff techniques flowed like a tidal wave, one set after another, while his other two staffs swung in a perfect arc, changing from a smash to a sweep!

The nunchaku swept in from both the left and right! There was absolutely nothing to block it!

All the viewers instinctively tensed up.

According to the young master himself, Qingyi Xiaohu's strength is above his, but if he doesn't have time to dodge and she uses her strength to overpower him, how can he break her move?

"Where was I? Oh right, after arriving in Inazuma, you can't do anything, you're illiterate, you don't understand the dialect, and as the lowest-ranking slaves, you're not even as good at serving people as the maids in Inazuma." The young master looked at the long staff coming towards him and finally moved.

Avoid?

No, there's no need to hide.

"Extremely Evil Technique - Blooming." The young master raised his foot to the sky and slammed it down!

"boom!"

He stomped straight on the oncoming three-section staff! He pinned Qingyi Xiaohu, who was holding the weapon with both hands, to the ground along with the staff! Qingyi Xiaohu cried out in pain as her hands were pinned down, but the young master didn't care. He stomped hard with his foot and then kicked her five meters away!

Although he couldn't use elemental power, the power the Eye of God granted the young master was already considerable. This kick, infused with all his might, even shattered the arena, and Qingyi Xiaohu's right hand was almost instantly crushed, blood and flesh gushing out!

They're not even in the same league!

The young master looked indifferently at Qingyi Xiaohu, who had lost both hands, and said calmly, "You are all ugly and useless. Apart from you, who has some skills, your brothers and sisters can't even be hired as servants in a peaceful place like Daoqi City. And your skills are limited to your martial arts, which can't even earn you a living. After all, you can't even be a bodyguard. You can only fight, not protect people."

Qingyi Xiaohu hissed in pain. Her hand was ruined, and her finger bones were being crushed to dust by the young master's foot as he spun around. But she still glared fiercely at the young master.

She wasn't good with words; after all, a gladiator didn't need to communicate much, so even if she wanted to say something, she wouldn't. She struggled to get up, but all that awaited her was an even more painful crushing.

"And you wanted to protect your brothers and sisters, so you begged and searched everywhere, and finally the magistrate of Kansei extended a helping hand."

"They want you to fight me, to represent the Hiiragi family and take down the Jade Dragon Banner. You readily agreed, because you know nothing but fighting. They said if you win, they will buy all your brothers and sisters and make them servants of the Kansei Magistrate."

"Ha, you didn't want to be a slave, so you crossed the ocean and so many people died, and in the end you came to Inazuma to be someone's new slave."

"How foolish! Is this what the Nata people are like? No wonder you became slaves. With brains like these, you seem only fit to be slaves."

The young master smirked as he watched the woman at his feet suffer a humiliating scene.

……

"How...is this how it is? It's just a martial arts competition..." A spectator covered his mouth.

"Where are the organizers? Are they just letting that guy from Zhidong bully people like this? Is no one going to say anything?" Inazuma, who was staring at Qingyi Xiaohu, was filled with righteous indignation.

"Is this still a competition? This is torture! That guy from the Winter Solstice Kingdom is definitely no good; he's clearly torturing people for his own amusement!"

"But he really didn't admit defeat. According to the rules, since he hasn't completely lost his fighting ability and hasn't admitted defeat, we really can't stop him."

"Why won't you admit defeat?"

"You've lost your hands and you still won't admit defeat! Just admit defeat already!" Someone was so anxious they were almost crying.

……

But Qingyi Xiaohu, lying on the cold bluestone slab, had no idea what others thought. She could only repeatedly use her remaining left hand to pull out the dagger from her leg wrappings, fight back, have it knocked away, and then fight back again.

ridiculous.

ugly.

exhausted.

Qingyi Xiaohu's movements grew increasingly weak. Each time she tried to pull out her dagger to stab the man's foot, he would kick her away. She felt utterly exhausted, lacking even the strength to continue resisting. Even fighting back seemed pathetic and laughable.

This is truly... shameful...

Qingyi Xiaohu felt her eyes were hot and slippery; she didn't need to look to know it was tears and blood. The young master had already rendered her unable to fight with her hands, and the repeated kicks were making it difficult for her to defend herself, causing her to cough up blood from broken ribs time and time again.

These humiliating moments seem familiar. Yes, back in my gladiator days, it often happened in the arena. Being mocked, insulted, and beaten without being able to fight back.

—So I was still being ridiculed like a beast in the arena. It turns out I'm still a useless piece of trash who can't do anything.

She looked at the bustling audience, at Yae no Miko sitting high on the stage, and at the orange-haired youth torturing her.

Actually, she didn't hate D'Artagnan that much; she hated the people in the audience who were staring wide-eyed at the scene more.

Perhaps it's not hatred, but envy.

Why?

Why should I be the one enslaved?